Trinala had left the inn soon after ?Ugly? made his way up to his room. She might have lingered longer but Rena hadn?t seemed in the chattiest of moods, which put Trinala?s attention back to the task at hand. She was supposed to be working a case for Detective Alain and it was very important, otherwise he wouldn?t have given it to her. The little pixie was set on not failing Detective Alain!

Leaving the Red Dragon Inn, she made her way back to the attic where she had been staying with her two sisters. The plan was that she would catch a few hours of sleep before going back to the inn to gather her partner. Trinala was sure that Detective Alain had put her on the case with ?Ugly? to make sure he stayed in line. Giggling, she wondered what her partner would think of that.

Sleep didn?t require much time. Good for Trinala?though perhaps less so in the mind of Malcolm, the man whose window she was knocking on until he woke up. Darkness still claimed the sky and daylight was a few hours away? but she knew it was time to go to work!

Once she was in the room, Trinala flew about its interior as Malcolm got up and got himself together. Landing now and then on the furnishing or on his person. Finally she completely settled down on the night stand when he seemed ready to go. Was it annoying that not only was she up at this hour, but wide awake and full of energy as well? Standing on her two feet, her wings still moving somewhat at her back, a huge grin.

"I don't know, Ugly. I was thinking we could go have a nice breakfast at Teas n'Tomes and maybe we'd find a cluew there." A pause, then her eyes widened as though she had been struck by genius, "Oh! Oh! OR! We could go to the docks cause that's were the baddie is and we're supposed to be looking in on it." Trinala rolled her eyes, lifting up and now landing on Malcolm's head. She sat and rapped her knuckles against his skull, softly speaking to herself. "Hm. Doesn't sound empty."

A shrug.

"You ready or what?"

Chased from the top of his head, Trinala flew about Malcolm. Going through the door and lingering about him while his two legs carried them slowly where they were headed. Only a few remarks about the pace before he 'kindly' told her to stop.

Teas n'Tomes provided another problem, as the proprietor was under the impression that Trinala had stolen the bell to their front door. They weren't entirely wrong. But on the occasion that Trinala stole the bell she put it back! She had witnesses! A witness. A witness that wasn't available to vouch for her at that particular moment. So Malcolm got to enjoy his breakfast to the comforting sounds of a yelling pixie and Teas n'Tome personel going back and forth. Finally, a very grumpy Trinala joined Malcom after she agreed to replace the stupid bell and remained quietly muttering to herself and glaring back at the folks behind the counter between perusing the pages of the file. Her mood only improving when her companion got up to leave.

"About time!"

Again he suffered her talking about how slow he was. When he got her to shut up about it she started quietly proving it to him by flying ahead and then waiting for him to catch up. A game was made out of it and the game was called, 'I win.' Trinala playing it with her unwilling partner until they reached the docks. Then a serious manner overtook her.

Flying near the rooftops, when she wasn't easily placed against the sky nor noticed high above the heads of any others that could be about. She stayed near the edge of a wall, peeking around and figuring out where she was. A silent wave to Malcolm to follow, before turning the corner into an alley.

Up near the top of the building, Trinala glared down at him. Swiftly returning to his side, a small finger over her lips.

"Sh!" Moving her finger away, she floated near his ear and quietly snapped. "You have to be quiet! Here." Then tugging him into a space between several tall crates that would further hide him from sight if someone happened to look down the alley. Flying in front of him, she quietly explained. "This is the place, yes. I'm going to go up through that window and scout out inside. An'if it's clear I will come down here and unlock the door for you. Either way - it'd be good t'know the layout of the interior and how many guys are in there." Nod, nod, nod.

"Okay! See you in a few!" Off into the air she went again, back to the upper levels of the building. One moment she's there - the next she's gone.

Inside the lights were mute, Trinala doing her best to stay under the cover that the slight darkness provided. Upstairs she did a thorough search of what rooms she could. Carefuly not to gain the attention of the few men she came across, though there were a number of near calls.

Heart racing she made her way to the lower level, now finding were the bulk of the man's goons lingered. It was harder to search the lower level and failing to find the man from the picture in the file, Trinala searched out the door that Malcolm was waiting behind.

Unfortunately, someone was already there. A big man with a big gun, she hide away from sight wishing in her head for him to go away. Someone must have heard her prayers as noised brought the man's attention away from the door and soon motivated him to leave his post. Happily, Trinala made for the door and undid the locks for Malcolm. A glance over her shoulder as she was about to leave revealed that what had gained all the attention was the arrival of a large truck, fully loaded with unmarked wooden boxes. She debeated about getting close to see the contents or going back to Malcolm. She still didn't know when the Don Guy was.

A mental grump, there were too many men about for the moment. Trinala, vanished from inside and reappeared in the alley amongst the boxes she had left Malcolm hiding in.

"Back!" She announced quietly.

Landing on his shoulder she replied to his questions as she asked them. "There are at least twenty-five guys... that I saw. I didn't see the Dom. They were getting boxes off the big truck." Fluttering her wings. "I didn't have time to see what the boxes had in them cause there were too many guys and I didn't know when the guy covering the door would come back. Oh.. there's a guy covering the door." Pointing back at said door, incase he thought she meant some other door.

Wings fluttering nervously on her back, she looked back and forth... though from her vantage point she couldn't see anything of note.

"What's the plan?"

Trinala shook her head at his 'guns a blazin' idea. "Detective Alain wanted evidence and if we go in there like that we might screw everything up and that would make Detective Alain mad and I don't want to do that." A pause as she thought it out. "Maybe you could sneak in and find the guy or documents or something? There are plenty of things to hide behind. The guy at the door might still be gone... they were all gathering at the big truck. Oh! Maybe we could steal a box from the truck when they're done with it? Do you think that would make Detective Alain happy?"

Again the pixie appeared on his shoulder, her small arms wrapped securely around a set of keys to keep them from making sound. Whether she collected the keys to be helpful or because they were shiny was anyone's guess. "Here I am!"

Wings fluttering at her back as she grinned at him, then looked around. "Maybe we can hide here and wait for them to go away. They might go away." Trinala offered helpfully. "What do you think these keys are for?"

Trinalla gave a slight frown at the weapons. While they were something she didn't think showing up with them would please Alain very much. A shake of her head, she began to flutter around... looking for something more.

Something more was found in a corner, stuffed behind a few crates and almost completely out of sight. A safe. "Here. This thing! They had one at Knuckles. Mean Tommy would keep important stuff in it." She grinned and nodded and then vanished from view.

Only faint sounds can be heard from inside the safe, then Trinala back back outside of it arms full. Papers spreading her small arms wide apart. "Malcolm. This stuff - this will be good, I think. What do you think?" Dropping the documents before him.

"Um... let me go see." Before he could protest or agree the pixie was gone, vanished from the room. For a few moments silence followed. Then there were the loud cries of men and gunfire, many footsteps could be heard moving outside before all went quiet once more. It was then that the pixie reappeared, wearing a wide grin. "Not anymore!"