Karen looked at the caller ID, which read "K. Radisson". She picked it up quickly, eager to hear what he had to say. "Karen here," she said, hoping her eagerness didn't show in her voice.
"Karen, it's probably nothing to be too concerned about, but I've been told there's something coming into the docks tonight. You might want to be there," Professor Radisson told her. Karen could hear the edge in his voice, despite his very professional demeanor.
"You're not telling me everything, Kane," Karen replied. "What exactly is coming in?"
"To be honest, Karen, I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that one of the Triad families is has a boat due to dock in our port within the next two hours, and I daresay that's not good for either of us, or Metrovale, for that matter." Professor Radisson and Karen had multiple run-ins with members of the Triad before, though rarely were they anything more than low-level street thugs. In her campaign to clean up Metrovale, she'd killed many Triad pimps and dealers, and on one occasion, an underboss, head of a local street gang. The Triad had vowed revenge on her, but had no success tracking her down in her human form, though they knew what she was.
"No problem, Kane. I'll go down and check it out. It's probably nothing more than drugs or guns. I've been itching to put on my fur coat anyway," Karen said, her heart rate already increasing in anticipation.
"Thank you, Karen. Oh-and please be careful," he warned her, "The Triad really know what a threat you are. They're going to try and take you out for good if you cross them again."
"I know, Kane. Don't worry about me, though, I can take care of myself." Karen hung up the phone, still concerned about the gravity of Professor Radisson's voice. She couldn't shake the feeling that he still wasn't telling her everything. But why wouldn't he?