Klaw crept silently towards the docks, using the buildings and cargo containers for cover. The boat, a small tugboat-style vessel, docked a few minutes after her arrival. An asian man, presumably the captain of the vessel disembarked onto the dock, chatting with an American, dressed in a dock worker's outfit.
"You have my payment?" asked the American, a relatively average looking younger man. The asian withdrew an envelope, handing it to the man without a response. The dock worker opened the envelope, pulling out a handful of bills, promptly signing off on a bill of lading, and walking away. "Have a good night, Mr. Kwan," he said as he departed.
The captain reboarded his vessel. Klaw knew this was her chance to stop the cargo from arriving onto American shores. Like a flash, she darted to the boarding ramp of the vessel, ready to destroy anything in her way. But as she actually entered the vessel, she smelled something in the air. It was something distinctly wrong, distinctly supernatural. Klaw hesitated, not sure if she should rethink her methods.