The brick shaped building sits within clear view of Washington Lake where large shipping vessels come and go along the Sacramento rivers and channels. Above the docks are towering cranes, used to lift the stacked heavy steel containers that await transport. Bright lights beam down on the open lot separating the storage structures, illuminating the port as if in daylight. Despite the hour, several dock workers still move to and fro, though with thinner numbers than the day shift. The Port is open 24/7, which is convenient for a certain creature of the night who does his business on the docks.
Konrad's given his employees the night off in order to have privacy for his guests. He waits on Industrial Boulevard across from the port entrance in his van. The front gate has a guard station check point, so he'll have to take them through using his site credentials.
Within the warehouse itself, a large rectangular wooden crate sits on the shelf against the back wall, tucked away to avoid notice from the day-to-day operations of the warehouse workers. Little do they realize that a corpse lay within, blanketed tightly in packing peanuts and nailed in shut like a coffin. Here the previously Torpored body of Brittany begins to stir.