The door seems to be locked. Conclusively.

The door seems to be locked. Conclusively.

You're back before the cargo container. Its draw has not lessened since you were last here. If anything, it seems to have grown slightly.

Nothing more to do here for now. [Leave.]

Open the door.

You attempt to turn the handle, to no avail. The doors seem to be mechanically locked.

To your left, the lieutenant considers your actions -- with some puzzlement.

Knock on the door.

No reply.

The knock produces a hollow ring of metal. Doesn't sound like there's anything inside the container.

Persuade the door to open.

Step aside, rank and file, Savvy's at the top of the VIP list here. That's right -- out of the way!

Whoa! Watch it!

How'd he get in front? Little slimeball...

Thank you, thank you. Now, are you ready? It's time to make our entrance.

"Khm-khm..." (Clear your throat, knock on the door.) "Hi, it's Savvy here, Savvy with two v's, I'm on the list. The guest list."

At first your knock rings hollow on the door -- and then...

Just like that, you hear a click. Then a rattle. Some mechanism unlocks itself inside the door.

From deep within the container, a voice: "Ahoy! Come on in!"

The smile disappears. "You can't be serious."

Despite the dirt that surrounds and trails you, a beacon of light emerges from deep within you.

"Hello, is there anybody in there?"

The door stands silent.

"Satisfied, detective?" A wry smile crosses the lieutenant's face.

Try again.

"If there's someone in there, I'd like to talk to you."

Aaaaand as it's always been -- it's impossible to open a container with rhetoric. Maybe you're losing your mind?

Seems like it. You're still hanging with this fool? Something isn't right...

Why are you even trying to open a door with rhetoric?

That's a very good question considering you have Savvy around -- the ultimate VIP.

"Yeah, why am I?"

"Why are you what?" The lieutenant looks startled.

"Never mind."

The lieutenant nods. "Are you satisfied, detective?"

"Anything at all."

"Now is not the time to get philosophical, detective. You can do that after hours."

Who understands anything you do?

"Because getting physical wasn't an option!"

"Because what wasn't an option?" The lieutenant looks startled.

"Using my body over my wits."

Have I been summoned?

No one needs you. Go away.

You've got to dance with the one that brought you, detective.

[Leave the container alone.]

"Hey there, sugar."

The container door appears unmoved by your attempt at flattery.

A tough nut to crack, for sure. But the strongest containers often have the softest hearts.

"C'mon, don't shut me out. Let me in."

The door does not respond to your advances. Is it possible that it seems somehow more closed than before?

"You're a fine piece of engineering, do you know that?"

The door does not respond to your advances. Is it possible that it seems somehow more closed than before?

Why does this situation feel so familiar? Do you have a history of propositioning inanimate objects?

"It's just another day, another cop and another container."

The mundaneness of the situation does not seem to affect the container in the slightest.

Before you stands a cargo container. Just one of many in the yard.

"Lieutenant, I think there's something special about this container..."

The lieutenant sighs. "Is this like your thing with that wall again?"

"No, it's totally different. I don't want to paint it. I'm just drawn to it."

"There are a million containers here. Why are you fixating on this one?"

"Mark my words -- there's someone rich buzzing away inside!"

"I don't hear anything." The lieutenant cups one of his ears.