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A wetsuit was easy enough to aquire. Simple stuff, right?

So he purchased it, and returned to the hotel to leave it in his room. He had no immediate need to carry the thing around.

His next stop, then, was to the dock complex, just as he had the day before.

This time, he wasn't pursuing any larcenous goal. He just wanted to see if a schedule of any sort for departures was readily available. He was hoping, for it WOULD make his life a fair deal easier if he had the information he needed.

Iden's response was cool and collected. He was looking for two things...one, a dive school he could spend his vacation hitting up, and second, an idea of how things worked. It was a "little secret", so Iden said, that he was interested in moving here when his enlistment was up, and one of the things he wanted to do was buy a boat for himself. So, he needed an idea of just how tightly kept the books were, so he would know if he were getting in over his head.

No problems, just a calm, casual response, spoken man to man. What could he be suspected of, when his explanation was so straightforward and smooth?

Iden stuck to his cover story, maintaining that he was a sergeant in the USMC. He was two years away from the end of his current enlistment, and intended to propose to his girlfriend when he got out, and spend the honeymoon exploring the reefs.

All in a good day's work. When the man was done, and the conversation wound down, Iden took his leave, whilst he looked over the schedule. He was looking for the next voyage of the ship, relative to the current date.

Iden returned to the hotel. He took a different route, this time, one that meandered slowly through town, taking in the scenery most tourists would pass through at least once on a vacation. Shopfronts, sights to see, places to go...a warehouse to locate....and ultimately, a hotel to return to.

Iden locked the door behind him, and took his penciled schedule to his desk. He layed it out with the information of scheduling he had been giving as part of his briefing packet, and began to compare. He wasn't trusting enough of the man to just let it go unconfirmed.

The inspection revealed that his new copy held more information than the old, which was a plus. Iden would be using it, though it made him a little suspicious, just thinking about it.

But that was okay.

For now, he shifted back to the bed. He hefted the duffel onto the bed with him, and ripped it open, literally. The duffel tore open, revealing his bodysuit in the lining. It was undetected because literally, it was sewn into the duffel itself, rather than just being stashed in a side pocket.

He had some time left on his hands before dusk, but still, he suited up then and there. It was sleeveless, and formfitting, which made it easy to conceal beneath his pants and shirt. As for the hood and mask, he pocketed them, and began the long wait until dusk.

He would move an hour beforehand. Once again, he was a tourist. Perfectly in place, nothing really odd about him going somewhere for dinner. It also gave him some time to get in position before the normal undead of the city were up, which was what he was most worried about. Daylight activities were just that much safer, because he was well certain it wouldn't be a normal person to detect him for what he was. Ghouls were the only issue while the sun shined.

Iden had spent much of his wait planning out this op. He'd taken to memorizing the details to the warehouse he had been given. So now, he was doing a basic survey, looking for an entrance.

'Twas time to settle in for the long haul.

Iden made another round about the warehouse, maintaining a shiting distance, to reinforce that he wasn't paying it any attention at all. Then, as the night began to fall, he took to hiding overlooking one of the busier entrances. Nothing special, just maintaining a line of sight while his own visible profile was not quite easy to see.

His intention was to watch the activity for the night. His ferret scampered away into the darkness, her dull brown and white coat not quite the best camoflague, but her size more than making up for it.

The plan was, then, for the ferret to observe another entrance, the guarded one, while Iden maintained his vigil where he was positioned. He wanted to be there to see anything out of the "ordinary"...or even better, be there to identify one of the known Settites or other identified leads if they arrived.

Iden had maintained his vigil with a stoic silence, unmoving and attentive. It was inhuman, but then again, it was Iden on a job, which was a wholly different person from the man that walked the streets of Durem.

So he waited. With sensory input on two fronts, he was able to keep tabs on both entrances. When the car arrived, he noticed first of all the change in activity amongst the rank and file workers. That was what had the ferret's keen eyes upon the bigwigs, from her position up against the wall, coated in dirt to blend in with the ground. The curious eyes of the ferret watched them, then, as they passed through the door, so then Liela would follow. She clung to the wall, only ankle height, and so was easily able to slip in, barring paranoia on the level where the guards were trained to find and kill rodents...

Not likely.

Iden's brow furrowed as he eavesdropped via his avatar. It made for interesting conversation, for one...and it meant he was on the right track. Either these were the men he was after, or he'd just found another operation to take down...a bit of stress relief, maybe?

Regardless, the ferret was one the trail of the men in an equally discreet fashion...which was to say, the rodent was acting like a rodent, and just happened to be following along out of sight and mind. Pause, sniff sniff, pause, scamper...the whole nine yards.