The street ahead was dark, little light from the lamps to the side making it through the thick fog that had decided to roll in that morning. People meandered along, no doubt in a hurry to get back inside before it became completely impossible to see out here. It was late, so the crowds weren't very big, and Luan found it easy to slip between the few that got in his way, trying to keep the man ahead in sight. He was gangly and tall, hair sticking up in every direction, giant bags making his sunken blue eyes look on the verge of complete collapse.
The man was called Rat, according to local sources, and he had been getting a little too cozy with Luan's brother to be allowed complete lack of being looked into. Luan had nothing going on right now anyways, what with the first phase of his plan being complete. It might have just been a necklace to most, but to him, it was the most important part of the plan. Now, he could relax for a little while, look into no good hoodlums, get super up in Arlans business and whatnot.
No need to wait for the man to give him better info about his shady dealings with shady people. Rat was the perfect target, since he was the supposed leader of those dealings. So, Luan was hardcore stalking the man. It would have been more fun if he was at least good looking though. It was almost like he had picked every feature imaginable that would help him get written off as an unattractive blob to be ignored. That might have just been Luan's biased opinion seeping out, though.
One of the reasons Luan was hanging out with Booker yesterday was to get some details about this guy, though most of it was stuff he already knew. He also might have just wanted to hang out with the guy a little, bashing heads and being laughed at. Such fun.
What he did get that was useful was whispers of a meeting between Rat and some suppliers that may or may not have a shipment of something duplicitous in nature coming in tonight.
And Luan was going to get a good long look at it.
Maybe drum up some blackmail material, threaten shifty lowlifes, help a good for nothing brother with character picking issues.
Rat swayed ahead, hands in pockets, head down as he lumbered through the streets like he had nowhere important to be. The fog obscured most of the man, though a silhouette came through in vivid detail of a lumpy clothed blob. That was he needed to know he was still close.
With the shadiest head swivel Luan had ever witnessed, Rat looking around with avid suspicion leaking from his form, the man quickly ducking down the alleyway to his left a second later.
Luan sped up his pace, peering around the corner a second after the man's disappearance. It was, to his great disappointment, an empty dead end.
That only left a few options, though.
Hidden door, Rat having the ability to scale the side of a building in two seconds flat, Luan hallucinating the entire thing. So many options.
He crept forward slowly, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that might allude to where the man had gone.
The stones all looked pretty regular, nothing remotely strange about their sizes or patterns. Though, the fog might have hindered his viewpoint of them a bit more than he would care to admit. Luan was determined to find out where the RAT had slipped off to. He needed to know the specifics of everything involving his brother, if he was planning on including him in the revenge scheme. Yeah, so maybe Luan was still holding a grudge.
It wasn't his fault though, Arlan had put him through a lot of shit, before he ever learned how to apologize for things. Maybe Luan was going to get some payback, if just a little. He at least wasn;t going to completely destroy the guy, like his plans for his supposed parents. Marcilla definitely dug her own grave, deep and narrow with every slight, every little stab in places no one could see. His father wasn't much better, though at least he had the decency to do it to Luan's face.
Despite the obscurity the world was in at the moment, fog making it hard to really pick up on any of the clues he needed, Luan caught a glint of light to the side. Moonlight reflected off the tiniest portion of metal jutting from in between a section of stones, drawing his eyes. He almost dismissed it, not thinking much of such a tiny little spark of light. However, considering he was looking for anything that might be a clue, Luan found himself getting drawn in, examining the small light in great detail.
It looks like a tiny needle, barely noticeable if one didn't know it was there. He leans in, slowly extending his finger and poking it softly. It goes into the wall smoothly, melding into the stones like another piece of rubble that has more shine than the rest.
At first, nothing much happens, and he assumes it was just a real needle that had a hole that fit it perfectly.
That is, until the wall starts sliding to the side, stones and granite in the shape of a door just vanishing in front of him. He really should have expected that kind of thing, considering the secret room he does all his work in at the office.
The entryway is dark, a vague glow visible from further in. With much less hesitation than he should have, Luan enters, hearing the door creaking back into place behind him.
He breathes out softly, steadying his beating heart into something relaxed, and hopefully less detectable to any thermal security that might be lurking around the corners. He wouldn't want to get caught because his body was too invested in the sneaking around aspect of this operation.