<br/>Davek watched for a little bit as the new woman, a blonde, approached the table and got the two crewmate's attention. As he saw Ressaw start to turn around to talk to the girl that was already there, he hunched his shoulders and bent his back a little in an effort to make himself look smaller.  A slow movement normally wasn't noticed but, a fast one was. It was basic animal instinct really, and Humans, like every other kind of life, shared that instinct. A rapid movement he knew, would draw attention to himself, as it might have indicated a threat, so he walked slowly, and made his way back to the alleyway he'd come from.<br/><br/>The seconds ticked by painfully slow.<br/><br/>Davek knew that his Spartan enhanced physiology gave him the strength, speed, sight, hearing, smell, and reflexes beyond a normal Humans. Maybe even some of the newer Spartan 3's and 4's that the UNSC was making now, though he couldn't be sure about that as he'd met very few Spartan 3's and even fewer 4's, and could have made the alleyway with little more than a rustle of dirt left in his wake to indicate that he'd ever been there but, he kept his walk slow and unassuming, his back against the wall so he wouldn't catch their eyes. If he turned his side to them and started walking with his shoulders hunched, he'd undoubtedly catch their attention. It might have looked odd to anyone near by in the market that did happen to see him but, he wasn't concerned about the civilians, only Ressaw. He hoped that at the distance he was from them that he'd look like any other person in the back drop behind their now three perspective 'greenhorn' crew mates. Just as Ressaw looked up at the girl she was addressing, and nodded to what he assumed was her second in command, then towards the blonde woman that was approaching the booth, he made the alley and slipped into the shadows. He crouched low, behind the boxes, trash, and dumpster he'd hidden behind before and waited.<br/><br/>He sighed, a little frustrated that Ressaw hadn't left yet. He wanted this mission over and done with as fast as possible. The longer he stayed here, the dirtier he felt. He might have been forced into the mission but, he didn't have to like it. Luckily, his favorite weapon was the SRS99 Anti Material, gas powered, sniper rifle, and he'd spent half of his military career using one. It took skill, awareness of your surroundings, math, and lots and lots of patience to use, unlike the more popularly used iconic Assault Rifles. Even with the new feature of the newer models being semi automatic, it was too easy to "spray and pray".<br/><br/>He returned his attention to the booth, peaking between the cracks spaced between the piled boxes to follow what was going on. So far, it looked like she was handing out assignments, and what pieces of conversation he did hear confirmed his guess. He briefly wondered what kind of test assignment he'd receive, should he be accepted into the fold. For now though, all he could do was wait until Ressaw left. He hoped that this Ressaw wasn't Shana Wessar, that this tiny woman was just someone that looked a lot like her. He didn't like the thought of killing a fellow Human, was repulsed by it down to his core. Even now, there was a hard knot in the pit of his stomach. In his mind, the UNSC should have been trying to talk with the insurrectionist parties, and work things out. He knew that not everyone on either side would agree to something like that there were too many hurt feelings on both sides. There was simply too much history and too much blood, for those on both sides to simply ignore but, he knew that somehow, given the chance, they could come to a middle ground that everyone found acceptable, so that Humanity could be truly united against the Covenant Remnant and the Prometheans.<br/><br/>Right now the Human race was slowly dying. It wasn't dying from the Prometheans at the moment, or even by the Covenant Remnant. It was dying due to the divisions in it. It was only a matter of time before The Flood got involved again. He wasn't stupid enough to think that mankind had annihilated that alien race or virus, whatever it was. It was simply too powerful. If mankind was to truly live, and survive when it came back, both UNSC and Innie forces would have to put their differences aside permanently. That was easier said than done though.