<br/>Davek watched as first the blonde, then the soldier ran their courses. The woman he noted, ran the course with ease but, with focus, the soldier ran the course with athletic abandon, using all the strength and speed at his disposal. In fact, he was too fast. Gladiator's interest was peaking, the man had to have been a Spartan, no man, no matter how athletic, could move with that kind of speed. Granted, the man wasn't Superman, or some other kind of super speeding hero from one of the comics he'd read as a child but, he was unnaturally fast. It seemed that the Ohana was attracting the attention of ex UNSC military, which, wasn't all that surprising in itself. It even made sense. Find a ship, keep flying. Never stop moving, don't attract attention. The taller man, Kain was it? Hadn't returned from his task in some time but, Ressaw's right hand man was still there, along with Ressaw herself. To his surprise though, the soldier simply started to walk off after saying something.<br/><br/>Davek couldn't see Chub's ship from where he was, couldn't see anything that was happening over there. He gritted his teeth, he needed a better angle. A small gust of wind blew up, shifting one of the boxes he was hiding behind, and giving him a generous waft of the stuff that he'd covered himself with. The Spartan almost gagged it smelled so bad but, managed to hold it down. Getting up, he grabbed his duffel bag and shuffled his way back further into the alley. Looking around for a moment, he jumped up, caught a window seal, and pulled himself up, then began to steadily climb to the roof of the building. The good thing about Dockside, the buildings were shorter near the dock, the bad thing about Dockside, ships were constantly flying to and from the dock. At some point, someone amidst the local air traffic would see him. He didn't plan to be there long though, just long enough to get an idea of what was going on.<br/><br/>At this point, anything was preferable to just sitting around.<br/><br/>Crouching low to the roof, he looked over to where the other Spartan had disappeared, spotting a ship that was undoubtedly this "Chubs" character's, it was the oldest, dirtiest, most rickety thing he'd ever seen. He wondered briefly how on earth it was even "space-worthy". Calling it a ship seemed like an injustice, and a "piece-of-shit", too kind. The ship's loading ramp was down, and Chub's workers worked around it like a colony of ants. He didn't hear any gunfire go off from within the ship itself, and doubted the man in charge would have fit the rust bucket with any kind of sound proofing rooms. So, the Spartan must have had everything under control. Everything that he could see from where he was, looked normal. Davek sighed, knowing he'd have to get down soon and get back into the dirty alley, or be spotted by a UNSC security patrol craft. He set his duffel bag down, and searched through it to find the binoculars with the audio enhancing package equipped to it.<br/>He regretted not getting them out earlier but, it had been too risky. Even now, there was a possibility that he might attract attention to himself should the sunlight hit the reflective lens just right while he was using them.<br/><br/>He had to know if the woman at the booth was Shana or not though. His curiosity was tormenting him at this point. Bringing the binoculars to his eyes, he looked through them and zoomed in on the woman's face as she talked with her right hand man. A moment later, Gladiator dropped the binoculars to his side, a hard pit in the middle of his stomach. It was her. It was Shana.<br/><br/>A second later a voice spoke through the ear bud in his ear "target confirmed to be Shana Wasser. Time to infiltrate her group Spartan. Get to it. Find out what she's up to."<br/><br/>Gladiator gritted his teeth"yes sir," he whispered, gripping the binoculars tightly, the black metal creaking underneath the pressure of his fingers. Ofcourse they would put bugs into his equipment, the UNSC had eyes on everything.<br/><br/>"That equipment costs money soldier, I'd suggest not breaking it," he heard through his earbud, reminding him that he wasn't alone.<br/><br/>"Copy," came the Spartan's dead reply. He didn't want to feel anything right now, and most especially didn't want to be here, on this mission. All thoughts of desertion quickly fell from his mind, the UNSC would know, they'd chase him to the ends of the galaxy to get their property back, tear it out of him if necessary, and ensure that any information he had, never made it into enemy hands. He'd be hunted for the rest of his life.<br/><br/>Putting the equipment back into his duffel bag, he crouch walked back to the rear of the building, took a quick scan with his eyes to make sure he was clear, then climbed back down into the alleyway, and took up his original position. He felt trapped, the UNSC would hunt him if he deserted, and he probably wouldn't be much better off if Shana found out that she had a spy amidst her crew.<br/><br/>Davek looked up, an angry fire burning in his eyes as he clenched his fists in his lap, a single question burning in his mind. What was he going to do now?