[b][i]Follow the Sparrow, Find the Courier[/i][/b] [b]Inside the Dojo, Outside of Wilson's Personal Quarters[/b] [i]The [url=https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/219/761/large/chris-holland-exosoldier.jpg?1411592574]figure[/url] moved down the hallway near silently, past doors and rooms with his handgun drawn, his rifle at his side. Pushing up the right side, he found the room he was looking for. Jiggling the lock, he realized that obviously, the room was locked, and as such, he quickly pulled out a bobby pin and a flathead screwdriver from a pouch on his bandolier and began working to pry the door open. Getting it open, he walked inside quietly and closed the door. Flipping the light on, he began his search, digging through the room to find what he was looking for. Playboys and empty cigarette cartons littered the floor alongside beer bottles and empty shell casings. It was trashed as the man had expected, and full of a whole lot of nothing. Kicking the wall in frustration, he noticed that the piece of drywall fell out, revealing a small crevice in the wall. Kneeling down, he looked into it, and reached a hand in, pulling out a small device that was roughly the size of a small hamburger bun. Looking it over, he tucked it into his bandolier before turning to leave. He didn't care if they knew he'd been there once he was gone. Now it was a matter of getting out. Walking to the door, he shut the light off, and exited the room before making his way out of the building. He needed to get somewhere quiet before he teleported back to where he'd come from.[/i] "Thank you Sparrow..." [i]He said, chuckling as he walked out of the Dojo housing area, hands in his pockets. To those around, he appeared to be no more than just another traveler that fit the bill for a Dojo fighter and resident.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]