Litheal sighed, he hadn't slept in days and the alley way cost him very little time in making his way to the cruiser.  On the rooftops he could see the city in all its disorganized beauty. Behind him sat an old blanket, a makeshift bed it was his getaway that nobody knew about.  It sat directly under the overhanging roof of the building next to it for keeping the rain off during long nights.  This was the place he returned when he couldn't find an empty house to stay in.  Looking forward over the city he knew he might be a little late, who arrives on time these days? 

Letting his foot touch the empty space off the building he pushed forward, almost like a crack of thunder he was four buildings over in a dash to the edge, another crack of thunder and he was further along.  By the time he got to the hanger he was worn out.  He had only been here once, only knowing one or two faces he felt like a true outsider. 

Inside the hangar Litheal wandered, still fascinated with all of the gadgets and technology.  Misery was wrapped from hilt to tip in a fine white silk cloth that slung across the back of his shoulder, he idled momentarily taking in how everybody was reacting to the mission and how to interpret them in a strategy.