James simply stood as he acquired the message from the Lord Inquisitor, it was time. His moves silent as he strode towards the location Amoxa ordered. James rolled his shoulders, though not too much as to lift his jacket to reveal the holster for his Exitus Pistol, he was clad in civilian attire at the moment, even a hat to hide his face. Back at a dead drop he had made, which he was proud to believe it was well hidden. Everything was better when hidden in plain sight, but even better when it was hidden where noone would dare look.  Either way he needed to move quickly, time was not a friend in this case as he hurried himself forward to the meeting location. Though...He still pondered the debatable decision of why a Vindicare was chosen over many viable Callidus for the task of finding and retrieving a page of such importance. Then again, who was he to question the choices of the Inquisition? Even as one of the deadliest men in the Imperium, not much. Though the music of the city pulled him from thought and back to reality. Each step seemed to be a new place, so many bright and vibrant lights accompanied by many types of music simply pushed out so many atmospheres at one time, it was a lot to take in even for him.  Still, he had to stay focused, he was near the rendezvous and needed to be completely aware for the Inquisitors sake. No matter who his group had, a sharp eye was always needed and effective, he was also a damn quick draw and good shot. Just ask the Sorcerer..Nevermind he doesn't have much to say. 

	As he began to draw closer to the meeting point, he simply replied to the message thusly: [b][i]"I am on the ground floor."[/i][/b] then placed himself nearby, awaiting the Inquisitor and his entourage to join up with him so they could proceed with the mission. They needed to be quick, he could feel eyes on him. Though that was the paranoia of every Vindicare in his experience. You were always thinking, always assuming eyes were on you. The paranoia kept you alive, alone, but alive. He finally stopped wandering off in his thoughts and kept an eye on his surroundings. Making sure noone had an eye on him as he awaited the Inquisitor and the retinue he had brought to the surface alongside him.