Osmond woke up a little later than expected, with little time to spare. He flipped his arm up with his gauntlet on, a transparent blue shield popped up displaying information for his jobs. The names of clients, the payout, job description, prerequisites, all of the things he would need to succeed, but he was more than capable by himself if push came to shove; and usually it did.

[color=7ea7d8]"Ok, name... Terrace Ambrose... hm, says here he was to be on Ark."[/color] He toyed around with the gauntlet for a second, talking to himself as he did so.

[color=7ea7d8]"Wouldn't put it passed a jumper to want to escape to another planet."
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Osmond stood up and walked over to his closet, and spoke. "Work"

The closet doors closed around him, applying his work clothes to his skin before opening again with a flash of steam from the cracks in the moving wardrobe. Os walked out of the contraption in his work attire, he had on a signature black leather trench coat like outfit, something that would have been more common years back, it had strange markings all over it and a second layer padding near the shoulders, perhaps to remedy slashing. He figured carrying a gun around would be a little too dangerous, he instead sheathed a blade on the back of his waste, concealed by his coat. Then proceeded to leave his room. It automatically locked as he stepped from the door.

People were few and far between in the area of his bunks but he didn't mind, in fact it was better for him not to explain any questions brought on by his attire, or demeanor. He proceeded to the bar, perhaps on the way and or [i]there[/i] he could find out some information on his target, if anyone had seen him. Which was more than unlikely for a vessel this size and not to mention that if he wanted to stay hidden, it wouldn't be particularly a hard thing to do aboard. Regardless any passerby's were prompted to answer the question - "have you seen this man" whilst Osmond held up his arm revealing the man's face. None had, as expected. But perhaps someone of a higher authority would...

He continued towards his destination. Still repeating himself on the way there, "have you seen this man" or "know a Terrace?" an odd name like that would stick out like a sore thumb. Still with no luck, perhaps Ambrose would find him first.