Gideon Maltese entered the apartment building which he was told the Warden safehouse was located through the back alley ways, he had only just put on his Grey cloak and strapped on Garm underneath it after the taxi that brought him here had dropped him off several blocks away. some may have called him paranoid, but he called it a security measure, the Red Court Vampires themselves were not likely to attack in broad daylight, even in dark alleys but that didn't stop their addicted human hitmen from taking pot-shots at an undercover wizard who currently looked like a cross between a hobo and a hippie.  

By the time he reached one of the emergency exits into the building, one with an alarm linked to it like most modern hotels, Gideon checked over both of his shoulders for any sign of tails or scouts before he uttered a single word under his breath "Feldr", Gideon vanished from mortal sight, and the usage of his power in such close proximity to the door fried the electronic alarm, and the nearby CCTV camera, that was sure to draw someone over there at some point, but Gideon didn't plan to stick around anyway. The door seemed to open and close on its own accord, no alarm triggered at all, and Gideon's steps, muffled greatly on the carpeted floor, walked a few steps over to the nearby stairwell up. There he slipped in the door, checked for cameras or people coming by extending his senses slightly, and lowered his veil, reappearing.

He calmly walked up the stairs, considering the situation. He hadn't taken part in much actual fighting in the War with the Reds yet, his role was mostly a support role, using his contacts in the spirit world to keep tabs on Red Court lairs and hideouts and using them and his knack for veils to spy upon and tail some of their human servants as they met with their Vampiric handlers up in Canada. Not many Reds up in Canada anyway, too cold for most of the older Barons and Dukes to bother setting up holds there, who preferred the heat and comfort of their long-standing strongholds in Central and South America, or the more temperate United States. Which came to the reason why Gideon still wasn't in Canada, his duties as a Warden demanded that he go where his superiors in The White Council commanded, and Canada wasn't exactly top priority for them in terms of battle lines, and if half of the news he'd heard was correct, the war wasn't exactly going in his side's favour and every Warden was needed to step up and take on more responsibility for the cause of his fellow wizards. 

He'd also been used to working solo, since most of his clients on the Ectomancy side of his business weren't fellow practitioners of the Art, and those that were didn't usually measure up to his skills. But then, he figured it could be a nice change, with any luck, most of them wouldn't flip out the first time they see the tattoo on his neck light up, but there is no guarantee of that.

He heard at least one of the other Wardens before he saw them, if a Red Court Vampire was looking for them and was near the floor entrance, they likely would have heard the password, but luckily it was just him, so Gideon just smirked. This was going to be fun.

He followed up into the hallway just as the last Warden entered, the one calling herself O'Bagley, and decided to play a little amusing prank/test of his companions, right before the door, he muttered "Feldr" again, casting another veil. He knocked on the door, whispering the password, the door was opened, to the Warden at the door's initial surprise at seeing nobody there, Gideon stepped in lightly behind O'Bagley and the other two recently arrived Wardens, dropping his veil again suddenly.

"Warden Maltese, ready and able."