Tilting his head Kaze watched the gold and black clad person dart off to their bike. "Rude much." He stated dully, already not liking the situation. Batwing was taking a bit to make a plan and half of the team already vanished to do their own thing. Rolling his shoulders with a sigh he went towards the edge of the rooftop. He wouldn't be hard to find, his size made it virtually impossible to hide from those actively looking for him. With that he leaped the distance between buildings.

He started slow, jogging across the next rooftop before leaping again to the next. It didn't take him long to be running on all fours, leaping every few bounds to the next building. His nostrils were flaring, he knew the scent of Venom. It had helped give him the build he had along with numerous other chemicals. The pupils of his eyes dilated into barely visible slits as he looked at the streets down below between rooftop leaps.

Nothing out of the ordinary yet, just people walking and driving. The homeless huddling around their trashcan fires and the occasional mugging that didn't concern the bestial man. Batman had said find Bane and other Venom users, not ruin a muggers day, and that was what he'd do. Unfortunately he didn't have the intel or the technological know-how to track the criminals easier. He just had his body built for destruction and his animal senses.

Finally though he caught that acrid stench the drug had. Eyes and head snapping down mid-leap he saw a group of men loading up a boxtruck. One of them was impossibly hulked, a sure sign of the drugs usage. Stopping with the use of the claws on his feet he turned and peered over the edge. They hadn't looked up and they hadn't noticed him. Slowly he started climbing down the building, his claws sinking into the brick and mortar easily. Once the men looked from the truck to load up more crate Kaze dropped silently onto the top of the container portion.

As much fun as it would be to assault the group he decided to remain unseen. They could carry him to wherever this shipment of whatever was going. So he laid himself out, plastering himself flat to the top of the truck while making sure his cloak and tail were tucked in close. Now it was the waiting game.