It's an interesting thing being a Ranger. You could be trailing a suspected Shinra detractor one moment, and the next running down an Avalanche terrorist in the underplate workings. Other times it's alot of waiting and watching and cold stale coffee while on a stake out or boring intel. gathering. Or there are times like this, when you're pulled off a solo patrol of the more rugged slums of Midgar, trudging through some of the more seedier parts of the city, making sure none of the gangs or people down there are trying to create trouble for Shinra assets down in the Slums. As he'd been following Wasteland into a supposedly gang claimed area, his phone had rung. A Shinra Handler telling him to expect a helicopter extraction within moments. The big Shinra heli had landed in a clearing among the slum tenaments he was in. Soon he'd boarded up and off to Junon he had been taken.

Wasteland had been the first of the pair to hope down out of the helicopter. And promptly mark one of the rear wheels of the chopper before it lifted off after Alexander Krait, Shinra Ranger had stepped off as well. He chuckles, "Come on girl." He says but he doesn't get far as he sees the right hand of his immediate boss. Tseng, leader of the Turks. Lex takes a moment to look around to see if Rude or Reno are about, he's always liked the pair, they're great guys.

Soon though they are striding down the halls of Junon, Wasteland pacing at Lex's feet, sniffing as they go but staying close. And soon the room. As Tseng began to detail the situation, Wasteland made a lap around the room. Until a grunt and a motion brought her back to Lex's side. As the shoe is produced then the blodo pack. Lex knows it's not just his skills in tracking and intell gathering that are needed but his canine partners natural senses. This is a tracking mission that they both are needed for. He looks at the pair of items then back and looks at the picture. He brings out out own PDA, quickly tapping it to Tseng's, copying the image to his own. He looks at it on his own PDA briefly then blinks, "Wait...this man is a Cetra? An Ancient? What's an Ancient doing working for those Terrorists, Avanlance?" He narrows his eyes, "Never mind, that's not a problem for this mission." He nods and picks up the items, "We'll find him sir. Find, Track, Observe and Capture. Should be simple enough." He nods then turns away, "With your leave sir. We'll get started. Head on out, and get Wasteland a scent."

The pair walked back down the hall ways, picking their way past guardsmen, and skirting around a trio of SOLDIER Threes who were jabbering about something. Finally they are out, into the open, the front muster yard of the Junon base. Lex looks at the picture he copied from Tseng's cellphone, then pulls out the shoe first, taking it out of the bag. He looks to Wasteland, "Hup..." He calls, their command for attention. Wasteland gives him her immediate and full attention. Lex nods giving her a pat, "Alright? Scent..." Another command. Simple and to the point. Wasteland leaning forward to take in the scent, and also licks at the bloody shoe, getting a taste for it too. For a moment she huffs at the shoe, gaining as much as she can. Lex stands there waiting. Then with a ruff Wasteland lets him know she has the scent. He places the shoe away, "Alright." He looks around, and spots a Shinra long range recon jeep. He walks over and calls to one of the guards, "Keys for this? It's being requisitioned by the Ranger/Canine Division." One of the guards almost falls all over himself to cough up the keys, and soon with a huff from Wasteland and a roar of an engine they are off, this is how his mission begins. Driving down to the port, Mr. Tseng had said this target is arriving by boat, best place to start? Junon Port of course. Watch, Track and Capture. They can do that.