Fuze moves through the labyrinth of cargo containers and ships, his footsteps silent and swift as a ghost. Every so often, he stops to listen, a silent ear pressed to the cool metal of a container, listening for the slightest sound of movement or the telltale thump of a hidden attacker. His own dilemma was hindered when he heard a noise at the other area.

"...?" He moves around the cargo containers to find the source. His weapon at the ready in case he'd get ambush by enemies.