Jace glances at the screens, brows furrowing before Vol's voice comes over the comms.

"There's some movement at the shipping containers." Vol says, his accent thick. Jace sighs as he stands up from the chair and picks up the cowl, staring at it for a few moments before he pulls it on, shouldering his cape.

He grapples out of the shell company and starts to make his way towards the docks. He lands nearby and waits, trying to scope out who or what was there but there wasn't any more movement.

"Vol?"

"Nothing's moved." The other says as Jace descends from his hiding spot and slowly creeps his way towards the ajar metal door, sticking to the shadows.