Elliot Connors wasn't one to back down or shy away. Many called him a coward for 'hiding', but he wasn't hiding. He was waiting. He was smart. He knew better than to just rush in now. after all, he knew the moment would present itself to him.

He walked down the street, as Elliot Connors and not as Shroud. He knew where he was headed and knew what he was doing. It had become routine by this point. Walking down this street and going to see again and again. His footsteps light, shoes barely making a sound. He knew the getting caught was a chance, but it was only a 20% chance so he didn't fret over it much. He would just leave if spotted anyways.

He spotted at his spot, a place where he could see without being seen. He watched with patients. Not rushing no matter how much his, in his opinion, flawed emotions threatened to get in the way. If he let them win then he'd have a 100% chance of getting caught and he wasn't about to have that.