Tobais, had walked many circles and spoken with many people. This job was nothing special to him. Merely another challenge. He had the inevitable task of being the man up high.
Sinking into the muck of the Genesian underground and once more pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Of course he had people to protect this time.
Usually he’d grab a meat suit and infiltrate that way. But not this time combat and poisoning was a threat to be aware of. He had a whole new puppet body made, with a face under the mask for once.
When he joined the group you could hardly tell it was Tobais. He looked fit to be an emperor or a living god. Each movement slow deliberate and graceful. The only indication was the mask.
Softly he whispered to Jin. “Are we ready? It took grate effort and care to secure myself in the higher places of the alcove. I can’t afford to be late or not show. I’ve of course taken every precaution I can. Just make sure not to draw to much attention. To me and the groups and this operation can not fail. But of course I can not speak for everyone’s survival.”
He didn’t look at Jin or give any indication he’d caught his eye. Making sure to give himself as much plausible deniability as possible.
The spider had all his peices on the board now, and soon they would be taking apart a old fortress. Not an easy task.