Jackson quickly made his way around the defenses at Fort Vetus. Quietly hiding from the patrols that made their rounds through the streets of the large city. His hood was pulled over his head as he darted from his hiding spot into a nearby alleyway.
The city was on high alert as he searched for a place to hide himself away in until things died down. The citizens of the town hurried about, going about their daily business despite the tense situation.
Jackson spotted an old warehouse across from the fort, its windows boarded shut and sealed tightly. He crossed the street and crept along the wall toward the entrance.
It looked like no one had broken in for quite some time; there wasn't any obvious evidence of forced entry or damage from when they left.
