Running up the stair case that led to the basement, his trained steps silent, Adam took a brief scout of the deserted environment.
"Good." he muttered to himself as he swiftly made his way to the restroom at the far end of the lobby.
Entering one of the stalls, the fixer, gently raised the ceramic lid of the water closet.
Stored within it was a small, black, water-proof pouch, no bigger than an adult's clenched fist.
Carefully retrieving it, Adam fixed the lid quietly, his movements meticulous.
'Alright…' he pulled open the strap of the pouch, retrieving its contents.
'… on to the next.' he slipped on shadow-black synthetic gloves and pocketed a lighter, a needle, a thin wire coil, lock picks, and a tactical knife.
In the next second, Adam was out of the restroom stall, his goal in sight.
The cheers of everyone in the basement rang louder, prompting the fixer to inwardly comment as he briskly walked across the lobby;