Leraje tapped a few buttons on his headset, closing his eyes to listen. A bit of static, then the expected squeals and pops from the encryption. I'll have fun breaking this code, he mused. They seemed to change it regularly, so it could turn out to be a challenge this time. After covering the transmitter with a bit of rock dust from his carving, he waited, allowing the guard above to pass, before moving catlike down the hill, slipping through the bushes as quietly as he could manage. He'd found that a fortunate side effect of owning a tattered and old trench coat was owning a convenient night camouflage suit.
He did hate water, though. He dropped into the pond, moving quickly to get it over with as soon as possible, and fully emerged into the room, inclining his head a little reluctantly to those seated. "No signs of disturbance at the entrance; I left a little calling card on the wall, so I should have transmissions to work with."