The Reception: Aya/Schreient/Ken/Open
If the janitor was working for Esset, he was good. An untied shoe was a convenient way to survey one's surroundings, not to mention a stall for time. It was a casual enough gesture, like lighting a cigarette, that most people wouldn't give a second thought. However, red flags went up when the man tugged his cap down.
It was impossible to get a good look at his face. Kritiker may have had detailed files, but the database was useless without positive identification. All the primary targets were already under careful watch which meant that this individual might be a loose canon, not that Ken had any objections to improvising.
Once certain that the man was heading back his way, he dropped his binoculars and slid out of the front seat as quickly as he could without drawing too much attention. He paused just behind the passenger side seat to check his weapons. The leather gloves creaked slightly as four steel blades shot out of their housing. Perfect. Ken nodded once then relaxed his hands, letting the blades slip back into their housing.
He reached over, turning off the row of monitors to plunge the van into relative darkness before moving closer to the van's back doors. The front of the vehicle was unassuming enough. The front doors were locked and the keys were out of sight. It was possible the man might just pass by.