Kansas, Turtle creek ice nebula its asteroids made tricky work, but the ice nebula made a nice place to hide a ship away from prying eyes. Although un-explored, it didn't bother too many people. A Liner, one of a larger class, and one of a executive luxury style made sure that anyone wouldn't think twice on what was aboard. Riches that only people with the most wealth could have, pools for every passenger and endless restaurants and bars. No, this one made sure that's what people thought. "No... Make sure the ship has who I want onboard, I don't like it when some snoop comes around and finds a Liner hidden around here... This system is a dead zone anyway, people know this place is haunted more than Freeport 7's wreck." The bridge of "The-Zealous", Enfield is on a communicator, finger to his ear... "No, this... This Business concerns the upper ranks of the Buro, just stay out of this, I won't be needing a security escort." Enfield rips the earpiece out, and chucks it down on the commanders chair, along with a jacket to muffle its audio. "Nosey parkers... They keep asking to stick their fingers in things." He runs towards the font desk of the font of the bridge, taking a key card from the control panel on top of a RFID Reader/Writer. "Room... Number 5. Level... Guest." He picks up a few small capsules of what seemed to be an fine orange powder, he fumbles with them in his hand. "You're not for me... But soon."
Running to the elevator, he presses the button to his desired floor as he entered, allowing the door to close as he turns around. Heading down to the hanger bay. "Where are you Yoshida?"