As they shouldered their way through the simulated crowds of people, Jacque's eyes darted back and forth in search of anything strange, though he refrained from moving his head too much, lest he come off as suspicious himself. For a brief moment, Jacque wondered off perhaps Omega hadn't included a supernatural to the simulation and instead was just gauging how well each operative did in public. Jacque pondered this for quite some time before something finally caught his attention, something that in all honesty wouldn't have gotten a second glance from most people. There was a man in a dark grey suit who appeared to be in his late thirties casually reading a newspaper while sitting at a bus stop. A fairly mundane action to say the least, however something about the man seemed off, or rather, something about him seemed perfectly fine; for someone waiting at a bus stop in such a crowded place, his suit was remarkably clean, and wrinkle free to boot. The man himself was unremarkable in appearance, no, not just unremarkable, he looked like the sort of person that seemed as though he was meant to be ignored, someone who was meant to blend seamlessly into a crowd. The ghoul turned and looked at Alastair as the man raised his head and looked around, "I think we've got ourselves a target. The man in the suit at the bus stop, he look out of place to you?".