With his internal argument over with and his mind set on taking advantage of the information he'd attained earlier in the day, Linedwell decided he'd wait until midnight rolled around before making his move. Though he had no qualms with allowing the Clarets to know who was behind the attack on them, that didn't exactly mean that he wanted to give them the advantage when it came to the upcoming battle. He wanted to give them as little time to prepare as possible, giving him more of a chance to destroy the base entirely.

Once midnight rolled around, Linedwell quietly slipped out of his suite and began to walk down the street, his intention to travel down a few of the darker alleys until he grew closer to his destination. Linedwell still wasn't entirely sure that the man he'd gained this information from hadn't given him the information with the intention of causing Linedwell to be caught in a trap. After all, Linedwell wasn't even aware of the male's name, or how he even knew him or his father. For all Linedwell knew, this man could have actually been an agent of the Clarets. Though it was all suspicious, Linedwell couldn't exactly find it within himself to back down now after all the mental preparation he'd put himself through to even walk out of his door and head towards this place. He could only hope this place wasn't as fortified as many other places the Clarets owned.