Jared arrives at the location described by the human male at the cantina, and slowly walks past the front of the large warehouse. Heavy metal doors, possibly blast proof, are the only outstanding feature of the non-descript building. Waking across the street, Jared steps into the shadow of an alcove, of an abandoned storefront and begins to think about the situation:
Door too thick to open by conventional means. Unknown number of possible combatants inside. "Wait", Jared thinks to himself,"I'm getting ahead of myself... How do I even know these blueprints are mine?" It would be a sad thing to be killed while trying to steal back something that one never owned in the first place. Undecided what course of action to take, Jared leans deeper into the shadows and watches...
"Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves,