"I like hide and seek," he muses. He's looking at the maps over her shoulder, or possibly upside-down, looking for either disused factories or storage spaces within the target zone, and for places that would make sense for access points to some discreet mode of transit between them and major travel hubs--a port, a highway, an airport. "We should find out where the taxi drivers eat, some'a them might know something. A rumor, at least."