Warehouses
Holding a spear with an oiled grip and wearing leather armor that didn't really fit him all that well, Daneel tried not to look up as he teleported onto the central island, right in front of the large hourglass in the middle where his prey lay.
With the system, it had been quite easy to mimic the handwriting of all those people. The letters had been placed where they were to be found by him, the thief, and the elf, but this job, he had left for himself.
It was the most dangerous one, of course, and knowing this, the elf had tried to insist that he would come with him…but Daneel had put down his foot, saying that he was more than equipped to deal with whatever came his way himself. They had also had enough reason to believe that he was telling the truth; as he had no option, he had had to reveal that he was more capable than he looked by drawing all of the fake rebel's plans in merely an hour.