After wandering for a long time to find a suitable target, Number Thirteen suddenly tapped Tarta and whispered, "This one will do."
Tarta turned around and saw a man about the same size as him, dressed in a white robe, wearing a red and white checkered headscarf, with a badge pinned to his chest, leisurely strolling through the airport hall.
"This one indeed will do. What's his position? Is he with the airport or the airline?"
"Airport staff, Passenger Services Department, position unclear."
Tarta followed behind the man and, as he caught up, whispered, "I've been watching the ones in uniform. Why is this one not wearing a uniform?"
"Obviously, this one is a local. He doesn't have to wear a uniform."
After trailing the target for a few steps, Tarta rubbed his hands together and whispered, "Go get him, wait a moment."
