The Bottoms might have been the place he knew the best, but he wasn't dumb to the things that happened in the weyr. Locke knew how to keep his ears open and for the most part, things didn't interest him, but occasionally he would hear things that did. Like the news that one of the grayhandlers of the weyr Pack had been arrested by Justicars and taken back to the Walled to stand trial. A part of Locke felt for the woman, but not so much that he gave it more than a passing thought. That is until he heard that the woman's bluerider lover was looking for a way to get her out of her predicament. Now that interested him since he knew that this man had at first tried to get help through the proper channels. Locke could have told him to not waste his time with the proper channels. They never worked. Now that the man was open to less....legal means...that gave the Reaper an idea. While his plan to stop the slave ring was pretty well put together, he was a bit worried that just he and I'ent would be enough to stop it. If he had the help of another well...that might tip the scales in his favor.
Dressing in his Reaper clothes, Locke quietly slipped from their apartment and then made his way to the apartment of a certain bluerider. He was glad to see that the man wasn't home yet, so he easily helped himself inside. While he had the place to himself he couldn't help but snoop around a little while the bluerider wasn't home. When he was bored doing that and figuring that the man would be there shortly, Locke found a dark spot and settled in. Normally, he kept his face uncovered, but considering he was approaching this man as the Reaper and there was a chance he knew who Locke was, he decided to keep his real identity secret. So currently he wore a masquerade type mask.
It wasn't too long before the door to the apartment door creaked open. Locke waited until the man was inside with the door locked before he finally made his presence known. "Good evening." He spoke with a smirk.