With the conference still several days off, Buck had time to catch up on his wardrobe. He needed to turn himself into a person who fits in; no easy task for a practicing sociopath. Considering his less than optimum build, he knew that any appropriate suit would require some tailoring.
In Brussels he managed a complete make-over. Ditching his present wardrobe was no emotional setback and after dealing with his hair he felt renewed and ready for the challenge.
Though Buck looked forward to relaxing for a day and a half on the RUT, he found that it got old quick. Not being able to move around easily or at will was an irritant; even more so was the German lady who insisted on practicing her English on Buck.
On the second morning Buck managed to find another seat and passed the time trying to visualize the best way to gain access to the conference in order to ply his trade. He still had to positively ID his mark. He had blown the first chance. He felt confident that he would ace the second. At least he had more to go on.
Buck also thought the landscape tended toward the grotesque, but that pleased his contorted aesthetic, sensibilities.