If Tony's hunch was just that, it was a good one. Luca had, just a few moments before on the other side of the building, pulled himself near-soundlessly onto the chainlink fence, balancing for a moment as his fingers and toes gripped onto the top like a real chameleon would a slender branch. He skittered down nimbly, a prehensile tail grasping the gasoline can, which he took into his hands. He was quiet as he went about sprinkling the sides of the building with the acrid-smelling liquid. He made sure his tail was tucked away, because those security cameras wouldn't be able to make much sense of it in the context of Anthony Sparado, but then again... With as well as most average citizens understood the Numbered population, they might as well have just been a bunch of monsters.