The difficulty in finding the place was of course by design. Seifer didn't want just anyone stumbling into his shop while he was busy, much less the city authorities. Somehow he didn't think his producing weapons without any licensing would fly over very well. Especially after acquiring some... less scrupulous connections.

The good news was those connections came with some great perks. Namely machines to further help him design and refine his new gunblade models. And Zack's stupidly big sword.

Upon entering the building, a fairly nondescript from the outside old warehouse, it wouldn't take long for the intruder to be noticed. Seifer's often there alone, with his trusty watch crocdog. Not recognizing the intruder he was quick to scamper to Seifer's side, grunting and snapping his jaws in alarm. Likewise Seifer was quick to drop what he was doing, snatching up his nearby blade he'd taken to keeping much closer at hand after the whole robot clone incident.

"Who the hell are you?" He snaps, eyes narrowed. This guy didn't look like he worked for the Head, but one could never be too sure.