The tracking software, then, was going to be a problem. Especially with his lack of training. He frowned, prodding at it, before he thought and the idea came to him. He ran, evading cameras, as he took the tablet deep into a parking structure and tucked it into a junction box to jumble the signal even further. Unless they had another method of tracking, surely that would mean it would be secure until he had a way to disable that tracking software.

Once that was done, and after he'd hidden from a few passing vehicles that looked more than slightly suspicious, he headed to the apartment. It was a careful trail he blazed, having to climb up the building alongside, jump to the roof, and then down to the window that had hopefully been left open. If it was safe enough for Clark to fly through, it was safe enough for him to climb through.