The commotion upstairs set Lewin on edge. He was used to fighting ragtag criminals, and the occasional team of elite raiders, not a disciplined team of soldiers with a clear chain of command and sophisticated tactics. Lewin's mind raced. Heading into a surrounded and already infiltrated building, from below, and blindly, was a singularly suicidal move. Considering the abandonment of his current goal, Lewin felt defeated for the first time in a long time. He sat in the boat, unable to respond to the situation, floating a short distance to the cleverly hidden dock. Then he had an idea.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #808040">Surround, infiltrate, reinforce. It's shock and awe. What if the tables turn?</span></span>This thought circled in Lewin's mind like an obsession. The one who orchestrated this whole event, alongside any other valuable personell, would be outside, likely in an open area with excellent view of the surrounding area. But the odds of them looking behind themselves, when the ambush was theirs to spring, was low. So Lewin, muttering a small prayer to the spirits of the forest, enchanted his robes to come alive with the colours of the forest. The enchantment wouldn't last long, and Lewin didn't rely on it to hide him, but it provided an extra bit of visual cover should he run into some unexpected enemies. He crept along the shore, poking his head up occasionaly to scan the movement outside the cabin, looking specifically for the people who appeared to be in charge. Assuming he wasn't discovered, he would then sit down in good cover slightly behind said personell, ready to spring into action and throw the ambushers into disarray.