Janos would have to concede his victory. As the three women barged in in close succession he felt a little like a teen caught in the act of self pleasure. The pod was tight enough on its own, but now he shared it with with just about every woman in the company. There was a distinct whiff of sweat and female fragrance building up around him and he couldn't help but blush as feel the direction of his blood flow going away from his head and down towards other regions as the three enticing bodies clung around his seat for a better view of the screen. Didn't help that Elisa and Ranna were this close to deciding on a date over his head. He shook off everything around him and focused on the screens, seeing the view come over the top of the edge and seeing a fraction of  what could be a soldier before all the screens began to fuzz up. Whatever it was that had happened, it had scrambled all data, even the neuro-input, for just a second or two before the screens fluttered to life again and showed nothing but the snow covering up what looked to be a metal platform.<br/><br/>"Wow, that was some interference..." Janos leaned into the screens and started replaying the clip over and over. Gone was the notion of his immediate surroundings, three vixens and all, and the curiosity of the engineer had taken over. "However..."<br/><br/>He centered his view of the guncam to the right and replayed the clip. He scratched the scar running across his nose and bit his thumb absentmindedly while he brought up the pod console. If ComStar had shelled out for such an advanced piece of equipment it might just contain what he needed. He hammered away on the console for a moment, going through codes and numbers which would take any other MechWarrior days to adjust in just about a minute. When you could tweak a pulse to the precise efficiency peak and program a flush system like Janos could, these things were easy as pie. He played the clip on the right screen again, some of the fuzziness had washed out and you could see the shape of an infantryman standing on the metal plate for just a fraction of a moment before he seemed to dissolve into the background.<br/><br/>"Null Sig." Janos smiled triumphantly before his scars flushed red hot. He had just said the forbidden word out loud. The Maskirovka would have his head if they ever found out. After a rigorous meeting with a 'specialist' that is. How they could make a man scream. He smiled awkwardly at the girls, scratching his scar nervously again. "That's what I would have named it at least. Never seen anything like it before and I think I left the cockpit light on in my Wasp, so if you'd excuse me..."