Shortly after Kyle, Odessa left the vehicle. She was all dressed up now, wearing her complete combat armour and other gear. It was a bit tough to get into it, thanks to the driving skills of Pjotr, or maybe the lack of it, but she managed to do it.<br/><br/>She was very pleased with the work the armsmaster did, not only he recharged the almost spent power cells, he actually replaced them by fresh ones. Everything was fine, and even better, she noticed how the air got stale and gained a slight chemical touch when she closed the filter mask. The filters were fresh and clean, not the refreshed junk she got used to.<br/><br/>Unlike the others, she did not walk forward to McClearly, but walked away from the Marauder. To those watching her, it seemed like she was stumbling forward, not one step after the other, but two short steps, a long one, then a pause, then three long steps, followed by two short ones. She kept that pattern until she was about ten meters away from the APC and the others, and crouched down.<br/><br/>She pressed a button on the side of her helmet, and the visor slid down. To those who were watching, it looked like she was blind now, but in fact the opposite was the truth.<br/><br/>The area lost its colors, as the enhancers kicked in. She could tell the temperature around her, her heading, and the distance of whatever she was looking at. Yep, great job there. She scanned the area behind them, where they came from, looking for anything unusual.<br/><br/>"Looks like no one followed us", she said, her voice strangly altered from below the helmet. "Surprisingly, as this monster ain't the most subtle thing I've seen..."<br/><br/>As she rejoined the others, she heared Kyle's words.<br/><br/>"Radio I got, military style." She tapped her helmet, smiling underneath it. "For rangefinders, what you prefer? Laser or IR? Got both in this shiny nifty thing, not sure if they work as they should tho."<br/><br/>Pressing the button again, the visor slid up again, and with a push on another on on the other side of the helmet, the filter piece opened. She grinned. "Take point, huh? Well, who would be foolish enough to do so, I wonder..."<br/><br/>She rested her arms on her rifle, which she again had strapped across her chest, the muzzle facing to the ground.