"I believe none of us is inmune, that's why I am so heavily padded." Utem said considering his clothing, most of the wait of his clothes was from the reinforcing plates and fabric that covered up to his wrists and ankles. It was nota catsuit but many pieces instead, disgned to interlock as one piece, and most important, to be lightweight. It was thicker on the chest and back, to protect him from bullets. It also had a neckpiece, somewhat uncomfortable, but from what Franka was saying, necessary.<br/><br/>Utem looked at the map as Hackett described their destination. It was close by, it wouldn't take more than thirty minutes to reach Vinxel. What she said about the firearms was also true, he had suppresors for all of his weapons so he didn't worried much about it.<br/><br/>The lack of a bridge would be a problem, but nothing that couldn't be solved with some creative thinking, or a dip in the water. He hear Franka's brief description of Jake, perhaps to brief, most likely she had just met him recently.<br/><br/>When Hackett looked up,he did so to, noticing the change in the beacon. He silently moved to the ground, taking out one of his guns and the scope from his rifle, which he carried in one of his front pockets. His gun was already silencedd, so he attached the scope to it and looked through it, hoping to catch some movement and to see what was getting closer to them, or at least have an idea of it's size and speed. "I can't see it on the scope..." Utem whispered over his comm.