The fact that the van just parked there with no one getting out and no one approaching it confused Jason. If it was the runners and their prospective business partner was late, then they would certainly get out and secure the area. Being in a vehicle in the open was putting all your eggs in one basket – and waiting for them to be smashed by an AT-rocket.<br/><br/>Maybe Porter had smelled the ambush and Sakura was driving the van empty as a drone. It would still cost them the van, though. When the guards went down as he had expected, Jason considered sending Porter one of his prepared ambush warnings, but with the situation this unclear, he decided not to reveal his hand until he knew more. It was time to investigate things on foot.<br/><br/>“If someone sees you, you run!“ He told flash and opened the car door a crack so that he could slip out. The outer skin of the car was covered with ruthenium polymers – as was Jason’s brand new chameleon suit – but the inside was not and he wanted to minimize their exposure. Behind him, the car door closed silently and became one with the forest again.<br/><br/>Jason cradled the submachine gun in his arms as he approached the building where the snipers had to be hiding, not ready to fire but harder to see. He really should have gotten a chameleon weapon cover as well. He moved quickly and with his synaptic boosters on full power. The opposition wouldn’t wait for long after taking out the guards to make their move.<br/><br/>His suit kept him well out of sight, but the forest floor and branches tended to make noises he could not suppress. He had trained in infiltration and stalking, but always in Gunderson’s urban warfare training center and not in swampy woodlands.<br/><br/>When he reached the building, Jason readied his submachine gun and connected it to his data jack by fibre-optic cable to make the smartlink jamming-proof. He had his<em>Orchestra 6</em>broadband bubble jammer ready in the inside pocket of his chameleon suit, similarly hooked up by cable to his headware so that he could activate it with an instant mental command once the enemy came in sight. He didn’t want them to report back to their command. Besides, a team member dropping off the com-net for a moment would draw a very different response than a streaming video of an attacker wearing an expensive camo-suit and moving with the grace and speed of mil-spec synaptic boosters.<br/><br/><em>”Let’s see who is home.”</em>Jason thought and entered the warehouse, his HK MP-5 TX at the ready.<br/>