Beneath the stealth field, Sean kept his descent smooth and steady, so that he was virtualy invisible 'til he was on the ground out on the east side of the unit.<br/><br/>The field dropped then and a small ebony nazadi-model mech flickered into sight, mech-rifle shouldered.  It turned, revealing that it's helm had been elaboratly airbrushed into an orange and gold fox mask, japanese in fashion.  Kakarembo snapped a smart salute to the dignitaries before facing from view once more.<br/><br/><em>Showtime.</em><br/><br/>Over the radio, he sent a tight beam--encrypted--to the rest of the mecha and engles.  "Airbrush here, flanking east."<br/><br/>He moved quickly, but still smoothly enough to not easily detect beneath the stealth field, heading forwards and too the east.  If there were any abandoned buildings, he would use one for cover when he stopped, but would stop on the side that the VIPS would see him when he apeared again.<br/><br/>He drew a careful bead on the biggest target dummies head, breathing and keeping his calm while his teammates unleashed hell.  When he was sure of his shot, he squeezed the trigger.<br/><br/>Kakarembo flashed into visibility as the weapon discharged.