As soon as the van parked, Paradox was unfolding himself from the rear. With swift, economical movements, he retrieved several quivers of arrows, strapping them to his sides where arms could be brought down to hide them, and assembling a compact troll-sized bow from its collapsible pieces. From a hip case, he took his contact lenses and earbuds, slipping them into place and bringing them online. Mental commands flickered through his head, and the chameleon suit sprang to life, transforming him into a blurry, slightly shimmery troll-shaped patch of rainfall.<br/><br/>"There is drones along fence. Drones work for boss, know us as friends? Or drones shoot anything not drone?"<br/><br/>It wasn't quite safe yet to drop the 'dumb-brick' routine. The assistant was still here, and this new late-term addition to the security team was a complete unknown.