The man in the yellow suit squints at the far horizon, through the semi-translucent plastic walls of the complex. "I see it," he says, pointing. "That way. We'd better skirt around sideways, make it harder for them to know where we're headed."

"The Overwatch was going that way," says Janusz, pointing east. "I suggest we go the opposite direction."

"Thank you, Prohaska," says the man in the yellow suit through gritted teeth. "I was just about to say that."