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Prophet leapt out into the cold Siberian air, high over
the frozen street. Searchlights from the VTOLs tracked
him in the air. There were so many lines of light on the
suit’s Heads-Up Display from the threat tracer, showing
possible bullet trajectories, that his vision was almost
washed out. He shut down the suit’s proximity alarm
in mid-air due to information overload. With a thought
he wrapped the lensing field of the suit’s stealth system
around himself. To the CELL gunmen in the street it
looked like he’d disappeared. Then they opened fire.

Crysis: Escalation, The Chance, Part 2