By the time they reached the designated spot, the sky had begun to brighten.
He landed a considerable distance from the port, his boots scraping against the rough concrete as the propulsion system on his back powered down. A faint hiss escaped the metal suit, followed by a brief flicker of light before the mechanisms went dormant.
He straightened and looked toward the distant harbor.
From here, the port was barely visible through the industrial buildings and stacks of shipping containers. They'd chosen this location deliberately. It was far enough away to keep them out of immediate danger, but close enough that they could observe the operation without difficulty.
At least, that was the plan.
Blake adjusted his visor.
One of the more useful features of their equipment was its ability to connect to the other members of the team. Each person's icon appeared along the edge of his vision, and by selecting one, he could access what that person was seeing through their own visor.
