"That shouldn't be too hard. You see the armor they use? It creates a sense of anonymity within their ranks. All we would have to to is scavenge the wreckage of a downed ship and figure out who's the best actor." Before long a soldier clad in umbrella logos and a knife twirling around in his hand was walking out of the city. He must have just finished with his deal with whoever it was that was inside the city. His hulking T-103 Ivan Tyrant followed silently with a trench coat and cap disguising its more horrific parts as Sneaks whistles along as he looks at a parked car and starts trying to hotwire it. "Well that big thing is out of the question" Flatline joked.