[i]Oddly enough, there was no scent. The smells of flesh and blood were replaced by just the metal and wires of Treyman's armour, since he kept it so tightly insulated. Or perhaps he didn't possess those, and had some other substance coursing through his veins? Regardless, Jack uncloaked his armour near the doorway of the room, where he waited on Sylvie. His forces were nearly done, just cleaning up any stragglers now. [/i]