[i]While Amanda was doing her thing, setting up her elaborate "trap" to foil the Russian, said Russian did... what someone who knew him would except him to do. He had pulled a small foldout chair from his satchel, as well as a baby blue lunchbox made from metal that held all the essentials for Jason to be happy: food and vodka. By the time everything went to shit, he had been done and ready, almost forgetting that he was supposed to be fighting someone... almost. The arrows going off served as a reminder, the thermite and napalm catching him off-guard, though as it would turn out... it was kind of eh. His first reaction was to spray Amanda's rough location with his SAW, firing in bursts of five with a half-second interval, the thermite smeared across his shielding. When the big metal cardboard thing started falling, he actually got to moving. The energy thrusters all over his suit activated, sending him up and into the air. His SAW was placed on his back once more, arms crossing before his face to brace for impact. He brutishly rammed himself through the cardboard boxes and their contents, bursting out on the other side, the thermite and napalm no longer plaguing his armour, though the spots where it had been were clear -- the metal on his breastplate, left arm, and left leg was scorched badly, leaving black spots where it was undoubtedly weakened. A few moments later, he landed on the adjacent rack, at the very top. Not even a second after landing, he sprayed down into the "alleyway" in which he presumed Amanda to still be, wildly and erratically, more trying to find her position.[/i]