A standard human dressed in her leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots would die in minutes, but that meant as much to her now as snow to a polar bear. Her weapons were in a protective bag slung over her shoulder. She looked at Xavi hunkered next to her. He was wrapped inside a stealth suit, a chameleonic second skin that smothered him so completely he merged into the surroundings. No modern defense system could spot him, but her neural clock had changed the game.