___Scawire___
Though you take a good long look out of the window, you see nothing but the shadows cast by the scrub.
Stepping out into the cool night air is a nice change from the stuffy insides of the car after your long journey down from the coast.
The whole situation had you on edge though, an eery silence descended on the place as the car's hybrid electric turbine wound down, leaving you with only the sound of the breeze.
Your breath formed in little clouds in front of your face, starlight poking through the broken cloud cover.
Off in the distance you see the orange glow of Paris, flickering warning lights denoting the presence of the tall buildings to low flying aircraft, marking out the skyline even in the relative dark of the early morning.
Your stealth coating engages, blurring your outline and replacing it with a much blacker version.
It takes a little while for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You strain against the darkness for more detail on the building, but cant make out anymore than the brief glimpse you got of it under the headlight's dipped beams.
___Lumen___
Flicking the mode into low-light cast an eerie green hue over your surroundings. The dim starlight poking its head through the clouds combined with the light pollution of Paris provides more than enough light for the amplifiers to work with. The outline of the building is crisp, if not featureless. All the windows on the side of the building facing you are barred, with the bottom layer boarded up.
A maglock panel of some description is located next to the door. The outbuilding has seen better days, one of the exterior walls is beginning to crumble and an old wooden door hangs lazily off one hinge
Yeah, keep quiet. I cannae say i like this one bit.
He moves slowly, pistol in hand, towards the door.