Wherever the Elite was hiding, VISR would allow Jonah to track him with ease. Problem was; the Elite wasn’t hiding . . . and neither were his friends.
	Standing where he had faded just seconds ago, the mysterious Elite held his ground, his transparent bodily features indicated by a ring of red as the VISR technology mapped out the creature’s silhouette.
	Jonah kept his aim on the Elite, but didn’t fire.
	“Shit,” Jonah said aloud to himself, his shoulders slumping a bit.
	The Elite laughed, a thick, guttural boom, as the full extent of the danger dawned on Jonah.
	Standing to the left and just a few meters behind the Elite were three others sporting the same souped-up armor, as marked by the red VISR-induced glow tracing their outline. To his right, two more Elites stood, almost casually.
	These others had been watching the whole damn time. “This wasn’t a solitary straggler who’d caught two of ONI’s heavy hitters with their guard down,” Jonah chided himself.
	“This was a goddamn trap.”