Cameoline Cloak

He found the best spot in a room that had once been a communal laundry, and arranged his cameoline cloak between the heat-distorted frames of two chairs. Combined with the deadening qualities of his synskin stealthsuit, the marksman would be virtually invisible.

Chapter Fourteen



Not for the first time he wished that the camo-cloak still worked properly. At full capacity, he could have dropped to the deck and shrouded, and to the eyes of the drones he would have looked like nothing more than a nub of cold steel protruding from the gantries. But now, ripped and ragged, it could only make him visually indistinct. He could not use it to hide from short-range seeking, or from vision in thermal, ultra-violet or magnetosonic ranges.

“Gunsight”

(Backstory: Eristede Kell is hiding in the bowels of a battleship with a torn-up cameoline cloak)