R4 leaps over buildings

Two miles away, a helicopter circled Zaun's city limits. This was a small operation. The first operative was merely functional, in the pilot's seat; the second was the star of the show, hanging out of the open door, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun. After all, his eyes were very sensitive. He was channeling the visual acuity of an eagle and the infrared sight of a bullfrog, allowing him to track his targets in the middle of a crowded city from a distance. It wasn't too hard to identify the specifics. Not when one of them was jumping clear over the buildings like that.

"What do you think," the pilot asked, "You got your guy?"

The other man didn't respond for a moment. It wasn't that he had to think about his answer. It was more that he didn't know how to feel about it.

"That's absolutely Saxton Hale. It's time to move in."