Scans warehouse

Jensen put his shoulder to the barrier and forced it open. Passing
through, they emerged on a raised platform above a sunken loading bay. It
ran the full length of the building, vanishing into darkness and shadows.
But a few hundred meters away, there was a knot of activity illuminated by
the lights Stacks had seen from the rooftops.

“Tread careful,” Jensen whispered, and then set off in a crouched walk,
panning his gaze from side to side. The smart vision implant in his skull
parsed the environment around him, projecting a sensor grid overlay on to
his optical display, highlighting movement and potential targets. There were
a lot of gangers down there, some of them milling around with weapons at
the ready, others working in a ragged line as they carried plastic containers
out from deeper in the warehouse annex.

Jensen halted in the lee of a support pillar and watched as two men
hefted a long box into the back of a six-wheeler cargo truck. The familiar
stylized seraph’s wing logo of Sarif Industries was visible on the side of the
crate.

“Ishtar-model leg augmentations,” said Pritchard; for a moment, Jensen
had forgotten that the hacker was seeing more or less exactly what he did.
“At least, that’s what the barcode on the box says. In reality, it could be
anything in there.”

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 6 pgs. 101-102