[i]Mute heads up to a small hill, scouting the area ahead. He keeps lookong above him to male sure no ship has spotted him. He talks to hinself as he looks.[/i] "Eleven armed, three guarding the fueled ship. I can flank right, but that's too risky I have a suppressor, but shooting can still cause attention. Left side, tale out as little as possible, hopefully that works." [i]The station has eight ships cluttered around. They can provide cover as well as the fuel pumps to the right. Mute begins to head to the left, moving at a walking pace.[/i]