It has been a complete hassle in the kitchen with one of the stoves mysteriously out of order and the guy they sent to fix it taking his own sweet time to figure it out. He's very apologetic, a little on the clumsy side — seemingly one of nature's large but gentle bumblers, with thick glasses and a shy disposition. Possibly the kitchen staff's faith in common decency takes a temporary hit when, as the militia start to drag out the young activist group, their supposed repair man takes his hat and glasses off and drags a silver hood from his pocket over his head.
They're distracted and he moves fast. There's no time for them to see that the hood is not quite right, and maybe some of them have never had the dubious pleasure of seeing a militia hood up close and personal anyway. As far as Jason's concerned, the hood will serve the purpose of getting him close. The real militia have to know they don't have anyone stationed in the kitchen (and if they did, they're awful slow, since Jason waited to be sure no one else whipped out a hood) and other ways of determining he's not one of them.
When he enters the main room, what he wants and gets is that second of confusion from the other militia agents. That's enough time to hit one in the face with a truncheon. It's a less lethal weapon than he prefers, but from experience, he thinks his guns will be wasted on militia body armor. By the sound, that blow from the truncheon broke more than a few things. Jason grabs him on the way down, using the agent's body with its superior armor as a shield and helping himself to the agent's superior firepower. The monetary hand up from the masked guy had been very helpful, but whatever he can get his hands on, Jason reasons, the militia probably has something better. He tests that hypothesis by shooting at the other agents with the downed agent's gun. They know he's a fake, but now the friendly fire is legitimate. Hopefully that'll cause more confusion and draw militia attention to him, allowing the activists time to escape. He's sure he'll have to cut and run very soon.
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They're distracted and he moves fast. There's no time for them to see that the hood is not quite right, and maybe some of them have never had the dubious pleasure of seeing a militia hood up close and personal anyway. As far as Jason's concerned, the hood will serve the purpose of getting him close. The real militia have to know they don't have anyone stationed in the kitchen (and if they did, they're awful slow, since Jason waited to be sure no one else whipped out a hood) and other ways of determining he's not one of them.
When he enters the main room, what he wants and gets is that second of confusion from the other militia agents. That's enough time to hit one in the face with a truncheon. It's a less lethal weapon than he prefers, but from experience, he thinks his guns will be wasted on militia body armor. By the sound, that blow from the truncheon broke more than a few things. Jason grabs him on the way down, using the agent's body with its superior armor as a shield and helping himself to the agent's superior firepower. The monetary hand up from the masked guy had been very helpful, but whatever he can get his hands on, Jason reasons, the militia probably has something better. He tests that hypothesis by shooting at the other agents with the downed agent's gun. They know he's a fake, but now the friendly fire is legitimate. Hopefully that'll cause more confusion and draw militia attention to him, allowing the activists time to escape. He's sure he'll have to cut and run very soon.