[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk and Anaconda, along with Cameron, had left the roof of Regional HQ Bravo, and started to move down the stairwell, back down into Regional HQ Bravo. While they moved, Cameron had been keeping tabs on the comm chatter. Cameron: I have not heard anything from Commander Vernette. Either he has nothing to say, or he is... Nighthawk cut in. Nighthawk: I would prefer you did not say it! Cameron did not reply. Nighthawk shook his head and sighed. He did not want to entertain the thought that his brother had been killed. He knew, that the thought alone would of driven him completely mad. As the trio neared the ground flood, Anaconda stopped. This was very apparent, as his loud footsteps had ceased. NIghthawk, in turn, stopped as well, and turned around. Nighthawk: What is it? Anaconda sniffed the air. He then growled. Anaconda: Brutes...very close. A lot of them. Nighthawk: Where? Anaconda: I am guessing on the ground floor...in the Inner Atrium. Their scent has been getting stronger the closer we have moved toward our destination. I would advise against a direct engagement. Anaconda looked around. He saw a door with the number 4 above it. He gestured his head. Anaconda: This way. Nighthawk turned, and moved toward the door that lead to the fourth floor. Nighthawk opened it, and moved as silently as he could. As he exited the stairwell, he could see the balcony that allowed him to see right down into the Inner Atrium. Nighthawk peaked over, and sure enough, there were Brutes in the Inner Atrium. Anaconda and Cameron also looked over. Anaconda: Dangerus... Cameron and Nighthawk turned their heads. Cameron: You know that Brute down there? Anaconda: Yeah...he is a friend of mine... Cameron: Do you wanna tell your friend to move aside and let us by? Anaconda: If I did that, he would not listen. Nighthawk: Why not? Anaconda: Because he is a Brute. You should know this. Nighthawk: Of course. Nighthawk sighed. Nighthawk: Time is wasting. We either try and sneak our way past them...or we engage them. Anaconda snorted in disagreement. Anaconda: No...we don't do either of those. We do both. Nighthawk: Explain? Anaconda: You and the Tin Can go to the sub-basement... Cameron shook his head and sighed. Anaconda: I will engage those Brutes. I will give you the time you need to go and find The Commander and get him to safety. Cameron: Good plan... Nighthawk: No...not good plan. Bad plan! That is very... Nighthawk shrugged. Nighthawk: Dangerous... Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Dangerous to engage a Brute named Dangerus. Let's put two and two together here. Anaconda growled. Anaconda: It is either you let me go down there and distract him...or the Commander dies. Nighthawk looked away. He felt torn and divided. However, such was the nature of choice, and the ability to make one. Nighthawk looked at Anaconda and nodded. Nighthawk: Go down there and buy us some time. The Spartan and I will go and find Commander Vernette, and get him back to The Vulture. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Watch your back down there. Anaconda gave a grunt that was laced with a tone of arrogance. As he did, he stood up, and looked over the balcony. He then jumped down all four floor, right down to the ground level, landing right in the middle of the Inner Atrium, and right in front of Dangerus. As his feet hit the ground, he went down into a kneeling position to help break his fall. Despite this, his massive weight destroyed the floor beneath his feet, making a large, and very loud cracking sound. The entire floor around Anaconda;;s feet had been destroyed. There was no subtly in this drop. Anaconda wasted no time in standing tall, staring right at Dangerus. Up above, Cameron looked at Nighthawk. Cameron: Did he just... Nighthawk: Yes he did. Nighthawk sighed. Nighthawk: Come on...we have to go find the Commander! Meanwhile: Tye and Jennifer were still in the Med Bay. They were under heavy fire. However, they were still holding off Voro, and the rest of his Elites. Jennifer: Tye...I am running out of Ammo. We cannot hold out here! Tyber: I know...I am almost dry as well. I have a few clips left...after that... Tye paused. Tyber: I still have a knife I guess. And I guess you can throw dirty syringes at them. Jennifer: I don't think that will help!? Tyber: Jen...are you telling me you have never read War of the Worlds? That is a classic! Jennifer: No...but I have read a ton of papers on Comparative Xenobiologoy. It is SORTA the same thing...right? Tye shook his head and laughed. Tyber: Not even fucking close... Tye sighed, as his laughter was short lived. Tyber: Jen..answer me something... Jennifer: What is it? Tyber: Is it true that you and my brother are...you know... Jennifer didn't answer. Tyber: You know...are you two...comparing biology? Jennifer sighed. Jennifer: That is totally irrelevant right now Tye! Jennifer fired her last shot. Jennifer: I am out of ammo! Tye tossed on of his SMGs to Jennifer. She caught it. Tyber: I guess you won't answer the question hmm? Jennifer: No I will not! The answer dies with me Tye! Tyber: Fair enough... Tye paused. Tyber: Fair enough...