[Naked Crook]

Anaconda grunted as he was pushed through the wall. He looked up at Dangerus. Anaconda: Is that the best you can do Dangerus? I must admit...I am very disappointed in you. You throw your weight around, push me through walls, and pin me to the ground... Anaconda shifted his weight, and rolled Dangerus off of him. Both Brutes got back to their feet. Anaconda: I expected better from you... Anaconda grunted. Anaconda: I have seen more ferocity from Elites. Perhaps under that skin of yours...the fire of an Elite burns. I spit on you. Anaconda laughed as Dangerus charged at him. Anaconda decided to step things up, and engaged his active camo. Anaconda, using his new advantage, moved out of Dangerus' path. This caused Dangerus to stop. Anaconda, with great speed, moved around Dangerus, and approached the Chieftain from behind. Anaconda readied his Hammer, and he struck Dangerus from behind, knocking him forward. Anaconda was being as cheap, as ruthless, and as utterly annoying as he could be. His only goal was to keep Dangerus and the other Brutes occupied until Nighthawk could find Tye. Anaconda disengaged his active camo, and resumed taunting Dangerus. Anaconda: What does that say about a Chieftain when he spends more time on the ground, on his hands and knees? It does not say much! I am half tempted to finish the battle...to kill you, take your title, take your ship, and take your mate if you have one... Anaconda paused. Anaconda: That is, if you even have a mate to call your own. I seriously doubt you do, given your fighting ability. If anything...the only thing a Brute like you can call your own is a rock to put your scent on every night. How pitiful. Meanwhile: ODST Black Team had situated them selves over two different Warthogs; with one driver, and one gunner. Black 1 gave a hand gesture for everyone to move out. Black 1: Alright everyone...let's role! At the top speed of these Warthogs, we should be able to make it to UNSC Regional HQ Bravo in no less than 7 minutes! Floor it! Black 1, who was driving the lead Warthog, floored the accelerator on his Warthog, and started to drive. Meanwhile: Nighthawk and Cameron had moved into the Sub-Basement. Nighthawk was on point. Nighthawk: Alright Spartan...listen to me very carefully; there is only one person in this life that I trust to watch my back, and you are not him. So...do be a favor... Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: If you see someone coming up behind me...just shoot them...don't say "watch out" or "behind you". That shit wastes time...and it is distracting! Cameron did not reply. Nighthawk: And...keep quiet. Cameron did not reply. Nighthawk: You learn quickly. Cameron shook his head. He was quiet by choice, not by request. Cameron had built his career of off near-silence. He never liked to speak during an Op. Despite this, Cameron had his Assault Rifle in hand, watching Nighthawk's six. Cameron could not believe what he was doing. He could not believe he was actually covering someone like Nighthawk. Cameron was tempted to give serious thought to his priorities, but, he knew that now was not the time. All he knew is that if Nighthawk had any sort of hostility towards him, he would of made it very clear with bullets, and not words. Cameron had never feared anything in his life, and Nighthawk and Anaconda were no exception. However, he had to wonder why they were NOT hostile towards him. Cameron did not understand what made him special. Despite this, the two men continued to move towards the Infirmary. Meanwhile: Voro, and the two Spec-Op Elites had spotted Jacob, and they moved towards the Human who had turned this corridor into his own private kill zone. As Voro moved closer to Jacob, the distortion of his active came became more obvious, to the point where if Jacob looked hard enough, he could see a faint outline of Voro. However, Voro moved quickly, wadting no time in his steps. Voro had approached the Cover that Jacob was behind, and reached right over, and grabbed Jacob by the throat, and lifted him into the air. Before Jacob could retaliate, he spun Jacob, and slammed the Human into the wall as hard as he could, forcing Jacob to drop his Sniper Rifle from the sheer shock of impacting the wall. The force of impact had left Jacob totally disarmed. Voro took this chance to drop his Active Camo, as he continued to squeeze his hand that was around Jacob's throat. Voro: Human filth...I command you to beg for you life. I want your pleas of mercy to make your execution far more satisfying! Voro pulled Jacob back from the wall, and slammed the Human against the wall once more. Voro: Beg for your life! I demand it!