[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Aboard The Ulterior Motive, Spender was sitting on the bridge. He was simply having a cigarette. He was simply waiting until he would hear from either The Risk Takers or ODST Black Team. The bridge was, for all intents and purposes, totally silent, that is it was until one of the bridge officers broke the silence. Trust Operations Officer: Sir...you might want to have a look at this. Spender took a drag of his cigarette, and then exhaled the smoke. Spender: What is it ensign? Out with it! Trust Operations Officer: SIr...it seems that SOMEONE on the local battle net has accessed the ONI Information Net. There appears to be an information query in progress. Spender: Keywords? Trust Operations Officer: ODST, Black, Brute, Vulture, Duo. These search keywords seem to be consistent with Nighthawk and Anaconda. Spender: Are you able to identify the user who is trying to do this? Trust Operations Officer: Yes sir. It is Captain Marcus Reynolds...commanding officer of The Mind's Attrition. He is currently located in Admiral Harrison's battle group. Spender: I would simply ignore his search queries. It is not as if he is going to find anything with HIS authorization. I see no harm in letting him snoop around the metaphorical empty bookshelf. Trust Operations Officer: Understood sir. I will ignore his session, though I will keep an eye on it. Spender shrugged, and returned to smoking his cigarette. He fell silent again. However, after a few moments, he was summoned by the officer once more. Trust Operations Officer: Sir... Spender let out an annoyed sigh. Spender: What? Trust Operations Officer: Captain Reynolds has changed his search criteria. Spender: What did he change it to? Trust Operations Officer: It seems he has started using the following search terms; ODST, Team, Black, ONI, Colonel Spender frowned, and he winced his eyes. It was at this moment that Yates walked onto the bridge of the Ulterior Motive. He began to approach Spender Spender: What the hell is he doing? Trust Operations Officer: Sir...I think he is searching for information on ODST Black Team. Spender looked at the officer and frowned. Spender: You don't say? Yates: Director Spender? What is going on? Spender: A UNSC Officer...Captaian Marcus Reynolds...he is trying to access files on both Nighthawk and Anaconda and ODST Black Team. I don't care for the former...but the latter is NONE of his business. Yates: I agree. Trust Operations Officer: Sir...should I terinate the active session that Captain Reynolds has with the ONI Information Net? Spender: Yes. In fact...don't just end his session...lock him out of the ONI Information Net until I give further notice. Trust Operations Officer: Yes sir. The Trust Operations Officer disconnected Reynolds, and locked him out. As The Officer did this, Spender looked at Yates. Spender: Mr. Yates... Yates: Sir? Spender: I want you to go to Captain Reynold's ship; The Mind's Attrition, and I want you to bring the Captain to see me...immediately. Yates: May I ask why, Sir? Spender: No. Yates sighed, and nodded. Yates: Very good sir. I will see to it immediately. Spender: I expected nothing less. You are dismissed. Yates nodded. He turned away, and left the bridge of The Ulterior Motive. Meanwhile: ODST Black Team was currently hiding inside of the evac point. Their exact location, however, was nothing short of brilliant. ODST Black Team was hiding in a series of vents that were situated above the evac point. They used the Warthogs as leverage to give themselves a boost up to reach the vents. The vents themselves were large enough to fit the typical human male. Their goal was to simply wait for Tye and the others to walk by, before dropping down, and simply gunning them down from behind. Each member of ODST Black Team was in a separate ventilation shaft, so as to spread themselves out...in case something went wrong. Meanwhile: Nighthawk and Anaconda found themselves under fire, once again, by The Risk Takers. This time, it was a trio instead of the quartet. Nighthawk and Anaconda found themselves with very little cover. However, only a few yards back, they had pass a three way junction. With no choice, they fell back, and took cover behind this corner. Nighthawk: It seems we have found ourselves in another predicament where we are forced into cover. Anaconda: We are in a predicament where we have enemies closing in on us from opposing sides. Nighthawk: So it seems. Nighthawk stopped to think. Nighthawk: How are your shields? Anaconda: They are down. I was hit a few times. Nothing serious...no blood. The armor soaked up the few bullets that grazed me. Nighthawk: I think they tried to shoot at me. I took cover behind you. SO...those few that grazed you...were intended for me. Thanks...for what it is worth. Anaconda simply growled. Nighthawk: Our options are becoming limited. Anaconda looked down the third corridor, where they had taken cover. Anaconda: What is down there? Nighthawk: Nothing much. The data centers. Environmental controls for the building. I think there is also a bathroom. Anaconda: Can any of that be useful? Nighthawk: Hmm...you know what...I think I have an idea. Come on...I will explain on the way. Nighthawk patted Anaconda's arm, signalling the Brute to follow. The duo began to fall back, down the third corridor, heading towards the environmental controls for the entire building.