[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Tye had left the briefing when everyone was dismissed by Admiral Harrison. He was currently sitting in one of the medical stations that had been set up. He was sitting, and waiting, for someone to get around to see him about his injury. He didn't mind waiting, as there were people in much worse shape than he was, that needed the attention. However, after a few minutes, one of the field medics came around to see him. Medic: I'm sorry for the delay sir...we have had our hands full with the amount of injuries. Tyber: Don't worry about it son. I am in no real danger here. Medic: We received an order to get you looked after a few moments ago. I am guessing you will be needed on the front lines...so we will get you looked after. The medic saw the knife in Tye's arm. Medic: How did this happen? Tyber: Someone threw it at me. Medic: I see... The medic continued to examine Tye's arm. Medic: Whoever threw this...threw this with a lot of force. That is really in there. Typically, Knives do not penetrated every layer of armor, and the skin, right down to the hilt. Tyber: You don't say? As the Medic continued to examine Tye, Jennifer approached Tye, and looked at him. Jennifer: How are you doing? Tyber: Not bad..getting a second opinion on the Knife deal. Jennifer: That STILL has not been removed? Tyber: They only got around to me now. Jennifer sighed. She excused the Medic. The Medic stepped aside. Tyber: What are you doing? Jennifer: I'm going to remove it, and I am going to do it right now. Jennifer grabbed the hilt of the throwing knife. She gave it a slight tug. Tye winced his eyes in response. Jennifer: Are you alright? Tyber: Yeah...I'm fine...I can just feel it rubbing against the bone when you do that... Jennifer: I see. Well...do me a favor... Tyber: What it is? Jennifer: Don't bite your tongue... Tyber: Why? Just as Tye said this, Jennifer pulled the knife right out of his arm with one strong pull. Tyber: Ahhh...Damn it! Jennifer: No reason...I just wanted your mind to wander. Tyber: Yeah...well...you could of warned me... Just as Tye said this, Jennifer injected his wound with bio-foam. Tyber: Damn it...Jennifer! Stop it! Jennifer: Brisk...isn't it? Tyber: No, it isn't! Jennifer: Well...you're done anyway. On your feet. I'm clearing you for duty. Go get em' Tiger. Tyber: Yeah...thanks. Tye paused. Tyber: You have a terrible bedside manner! Jennifer: Well...typically my patients are gassed, knocked out, and I can see their brains. I don't usually have to put up with the chatter of my patients. Tyber: Yeah...that is a GREAT excuse. Tye sighed. Tyber: Well...thanks for the help. I appreciate it. Jennifer nodded in reply. She paused for a moment, and waited. Jennifer: So...are you heading off to Carver with the others? Tyber: Yeah...Harrison deployed a shitload of us out to Carver to evac and secure civilians. The Covenant is not there in full force yet. Jennifer: I am sure you guys will be fighting the smaller battles for the first little while. Typically...The Covenant sends in smaller kill packs to scout an area. No doubt...Grunts, Jackals...perhaps an Elite or two. Tyber: They are putting their foot in the water to see how hot it is. Jennifer: An apt metaphor. That is exactly what they are doing. They are, no doubt, going to asses the strength of what we can muster in Carver. Jennifer turned and walked away. She walked out of the medical station, and walked outside. Tye, grabbing his Helmet, and putting it under his arm, followed her. Once outside, Jennifer looked off into the distance, and could see White Water. Jennifer: White Water was the Crown Jewel of San Angeles. Now...it looks like a fire pit. In roughly a day...they destroyed everything. Look at all the smoke coming from those ruins. In that small area of this planet...the sun has been totally blotted out. Tyber: It is tough to look at. However...I have come to learn one thing in this war; victories are bitter, and defeats are devastating. I have never felt good after a battle with The Covenant. There has always been a sense of guilt, a sense of faliure. Even when we drive them back, or defeat them...what do we have left? You can have some military bureaucrat pinning a star on your chest, saying "Well done old boy, you made us proud"...but...all you have to do...is look around...and see that everything that you knew was just utterly destroyed...and reduced to debris, dust, and rubble. Tye paused. Tyber: In the end of the day...the only thing that keeps me going...is the persistent search for the answer for the most difficult of all questions... Tye paused. Jennifer: What question is that? Tyber: How many of these Alien motherfuckers can I fit into hell? I really hope there is no limit. Jennifer didn't respond. She simply remained silent. The two continued to look at White Water City, as the smoked bellowed upwards. After a few moments, however, Cameron approached the two. Cameron: Commander? Tye looked over at Cameron. Tyber: Yes, Cam? Cameron: We should get underway. Everyone is gearing up to make their way to Carver. I have taken the liberty of securing us a vehicle. May I also recommend that, before you leave, you restock on ammo. Tyber: Good idea Cam. Tye looked back at Jennifer. Tyber: Stay safe. I'll be back. Jennifer: Make sure that you do come back. If you didn't...well...who would I exchange barbs with? Tye shrugged. He put his helmet back on, and secured it to his armor. Jennifer then looked at Cameron. Jennifer: You too Cam...stay safe out there. Cameron: I am never safe out there...however...it is safer for others when I am out there. Jennifer: Well put. Jennifer saluted. Tye and Cameron saluted back. Jennifer: Alright Gentlemen...go show those Covenant bastards how The UNSC's finest gets the job done. Tyber: With pleasure. Tye and Cameron turned away. They proceeded to walk away, heading towards where everyone has gathered to prepare for the upcoming deployment to Carver. Meanwhile: Black 1 looked at Liam. He nodded. Black 1: We were not going to use it anyway. All it would do is lead us into the arms of a bunch of pissed off UNSC soldiers who we tried to kill. Black 1 paused. Black 1: We signaled for The Ulterior Motive to pick us up, using one of our Stealth Pelicans. We are going to do a silent evac, report back to the Ulterior Motive, debrief Director Spender, and then prep for redeployment. Black 2 chimed in. Black 2: Our evac will be here in two minutes...waiting for us at the breach, in the southern quadrant of UNSC Regional HQ Bravo. We need to move! Black 1 nodded. He looked at The Risk Takers, and saw that they were ready to move. Black 1: Alright...lets go. Black Team, readied their weapons, and took point. Black 1, lead both Black Team, and The Risk Takers through the corridors, leading them back up to the Inner Atrium. Black 1 then led them towards the southern quadrant of UNSC Regional HQ Bravo. The Massive breach in the buildings wall was very obvious. Black 2: Go...through the breach! We are to wait outside. Black 1 nodded, as he led everyone outside, via the large breach in the wall. As both teams exited Regional HQ Bravo, they could make visual confirmation that two Stealth Pelican;s were on their way to pick them up. Unlike Typical Pelicans, these Pelicans were plated in a black material, as opposed to the standard military olive. The plating was fundamentally similar to the plating used on Prowlers, such that, the plating was able to reflect scanning attempts and other forms of radar detection. As the Pelicans got close, they both landed, and opened their reach hatches. ODST Black Team and The Risk Takers split up, with both teams taking a separate Pelican. Once both teams were loaded up, the Pelicans sealed their reach hatches, and lifted off. Both Pelicans proceeded to make their way back to The Ulterior Motive.