[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk: Believe me...I know. I have tangoed with that guy before. I don't know what he is, but there is no way he is normal. This guy has a pain threshold that seems to never end. My best hits against that guy were shrugged off time and again. Nighthawk shrugged. Nighthawk: And it is like...the next time you see him...he is perfectly healthy, while you are still hurting from the last time to fought him. I suspect that he is augmented in some way...perhaps he was a Spartan I. It would make no sense for him to be a Spartan II or III because...well...he would use the power armor as opposed to not using it. Whatever he is...he is a tough son of a gun. Tyber: Yeah, well...even the toughest "son of a guns" die all the same when you put a bullet between the eyes. Tye shrugged. Tyber: Whatever. For now, The Covenant is our chief concern. Let's get the business with Kolya out of the way, and focus on our impending doom at the hands of The Covenant. We have to figure out a way to either fortify our position and give the evac shuttles a chance to get the hell off this planet. Tye paused. He looked at Nighthawk. Tyber: And since your mentioned you have a ship in orbit...you could be very helpful in tell me exactly what I need to know about the movement of The Covenant Fleet, so I can find a window for these people. Nighthawk looked at Tye, and thought for a moment. Nighthawk: Checking for a window won't be hard. Getting them through will be. Anaconda: Despite what you might think...The Covenant is always aware of Human evacuation procedures. They keep a very close eye on your movements. The more Humans they kill...the better of a job they did. In fact, I would not doubt that part of the reason that The Covenant is rolling in here with such force, is to rush YOUR plans to evacuate, thus forcing you to take an opprotunity that, despite being too good to be true, would be too good to pass up, only to spring their trap and murder ever single one of the people you died trying to evacuate. The Covenant can be very malevolent like that. All they need is one Corvette to take down a fleet of evac shuttles. Tyber: SO what are you saying that these people are good as dead? Anaconda was about to say yes, but NIghthawk interjected. Nighthawk: No...what he is saying is that successfully evacuating these people will require creative thinking. Anaconda grunted. Nighthawk: Very creative thinking... Nighthawk then spun around in the chair he was sitting in, and looked out the front window at the Phantom that was landed nearby. Nighthawk: Does that Phantom still work? Meanwhile: Yates: Well...I will have you know that I have been having a bit of difficulty with some of our colleagues; namely...Vice-Admiral Harrison. He and I...do not see eye to eye. He refuses to cooperate with me on any level. Yates paused. Yates: I get the feeling that I would get a similar response from EVERYONE in his battle group...except for you, of curse. You see, Harrison can be very contemptuous of authoirty, hence, his dislike for me. However, I feel that you are...more tolerated than I am. Basically, what I am saying...is that I need someone to work and operate on my behalf to keep tabs on, and report on everything that goes on in Harrison's quaint little battle group. I need someone who will report to me on everything he does, every order he gives, every person he delegates with, ever piece of information that is passed between the brass, the specific instructions and movement of certain personnel on the planet...everything. I feel that you could do this better than I could. Yates paused. Yates: Are you interested?