[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Black Team had waited a few moments for the fighting to cool down. When they could no longer hear the gun fire, and the only thing they could hear was the sound of the ODST's checking in on one another, BLack Team knew that they could now make their move, and catch this team of ODSTs off guard. Black 1 gave a look to his entire team, and simply nodded. Black 1 raised his hand, and gave a gesture for Black Team to move forward. The other members of Black Team nodded, and did as ordered, with Black 2 taking point. Black Team moved in on Inferno Squads flank, their boots not even making any noise as they moved in. As soon as Black Team had Inferno Squad in their iron-sights, Black Team opened fire, without a single word or a single hesitation. Much like they had done to Whiskey Squad, Inferno Squad was cut down, having never seen the faces of their killers. Black 2 approached the leader of Inferno squad, and knelt down next to him. Black 2 grabbed the team leader's PDA, and began to read the orders. Black 2: Inferno Squad. These guys were going to strap explosives on the main Shield battery. Black 1: Which explosives? Black 4 spoke up from behind Black 1 and Black 2. Black 4: These ones! Black 1 turned and looked at Black 4. Black 1: Time to repurposes those explosives men. Black 4...switch them to proximity detonation. Arm them. LEave them here. I guarentee you, a bunch of hungry Brutes are going to smell this blood, and coming looking for a snack. Let's make sure that their final meal is exploding with flavor. Black 1 order Black 2 and Black 3 to move out, while Black 4 armed the explosives to proximity detonation. This process only took Black 4 a few moments. Once he was done, he set the explosives to a 30 second delayed activation, and rejoined the rest of Black Team which had moved on. Black 1: Where to next? Black 2: Strike Team Granite is the next closest team. They are heading for the main weapon control system. Once again, we are dealing with more explosives. We should hurry. They may be the closest, but they are still far off, and I have no idea how much we will be delayed with firefights. Black 1 nodded, as he took point, and broke out into a full sprint. Meanwhile: Nighthawk was with Jacob in the vantage point. He looked through his scope at the incoming Wraith. He saw they were closing fast. Nighthawk: HAWK...are you seeing this? HAWK: I am... Nighthawk paused, as he adjusted his sights. Nighthawk: HAWK...I need you to release the weapon lockout on the M500. I have armor in my sights, and I need to fire. HAWK: Stand by... Nighthawk waited a moment. It did not take long for a small light on the side of the rifle to go from red to green. HAWK: I still recommend a full diagnostic on the fire mechanism before shooting. This weapon has not been test fired yet...and simulations can only tell us so much. Nighthawk: Override...skip the diagnostic. Calculate trajectory, speed, and distance, and get me a lock on the closest Wraith. HAWK: Calculating...target locked... NIghthawk began to squeeze the trigger, but he stopped when HAWK interrupted. HAWK: If the recoil dampners are malfunctioning...you could break your arm... Nighthawk sighed. Nighthawk: Noted... Nighthawk then squeeze the handle and the grip of the M500, and pulled the trigger down. A loud blast was heard, which echoed through the streets, bouncing off the walls of the buildings, as a large payload was fired from the rifle, impacting the first Wraith right in its cockpit, cutting right through the entire chassis, and causing the Wraith to explode into a ball of blue plasma. Nighthawk grinned behind his helmet, as the Mass Driver audibly loaded the next shell into the chamber. Nighthawk: Wraith number 1 is down... Meanwhile: Tye was defending one of the side streets. He was under fire from a few smaller squads of Grunts and Jackals. He and the Marines he was with managed to make very short work, as they were moving in such a way to be more like cannon fodder than actual threats. However, Tye had to stop for a moment when he heard the echo from Nighthawk's Mass Driver go off. Tye ducked back behind cover, and started to reload. Tyber: What the hell was that?