[Hells Sniper]

Harrison nodded. Harrison: Commander, if they are willing to meet with me. I will be on the ground in order to do that. Harrison paused. Harrison: In any case, Commander. Focus on getting the situation down there set up. According to my knowledge, Captain Frost is still down there. Regroup with her and the other senior staff, get me a sitrep. Good luck. Harrison out. With that Harrison cut the line and turned to his bridge crew. Harrison: Someone get me a sitrep on the repairs. VI: Admiral! I am getting a distress signal from Fireteam Harmony. They have crashed inside the city of Carver and are requesting immediate evac. Three severely wounded soldiers. Harrison nodded. Harrison: Get them on the line. VI: Already on, sir. Harrison: Fireteam Harmony, this is Admiral Harrison. I need your coordinates if you want an evac. Meanwhile: Jacob was sitting against the wall, his helmet off his head. He saw Carmicle and Troy were already taking Limos back to the medical area, and trying to get in contact with the medical field HQ to check in on Colby. Jacob looked at Tye. Jacob: Whenever you're ready Commander. Marines are locking down the area, perimeter is securing all across the spaceport and we already have civvies in the air. Plus... Jacob pointed with his free hand at the various pelicans landing in the clearings. Jacob: Harrison sent us an early Christmas gift. Across the cover, Athios was sitting on some sand bags, near him the Cross siblings and Folee were sitting there. Folee: He got what he wanted... Athios looked upwards. Athios: What was that Sergeant? Folee looked up, slightly smiling. Folee: Honor under the sword. Paul scoffed at the statement. Paul: A literal too literal if you ask me. Athios stood uwpards, he wouldn't hear any more of it. Athios: Folee, collect his tags. The rest of us, get back to the spaceport. Rearm, form up, get some grub. The crew nodded and all dispersed, leaving Athios on the sandbags, alone. Meanwhile inside the destroyed city of Carver: Furium had ran quite a distance from the perimeter when he finally decided to stop and turn around. In front of him, he could see the destruction of the city. When he sniffed the air, he smelt burnt rubble, flesh, and just death. Every brute that was in battle with him was surely dead. It was his fault, he had been too distracted by the tiny human and traitorous brute. He looked at the Venture Capitalist hovering above the city. Furium growled heavily. He would have to report the failure to Dangerus himself. He stood straight and immediately contacted Dangerus. Furium: Chieftain...I bear news. Dangerus answered a few seconds later. Dangerus: I hope it is good news, Chieftain Furium. Furium sighed. Dangerus: I already know what that means, return to the ship with any remaining forces. Furium was about to speak about the destruction, but decided against it. He simply agreed. Furium: I will...do that, my Chieftain. Dangerus grunted. Dangerus: Good. With that, the line was cut almost instantly. Furium sighed as heard something crawl behind him. It was a lonely grunt, a survivor of the bombardment running through the rubble. Furium growled as the grunt ran towards him. He lifted the grunt into the air and then snarled, ripping the methane tank off of his back. The grunt began to squeal and die of deprivation of his precious methane. Furium: There are no survivors... Furium growled and turned around, heading to any Covenant position.