[Naked Crook]

Black 1: Just make sure you keep that service up. If you start to slouch...your old friends just might bust a cap in your ass for treason. Black 1 began to laugh, as he turned around, walking over the broken glass on the ground. Black 1: But...enough chit chat. The UNSC is going to be here any minute...so we have to get ready to repel them. If The Risk Takers are moving that Terminal around...we MAY get stuck on Nighthawk and Anaconda duty. I want to be prepared for that. Black 1 paused. Black 1: Then again...we may need to evac Admiral Hoffman. Anything could happen at this point. Black 1 paused, as he used his VISR controls to contact all local Trust operatives. Black 1: All points...this is Black 1. I need a status update. That includes you Risk Takers. Where the hell are you guys? Meanwhile: As Nighthawk's warthog turned the corner, two Trust Warthogs had sped up and had taken chase behind Nighthawk. They both began to fire their chainguns, as Nighthawk swerved back and forth to avoid their fire. Nighthawk: Come on Big Guy...kill those bastards before they knock out a tail-light! Anaconda let out a loud howl that echoed through the city streets, as he adjusted the aim on his turret, and fired at the first Warthog, putting a round right the the Trust Warthog, destroying it on impact. Anaconda: One down! Anaconda fired the turret again, as he destroyed the second Trust Warthog. Much like the first, the Warthog exploded when the round from the Guass turret had impacted. Anaconda: Second hog down! Nighthawk began to laugh, but he immediately stopped, when he saw a Tank turning the corner a few blocks ahead. Nighthawk: Tank, tank, tank, tank, TANK! Nighthawk swerved the wheel to the left, as the tank fired off a round. Nighthawk's Warthog had dodged the shot, but the concussive force had caused the Warthog to start tipping to the left, as it was now driving on two wheels. The Warthog was starting to lose it's balance, as it continued to tip to the left. Nighthawk: We are tipping! Anaconda growled, as he began to lean of the right side of the Warthog, to try and act as a counter balance. SUre enough, the Warthog shifted back to the right, and all four tires were on the ground again. Nighthawk: Destroy that tank! Anaconda began to fire off the Turret, as quickly as he could, hitting the Trust Scorpion Tank about 4 times before the tank exploded. Anaconda let out a growl, as the tank went up in flames. Nighthawk: He just loves this. Tyber: I can tell. Just as Tye said this, however, NIghthawk slammed on the breaks. He watched as two more Tanks began to turn the corner, to replace the one that was destroyed. Tyber: Ohhh...fuck. Nighthawk scoffed. Nighthawk: Glove compartment...FAST! Nigfhthawk put the Warthog in reverse, as he turned around, looking behind him. As NIghthawk did this, Tye opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a target locator Tyber: A target locator? Nighthawk: Yeah...start aiming. Nighthawk began to reverse as fast as he could, while Tye leaned out the side of the hog, as he began to aim the target locator at the two Scorpion Tanks. Tye could see both Tanks turning their large turrets towards Nighthawk's Warthog. Nighthawk: HAWK! You better be ready up there! Nighthawk didn't get a response, but he could hear Tye counting numbers. Tyber: 60...70...80...90...100... The target locator beeped, and powered down. Tyber: Ummm...Nighthawk? Nighthawk: Hold on... Nighthawk continued to back up, as a large MAC round rained down from the sky, impacting the exact spot of the two Scorpion Tanks. The concussive force from the explosion, pushed the Warthog back even more. The Warthog jolted and rocked as Nighthawk struggled to keep control. However, Nighthawk slowly applied the breaks, and managed to get the Warthog to a stop. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he looked forward, as the sheer amount of destruction that was caused by The Venture Capitalist's MAC round. Tyber: Jesus Christ Nighthawk... Nighthawk: Hey...don't pin this on me. You were the one that started aiming the damn thing. Tyber: You told me to do it! Nighthawk: What the fuck did you THINK was going to happen when you aim a TARGET LOCATOR at something? Were you expecting localized thunder shows or something? Tyber: We were way too close to that! You could have gotten us killed. Nighthawk: Hey...we are still alive...that's what counts. Nighthawk turned around to face Anaconda. Nighthawk: Right? Anaconda laughed, as he tugged at his armor in his groin area. Anaconda: I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable at the moment. Get back to me in a few minutes once I get over how epic that was! Nighthawk turned around to face the front of the vehicle, as he let out a cough. Tyber: I...accidentally pictured that. Tye paused. Tyber: That's a little weird. Nighthawk: Yeah... Tye was silent for a moment, but the silence was broken, as he heard Cameron's tank pull up behind them. Tye then heard Cameron over the comm line. Cameron: Is there a problem Tye? Why are you guys stopped in the road? Tyber: No reason...just waiting for you guys to catch up. Cameron: Well...we should continue onwards towards our destination. Based on my sensor readout...we are really close. Tyber: Agreed. Tye looked over to Nighthawk. Tyber: Drive. Meanwhile: Xyrho nodded to Furium. He then looked at Vhat. Xyrho: What about you Vhat? Is there going to be a problem?