[Dark-F137]

"Damn!" Jesse said, slowly standing. "Thanks Commander. They nearly had my ass." Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city... A figure, seven feet tall, gazed upon the destruction of the city. It would be impossible to tell the figure's emotion behind the VISR, however, but it would be possible to tell that it had played a major part... "C'mon, Spartan! We gotta move up!" A Marine said, snapping him out of it. He nodded, readying his DMR. "Alright, thanks, we could use the cover." The Marine stated, nearly getting shot as the Trust forces tried desperately to keep them from the building.