[Naked Crook]

Anubis simply looked at Liam as he spoke. Anubis: We are here for The Brute. The Consultant wants him alive. Anubis paused. Anubis: He is still alive...right? It would be very bad for you if he was not. Meanwhile: Nighthawk's HUD was flashing. His HUD signifying that he had sustained a torso injury as a result of some of the Buckshot getting past his Kevlar. Nighthawk was breathing heavily. His body was aching, and his head was killing him, but he still had a bit of fuel in the tank. Nighthawk: Witty? Nah...no mire witty. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: I am very done with witty. I am going to try something else now. Nighthawk raised his foot, as he pushed off, charging at Emma, just as she began to cock her shotgun. Nighthawk grabbed a frag grenade off his belt and slid his thumb through the pin, as he deliberately projected a course of action at Emma, who was watching his every move. However, at the last second, Nighthawk went low, as he jumped to the side, slamming the grenade against Emma's magnetic strip on her thigh. Once Nighthawk hit the ground, he covered his head with his arms, as the grenade exploded, tossing Emma across the room, and dropping her to the ground in a smoking heap on the ground. Nighthawk coughed as he got back to his feet. He was a bit shaken from the blast, but no worse than he was before his stunt. He looked back at Emma, and saluted her. Nighthawk: The comeback was not witty...but I bet it hurt....right? Nighthawk simply turned, as he walked off. He only had one of his Magnums, and he was running low on Ammo. His other Magnum was in possession of Jessica...and he had every intention of getting it back. Nighthawk began to walk in the direction that Jessica had walked off in. As he walked, he grabbed his second to last clip, as he reloaded one of his Magnums. Nighthawk then reached into one of his pockets, as he pulled out a data chip. Nighthawk: HAWK...prepare a viral payload, and prepare to upload it to data chip 3. HAWK: Looking for anything specifically? Nighthawk: Something...malicious. I am looking to decommission a set of armor. HAWK: One Firmware flashing coming up. Just inform me when to begin the upload. Nighthawk nodded, as he caught up to Jessica, who was moving towards Xyrho and Desmond. Nighthawk broke out into a full sprint, holstering his Magnum, and holding the data chip in his hands. He ran right at Jessica and jumped right on her back. HAWK: Are you insane? Nighthawk didn't answer. He simply held on, as Jessica spun around to try and shake Nighthawk off. However, Nighthawk had his left arm wrapped around Jessica's throat, as he used his right hand to put the data chip into the back of her helmet. Nighthawk: HAWK! Now! Start a firmware flash! Erase this armors operating system! just as Nighthawk said this, he lost his grip, as he got thrown off and tossed closer to Desmond and Xyrho.. As Nighthawk lay on the ground, he saw Jessica turning to face him. Nighthawk drew his Magnum and aimed at Jessica, but he stopped. when HAWK game him new directions. HAWK: The Elite! Help The Elite! He is fighting The Risk Takers! The Spartan's armor is going to shut down any second. Help the Elite! Nighthawk turned his magnum on Desmond, as he began to fire, shooting Desmond in the back, emptying his entire clip. This gave Xyrho the chance he needed, as he drew an energy dagger from he left hand, and slammed it into Desmond's right leg. Xyrho then used this as Leverage to bring Desmond down to the ground. This gave Xyrho the chance to roll away, and recollect himself. As Xyrho moved away, he used his left hand to grab Nighthawk by the throat and lift him up, back to his feet, releasing him. Xyrho and Nighthawk exchanged a look, but Nighthawk was the one who broke the silence. Nighthawk: Xyrho...I take it? Xyrho nodded. Nighthawk nodded back, as he gave a brief wave Nighthawk: Hi...I'm Nighthawk. Meanwhile: ODST Black Team entered the ground floor, but just as they did, they saw Spartan F-137. Black 1: Son of a bitch...Black 4! Get this asshole! Black 1 pointed down a corrdor, for ODST Black team to find the rear exit of the Apex Applied Research Building. Black 1 laid down fire on Spartan F-137, as Black 4 took aim at the cieling right above the Spartan, firing off a rocket, hitting the roof, and dropping a large pile of debris on the Spartan. Black 1: Good call Black 4. Move it! Black 4 and Black 1 followed behind Jacob, and the other two members of ODST Black Team, as they moved through the corridor, looking for the rear exit. Just as ODST Black Team moved away, Tye burst through the door to the main lobby. He looked around, then saw Spartan F-137 under the debris. Tyber: Spartan...what happened?