[Dark-F137]

The SPARTAN sighed, exasperatedly as his shields recharged. "Enemy ODSTs." He said plainly, grunting as he pushed the debris off of himself, deactivating his VISR as to make eye contact with his Commander. He glanced toward Jesse, who had just now stopped trying to suppress a laugh. "I'm guessing you were chasing those fools?" The armored man asked, bending over and grabbing his knife. "Because if you weren't, there isn't a reason they should be running. Speaking of which..." He pointed at the corridor which Black team ran down. "They went that way. Do you require assistance, commander?"