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Tye looked at Jacob He knew, without Jacob saying anything more, that they were, in fact, surrounded.
Tyber: Yeah...I know Jacob. Blood-thirsty and crazy Brutes on either side of us. Very little room to run. However, there is only one direction that I will even entertain the prospect of going in...and it is NOT back towards the Infirmary.
Tye continued to move forward.
Tyber: If there are Brutes in our way, blocking our direct path to the evac point, we just gotta run by them.
Cameron: Sir...if need be...I can give you the time you need to get by without any difficulty. I can distract those Brutes.
Tyber: Alright, Cam, move up.
Cameron: Yes sir!
Cameron moved ahead of the group, walking about 10 yards in front of them, ready to take any offensive action Dangerus' Brutes could throw at him.
Meanwhile:
Anaconda roared at Savanna, Desmond, and Lyle as they fired at him. However, as he did, Nighthawk, jumped over the counter, with a grenade in hand, and tossed it down the corridor, right at the feet of the three Spartans.
Nighthawk: Take cover!
Nighthawk and Anaconda took cover on either sides of the door to the Infirmary, as the grenade went off, draining the shields of all four of the Spartans, and knocking them back.
Anaconda was breathing heavily, snarling and growling between each breath he took.
Nighthawk: Who the hell are these bastards?
Anaconda didn't answer. He simply continued on with making his animalistic sounds.
Nighthawk: Nevermind...forget I asked.
Nighthawk turned the corner again, and began to fire off his Shotgun at the four Spartans. Nighthawk scored several direct hits on the less armored portions of these Spartans, but they gave no sign of slowing. Nighthawk, however, was forced to retreat behind his cover when they had recomposed themselves and resumed firing.
Nighthawk: This position is very weak...and I doubt anyone is going to come and save us.
Nighthawk had to stop and think for a moment. He needed to find a way out of this situation. He looked over at Anaconda, who had just turned the corner to lay down suppressive fire on Liam, and his fellow Spartans. It was then that he had an idea.
Nighthawk: HEy...I think I have an idea to get us out of this...but it will require a bit of guile...and your utmost cooperation.
Anaconda fell back behind cover, and looked at Nighthawk. He simply let out a grunt.
Nighthawk: First...I need you to chill...and relax...and let me handle this. Can you do that?
Anaconda nodded.
Anaconda: I can do that...but not for long.
Nighthawk: That is exactly what I wanted to hear big guy.
Nighthawk took a deep breath, and then sighed. He then began to shout, so that Liam and the others could hear him.
Nighthawk: HOLD YOUR FIRE!
Meanwhile:
Black 1 and Black 4 saw Dangerus running at them. The two ODSTs simply exchanged looks, and nodded. They both ran at Dangerus. Black 1 intentionally raised his Automag and started to fire, getting Dangerus' attention in the process.
It was at this moment, however, that Black 4 ran ahead, and jumped right on Dangerus' chest, such that he was hanging off of Dangerus. Black 4 used his left hand to grab the back of Dangerus' neck to give himself some leverage, as Black 4 used his right hand to grab a smoke bomb off his belt. Black 4 flicked the pin off the smoke grenade, and without a second thought, Black 4 took the smoke grenade, and stuck it right inside of Dangerus' mouth.
Black 4: Chew on that...I dare you!
Black 4 released his grip, fell to the ground, and moved to the side, to avoid being hit by Dangerus.
Black 1: Black 4...move back! Get away!
Black 4 complied, as he stepped back, with as much haste as he could muster. Black 1 said this, he pulled a flash bang from his belt, and tossed it right at Dangerus' face. The force of impact caused the flash bang to prematurely go off.
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