"Wait until things hit the fan," Lunamaria said with a laugh, as Alastor dropped off the platform and jogged up the floor of the crevice, freeruning in spots to get through quicker as he approached the entrance to the crevice, "Thats when he really gets going."<br/><br/>"Alright, lock it down." He said as he exited the crevice to find pieces of what he recognized as dead Promethean crawlers, "Must have just missed the Spartan, he's been through here recently."<br/><br/>He found the Gauss Warthog that Lunamaria had mentioned, flipped over by what appeared to be bad driving or it being left that way. Grabbing a hold, he righted it and made sure it still worked. It was a hidden talent of his that he was mechanically inclined where vehicles were concerned. Not something he put out when he was cross-trained as a medic and demolitions expert. He was satisfied to discover the warthog was in perfect condition despite the plasma scoring and char marks on the body.<br/><br/>"It looks good, you're driving," He said as he jumped onto the Gauss turret on the back, "Just don't get up killed, okay, Scott?"