Scott remained where he was as Alastor shot the three Crawlers, watching them implode with a sickening splatter. He waited until the two Spartans had moved on ahead before bringing up the rear and, once more, keeping any attempted ambushes at bay. He didn't feel as though he were needed though, what with the Spartans covering each other like a trained pair.<br/><br/>As the trio neared where they had left the Warthog, Scott found himself being replaced as driver. Swinging into the passenger seat, he kept his sniper rifle on his lap, ready for action as John manned the turret. He had been trained as a team, therefore, this should be no problem. But the teams had almost always left him either with a partner, or on his own. Not with three. He had had a feeling something like this would happen, Alastor being a Spartan after all but he still felt a pang of jealousy. Keeping this to himself, he focused on their surroundings instead.