Hunter watched silently as the banshee burned and then before he knew it he was being helped out of the tank by Gladiator, pain wracking his body to the point of him feeling like he was going to pass out again. He managed to hold on though and he was soon seated on the ground, propped up against the wall he dared to take his helmet off, revealing a battered and scarred face that had stubble across the chin and upper lip, short cropped black hair and blue eyes.<br/><br/>"That was one hell of a long day, one of the longest I've had for a while"<br/><br/>He coughed and grimaced as his body was wracked with spasms and he was engulfed in agony once again.<br/><br/>"Ow"<br/><br/>He was seeing stars but he held onto consciousness as much as possible.<br/><br/>"I think it could be the medical bay for me when we get back to base, I aren't fighting fit that is for sure"<br/><br/>He looked over to Gladiator and Patric<br/><br/>"What is the plan for the morning? We don't have a clue what the hell we are here for other than the jammers, why would the Covenant jump inside a city like NYC and leave some guys behind?"