<br/><em>"I get my orders from my Sergeant...Objective: Find Spartans. Objective: Complete. My squad is not far from here. How many of you are there?"</em><br/><br/>Gladiator sighed, it seemed she and her squad were simply sent to find out what had happened to his team, which was reassuring in a way. It meant Command knew that something was up, probably mostly due to the sudden disappearance of the Covenant Cruiser they were after, and then having no response from their Spartans was another clue. The blue and gold armored Spartan's face fell to grief as Hunter listed his injuries. He remembered his fallen comrades then, and bowed his head in respect and grief. Gunnery Sergeant Desmond "Sling" Rockwell. Lance. Siren. Raven. All good men. They'd lost three Spartans and a hell of an ODST in one foul swoop. All it took was two Covenant Wraith Tanks. It all came rushing back in that moment. Memory of their passing flooded his senses and brought tears to his eyes but, he couldn't allow himself to give into his grief just yet. First they had to survive tonight and then accomplish the mission, whatever that was now, and they still had the Communication Jammers to destroy. With some effort he pushed the memory away. It wasn't easy in the least, not this time. He remembered every Spartan he'd ever fought beside, a staggering number of which were killed in action. Now, he had more to add to that list. When you witnessed something like that, the memory just didn't fade. Not for him anyway. The pain faded...eventually but, never the memory.<br/><br/>Gathering his wits Gladiator finally looked up at the small tracker "There were seven of us originally, six Spartans and a ODST. We lost four members of our party, the ODST included. Now there's just me and Hunter. Our third member is missing, we don't know his condition, or his situation" he said simply, his voice taking on a cold edge, the grief was obviously still there but, he was obviously trying to suppress it and move on. It was harder than it sounded. Just then he looked up at Hunter, wondering just how he'd gotten himself back into the Wraith Tank in his condition. "Hunter, how the hell did you get back into that thing in your condition? Didn't I carry you out so you could rest?" Gladiator said genuinely curious and changing the subject. He hoped this change of subject would lighten the mood, for everyone's sake.