<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/halofanon/images/f/f1/BSPARTAN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adelaine 'Addie' aka Shadow<br/><strong>Unit Type:</strong>Spartan  (Sierra six three six)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto....</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>The spartan ducked behind a wall as she traversed the terrain, spying yet another mixed group of jackels and grunts. Watching them for a bit, their movements were lazy, not at all in formation. They did not know anything was near by. Apparently no communications had been sent out on alert before she had taken the last bunch out. No need to let another group get by, and the rest of her company was still out there. She took a long, slow breath to center herself- glancing down the sight of her sniper rifle. Her HUD lit up, distracting her from the shot and it went wild. Damn...<br/><br/><em>Sierra six-three-six, sending you map grids. In a bit of trouble right now</em><br/><br/>She swore, seeing the hostiles scatter into cover when she hit a grunt inside of the jackel. Adelaine swore again, ducking as a shower of return fire peppered her hiding place. The 'tink tink tink' of a grenade lobbed in her direction made her execute a misjudged roll- finding herself far too open for her liking. Ignoring the call for her grids, she slid into another shadowed alcove- peering into her scope again.<br/><br/>'Crack.'<br/><br/>'Crack.'<br/><br/>Two grunts exploded, their methane tanks exploding and the wash of blue flames as a primmed sticky grenade was dropped from a grunt claw into their midst. Poor cover when the fire came from the inside. She laughed- a slightly maniacal sound. Another scattering of bodies, and she fired another shot.<br/><br/>'Crack.'<br/><br/>The jackel down, the rest of the grunts fled in terror with their guiding force dead. She was easily picking them off, enjoying the subtle crack of her weapon as it dealt deadly, swift accuracy in her hands. Her HUD lit up with another incoming communication and she paused to key the return information.<br/><br/><em>"Sierra six three six, this is Sierra zero one six one. Give me your SitRep soldier. Copy? Over."</em><br/><br/>She laughed, her voice breaking over their linked Comms.<strong>"Sierra zero one six one, you're alive. Good- thought I was the only out out here. Sierra six three six copies. Over."</strong>