<em><strong>Location:</strong> 1st street and Harvard avanue. Ten minutes after drop.<br/>Only minutes away from the ensuing force of Covenant...</em><br/><br/>ODST Gunnery Sergeant "Sling" woke with a splitting headache, every muscle felt it had been pricked with thousands of needles. The ODST sighed "Ow. Well, that was a graceful landing" he muttered underneath his breath as he took in the familiar surroundings of his drop pod. He was honestly relieved that he was still inside and in one peice after the drop. He recalled the drop perfectly. Everything had been going according to schedule when suddenly someone had called out<em>"Everybody prepare yourselves for emergency crash landings!! This bitch is jumping out!!"</em>That was when everything went to hell. Just before something had hit his pod he'd seen another pod get vaporized or dissapear into the slipspace rupture. He wasn't sure which. Then something had hit his pod, sending him spinning out of control. The G-forces had taken over then, pulling the pod down to the earth. He'd rode it out though and never lost consciousness. It was only when his Pod had bounced off the edge of one building, then slammed against another that he'd lost consciousness, the impact had ripped him from the straps on his seat and slammed him against the hatch. He flipped on his Nightvision and laughed. He was currently suspended 30 feet from the street below in the side of a building, a hotel by the looks of it. His pod was stuck side-ways, like a great reinforced steel rock in the side of a wall of a steel canyon.<br/><br/>Sling checked his armory of weapons, his M6D Magnums, M6G's as well as his Maulers had fallen to the "floor", though his unpowered plasma sword was still in it's place. He heard the growls and barks of near by Brutes and smiled as he continued to gather his weapons and holster them. A few seconds later a common Brute soldier came into position, he popped the hatch, letting it fall. The hatch tore free from it's housing and smashed right in front of the Brute, causing it to dive for safetly. Then the others opened fire. Sling grunted and pulled himself on top of the pod and ran for the side of the buillding and jumped just as the pod tore from it's nook and fell to the ground, splattering a group of careless Grunts and slamming into a Brute that had gotte too close, killing them instantly. Sling crashed through a window and into the safety of what had once been a ritzy hotel room. The ODST got up and shook his head, then raised his M6D Magnum complete with a scope and moved to the door. "Time to find me some Covenant to kill" he said in a whisper meant only for himself.<br/><br/><em>A few blocks away from ODST Gunny Seargent Sling's position...</em><br/><br/>Gladiator spun his sniper rifle primed and trained on Hunter, Spartan 435, as he joined them on the roof. The Spartan relaxed a moment later when he saw it was a friendly "Glad you could make it Hunter" he said giving the Spartan a tumbs up. Suddenly the sounds of weapon fire drew the blue and gold Spartan back to the edge of the roof. He looked through the Sniper Rifle's scope and grunted.<br/><br/>"Great, half of them are converging on a hotel a few blocks away and the other half are coming here" Gladiator said turning to face his make-shift squad.