<em>"Sierra three three four. All Covenant forces have been taken care of on this floor according to my readings. What's your situation? Over."</em><br/><br/>"One level below your position. Status is cleared. I am ascending the northern stair now. Repeat; I am ascending the northern stair now," Patric says into his comms unit as he checks the mag in his battle rifle. Still fresh, no signs of any future jams; Clean mag. He heard the faint sound of a sniper's rifle being fired nearby, then a tumble followed by more noises. Someone had joined them it seemed.<br/><br/>The pack on his back picked up the female Spartan's transmission with ease, the voice oddly flirtatious for a Spartan; Spartans weren't just a group, no single Spartan was just in the team, they were a brother or sister, nothing changed that. Was this person really a Spartan? It didn't seem likely, but he would wait until he saw this person with his own eyes.<br/><br/>Reaching the top of the stair Patric entered the top floor and surveyed the carnage, taking stock of the situation and his surroundings, his gaze at first sweeping over the two Spartans and Marine before finally coming back and resting on them. An interesting group it seemed. This would be Patric's family for now. Maybe.<br/><br/>"Spartan three-three-four, UNSC, Rank and Serial number classified. What is this mission's current objective?" Patric inquires, leaving little room for dalliances. As a Spartan the mission would be accomplished one way or the other with minimal Human casualties if at all possible and at any cost to him personally.