<br/>Gladiator rewound the video and paused it when the girl was in a clearer frame. His eyes scanned her body looking for anything that might have said "Innie" to his instincts but, nothing was triggered. She looked like any other civilian to him but, that didn't necessarily mean anything. Insurrectionists were trained to blend in, and disappear. Since most of them didn't have the funding or the weaponry that the UNSC had, they had to rely on hard hitting Gorilla warfare tactics, and unfortunately it worked pretty well. Something didn't sit right with this girl though. How was she able to get into a military bunker? As far as he knew they had encryptions and security measures that were pretty near unhackable. Not that that seemed to matter much to the Covenant AI's. Gladiator sighed, computer hacking and security programming was all well above his head, he preferred more substantial security measures. Like a man with a gun "Could be" Gladiator said in reply to Valkyrie's question "we'll only know that if we catch up to her though but, that'll have to wait. Like you said, we have a man down and he needs medical attention, and we also have a Spartan and a Marine that need to link up with ..."<br/><br/><em><strong>"Spartans! Over here! This is Lieutenant Joseph Garrison from the 123rd infantry, we could use your help clearing out some Covenant squatters if you've got the time"</strong></em>the voice of a young man broke over the Comms interrupting Gladiator. The Spartan looked over to where an Army officer was waving at them from the next block over. "Is there any place the Covenant isn't?" Gladiator muttered into his mic before looking at the back of Vlakyrie's helmet and then looking to Patric, still unconscious in the passenger side seat, as he tried to decide what to do from here. Both himself and Valkyrie could fight but, Patric was in bad condition, and Gladiator didn't like the idea of going into combat with such a vulnerable comrade. Could they hide him somewhere until the action was over with? He began looking for just such a place when his thoughts were interrupted again.<br/><br/><strong>"This is Spartan six three six, I'm closing on Private Fry's location, and may have come across some more friendlies. Over."</strong>came the curt reply from Spartan 636.<br/><br/>"Rodger that 636. Link up with them and then shift it towards our location as quick as you reasonably can. We have a man down that needs medical attention ASAP. We're going to help a group of Army grunts defend some civvies near our location, then we'll be heading your way. Over." Gladiator responded eyeing a covered dumpster and jumping off the turret station, the Warthog bouncing as his heavy frame hit the street feet first. He walked over to Patric and gently lifted him out of the 'hog "this is no place for a soldier but, you should be safe here until the fighting's done with. Shouldn't take long" he said to the other Spartan's unconscious form as he gently placed him inside the dumpster and closed the heavy lid.<br/><br/>He fast walked back to the Warthog and pointed in the direction of the Army grunts "Let's go rescue some civvies."