"Man...it's too quiet." Private 589 commented to his friend beside him as they sat upon the floor in the building across the way of the garage. Pushing himself off of the wall, O'brian got to his feet and peeked out the window. "Not even a cricket out there."<br/><br/>"Private 589 get back into cover." a voice within O'brian's helmet told him. His eyes looked immediately toward the garage and sighed. Hesitantly, he obeyed the orders of his Sergeant and went to sit back down when he saw something coming from out of the garage. Standing back up, O'brian narrowed his eyes and watched as the movement from within came clear within his line of vision. Hitting his partner in the arm beside him, Private 589 said, "Dude, Spartan. Dude..."<br/><br/>The shorter male looked up to O'brian and then stood up to look out the window as well. They gawked as the gold and blue Spartan walked out of the garage and head away from the group. "What's he doin'?" Private 687 asked.<br/><br/>O'brian shrugged his shoulders and leaned out of the broken window. Bringing his hands up to cup around his mouth he was about to hollar after the Spartan when Jacobs's voice rang over his comms again in more urgency, "Get down...now!"<br/><br/>Backing up, O'brian held onto his ear piece and tripped over a loose piece of the ceiling upon the floor.<br/><br/>Turning around to face his fallen comrade, Private 687 walked toward O'brian. As he held out his hand to him, the assault rifle on the other arm dropped to the ground.<br/><br/>O'brian picked up the weapon and looked up to his partner, the smart smirk upon his face quickly faded as Private 687 dropped to his knees then fell beside O'brian face down, a hole in the back of his head. "Oh shii.." Private 589 began and got to his knees to hover over his friend for a moment before pushing a button for his comm. "Ryan's...Ryan is dead...those bastards got Ryan.."<br/><br/>Jacobs' voice came into his helmet. "Private 589, we know there are snipers in the area. You need to stay clear."<br/><br/>"Didn't you hear me!? They got Ryan! My friend is dead!" O'brian snapped back at his Sergeant.<br/><br/>Jacobs sighed to himself as he leaned against the wall. He wished he could give the private some better sympathy. Instead, he called for Shana.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Shana watched Gladiator as he hurried away from her and Hunter. Looking over her assault rifle she openned her mouth to make conversation to the black and red Spartan when her comm came to life.<br/><br/>"Shana, report. Where are you? We need your eyes."<br/><br/>Pressing onto her helmet she said, "This is private 1068689. I've made contact with spartans and have been given orders to keep post. There is an injured Spartan here that requires your assistance."<br/><br/>There was a pause before she recieved a reply. "Negative, I have another dead man and one other in a location I can't get to. Sniper is confirmed in the area. I need you to get rid of that sniper."<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip Shana looked to Hunter and asked, "How far do your comms go? Can you reach the other Spartan? Maybe he can take out that sniper."