<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/>Locking onto the coordinates she was given for Private Fry, she set a closing distance and considered her next action. She peeked out from behind her cover, watching the few stray grunts run off in a fit of 'save me' terror with their stubby arms waving back and forth above their helmet covered heads. Addie took aim, beading on one of the little bugger when it died with a shriek and toppled to the ground. She blinked behind the blank face plate, recognizing the crack of a UNSC issued weapon. Pivoting, she scoped the last runner and watched it too slump to the ground as its life was extinguished.<br/><br/>Hunkering down, she crept through the rubble- stepping over a bent street sign that read<em>Broadway</em>and<em>Worth</em>. The irony caught her in a silent laugh. This is a show alright- a damn mess. Whoever it was had not hailed her on her general UNSC Comms, but they should not be too hard to find. She had a direction at the very least. The heavy boots of her Spartan III armor carried her a few feet more in her silence advancement when she heard a voice call out.<br/><br/><em>"Anyone still alive here?"</em><br/><br/>Another Spartan? The city was just crawling with them this mission. Making a quick sweep of the street, Adelaine slide into her cover and keyed her intercom to respond.<strong>"Still alive. Thanks for the clean up, Spartan. Find anyone else?"</strong>