Jacobs nodded his head to the Spartan and motioned to his team to follow the giant into the building. He looked back and observed the garage a final time before following Smith in through the blackened door. The smell of burnt carcass tickled his nose hairs in an unpleasant way. Rubbing a finger against his nostrils, Jacobs ignored the urge to cough and instead cleared his throat. Loosing another cadet wasn't something that the sergeant was happy about, but he felt slightly relieved.  Jacobs cursed himself for such an emotion. It was selfish and inconsiderate. He was better than that...he will become better than that. He looked to O'brian and couldn't help, but think slightly negative.<em>..if I can survive this private..if I can make him better..I can become a better leader to my troops..</em>he thought.<br/><br/>Offering the young marine a smile he placed his hand upon the privates back and urged him down the cables. "I have your back, private." Jacobs told O'brian.<em>..I will make you better...</em><br/><br/>The lanky soldier grinned back and gave his sergeant a light pat upon his arm. "Thanks Sarg." He said and looked to Hunter. Nodding to the super soldier, O'brian reached for the cable and slid his way down the shaft. Not realizing just what Jacobs had in mind for him.<br/><br/>After getting the nod off from Jacobs, Smith placed his rifle upon his back and reached for the cable. Hesitating, his brown eyes glanced back. Releasing the elevators cord, the private pulled his rifle off his back and aimed it toward the broken glass windows near the staircase. "Enemy sighted!" he exclaimed, pushing the safety off of his gun. He waited for a command or the enemy to make the first move.<br/><br/>Whipping around, Jacobs pulled forth his own gun, but before he could make an order a grenade came at them.  "Grenade!" was all he could muster as he dived to his left. Smith instinctively dived to the right.<br/><br/>"There he is!" a grunt squealed, his grubby finger pointing to Hunter. His covenant buddies rushing into the building, an elite growled seeing his grenade had missed the mark, hitting the floor between the marines instead of on them.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Shana looked down upon the ODST in silence to his words. Her eyes stared into his a moment before backing away from him to start the scan of his body. She said nothing to his attempt to make her feel better, as the machine's light ran over the man's body, the marine instead changed the subject and reported, " Your shin is broke inward and your knee has been chipped. Did you get stepped on? Any more pressure on that leg we'd have internal bleeding, or even a compound fracture...I have no sanitation to pull out that shard, but I can push the shin back into place with bio-foam and numb your knee. Even with these quick fixes it is not recommended you stand on it based on higher risk of that shard causing more damage."<br/><br/>The woman looked around the room, placing a hand upon the knife on her shoulder. There were no medical equipment to help with this injury. Cabinet's empty, there were no bottles of alcohol, not even a damned lighter. Taking her hand away from her knife, she left it in its sheath on her shoulder armor and walked back to the ODST. "If you carry a flask or lighter, now is the time to hand it over before I pump the last of this can into your leg." she told him.