Wriggling the fingers of his right hand, Patric looked at the now purple colored glove covering it. He had just punched straight through an Elite's back, the hand easily ripping through the armor and flesh to come out the alien's chest. He had been shocked and had stumbled, nearly stoppling over the now limp body of the Elite.<br/><br/>The mechanical attachments were working out well, though it seemed  bit too well. Thinking about it brought up an automatic diagnostics table, showing that his armored glove had tiny prongs connecting to receptors in his hand. He didn't fully get it, that wasn't his area. What he did understand was that the connection allowed his mechanical extras to perform at higher levels.<br/><br/>Pulling his arm back, Patric let the Elite he had already forgotten fall to the floor. Shaking his arm slightly, getting some of the blood off his arm, he shifted the duffel bag on his back then started forward. He had just arrived at the fifth floor, killing the few stragglers he had come across. He had checked the back entrance but had found no covenant presence. Either they weren't smart enough to come through the back or they had already beat him to the punch.<br/><br/>The faint rumble of an explosion, the light shake of the building and then the very faint reports of a battle above caused Patric to pick up the pace, moving a whole floor up before the other Spartan reported engagement. "Am nearly there," was his response as he kicked an unsuspecting Brute in the back with his left leg, barely pausing long enough when hearing the alien's spine snap, he quickly reached the stairs to the seventh floor before the Brute sprawled on the floor.<br/><br/>This floor had a couple of grunts trying to nap rather than fight. It was a simply task dispatching them. Heading up to the eighth floor, he found his path empty, quickly ascending to the ninth. Choosing to  switch stair wells for each floor paid off, if he had just continued up from the bottom he would have run right into the group of covenant he now stood behind in the stairwell.<br/><br/>There were a number of bodies laying around the door, laying in such a way, only a fall down the stairs made sense, the  fact that some had burn or explosion marks added that  a rocket had been involved. grasping one of the quickly dwindling number of 'bags o' grenades' from his belt and tossed it forward, shooting it as it entered the mass of covenant, killing some and scattering the rest. He had previously switched out his Battle Rifle with his shotgun and now used it to dispatch several grunts and two jackals, pinning the majority of the other covenant as he took cover in a cubicle.<br/><br/>"Spartan zero-one-six-one, use your grenades and get down here, we'll flush 'em out."