<strong>Desmond "Sling" Rockwell<br/>Loc: Mall Emergency Medical Room, New York City, New York.</strong><br/><br/>Sling uncrossed his arms as Shana and Hunter prepared themselves for the rigors of the next few moments. Shana explaining what she was about to do, and Hunter nodding his consent, seeming to simply want to get the whole ordeal over with. He could empathize. As Shana worked to loosen the armor surrounding the Spartan's leg so that she could better work, Hunter asked if he should remove his armor. Shana shook her head, and told him they were already vulnerable, and that an unarmored Spartan would just make the situation worse if they had intruders. Desmond nodded his head in agreement "She's right, besides, I'm not exactly one hundred percent myself at the moment. Broken leg from that damned building falling on me" he said pointing to the injured leg and the Brute Gravity Hammer he was using as a crutch.<br/><br/>As Shana tried to work the leg into it's original position the ODST grimaced, he remembered that having been done to him by proper medical staff with numbing agents in his system. It still hurt like hell. He looked up and nodded as Shana asked him to stabilize Hunter's leg. "Sure thing doc" he hobbled over, leaning the alien weapon against a nearby counter before he put his full weight on Hunter's leg to keep it from moving unnecessarily. As Shana twisted, jerked and pushed the leg back into place, Sling was watching the metal beneath Hunter's clasping hand bend, and warp. When Shana was done, he whistled in awe of the Spartan's strength. It hadn't been the first time he'd seen a Spartan use it's great strength but, he was amazed every time.<br/><br/><em>"Thanks, you should create time travel and go back in time and show them how torture should have really been done, bloody hell"</em>Hunter said through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>Sling had to laugh at that. He slapped the Spartan good-naturedly on the shoulder and looked to Shana "Ha! I'm beginning to like this guy."<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><strong>Sierra 0161 "Gladiator"<br/>Loc: NYC Pier just off of the Washington Bridge, NYC, NY</strong><br/><br/><em>Valkyrie held out her hands "I'll carry him. You're better with a rifle than I am." She effortlessly hefted her fellow Spartan and fell in behind Gladiator, holding her MA-5K lightly in one hand. "We'll need to find a vehicle soon. We're sniper bait right now."</em><br/><br/>"Agreed" Gladiator said, his deep voice rumbling through the external speakers. He waved his arm forward, two fingers extended as he spotted a truck a little farther down the road "Let's check that truck." He fast walked over to the civilian vehicle and checked the door handle, it was locked. He took a step back and punched the window out, then unlocked the door, he half sat in the driver's seat as he tore out the under carriage of the steering wheel, exposing the vulnerable wiring. Spotting the wires that led to the ignition, he ripped them apart and began striking them together. A few seconds later the truck started up. He looked back at Valkyrie as she strode up to the truck, then caught a motion out of the corner of his eye. His DMR rifle immediately went up. A sudden roar from a nearby building caught his attention and he spun around to his left, just in time to see a Brute Chieftain in a two story building, fog up the glass in front of it and then shatter the glass as it jumped through, Gravity Hammer raised.<br/><br/>"Get clear!!!" Gladiator shouted as he pushed from the truck and rolled into a ready position. The ape-like alien flew through the air, reaching just short of the truck and smashed it's weapon through the cabin before jerking it up and out. It roared at him, spittle from it's mouth flying. Gladiator shot the thing in the face, the impact of the bullet bouncing harmlessly off it's shield but, knocking creature back a step. Gladiator ran forward and jumped up onto the ruined vehicle, and immediately sidestepped as the Brute's hammer came crashing down. He leapt from atop the remains of the truck and kicked the creature in it's gorilla like face as it struggled to get it's weapon free. It's grasp broken temporarily it stumbled backwards before backhanding him as he landed, knocking him through the window behind the blue and gold Spartan. Gladiator shook his head, shrugging off the blow and got back up just in time to see the Brute turn it's attention to Valkyrie. When Gladiator came out of the ruined window, the beast was already running for her and Patric. Gladiator ran to catch up, his legs pumping hard against the ground. He came up behind the charging Brute leader, jerking his head to the side as business end of the Gravity Hammer came dangerously close to hitting him as it ran. He punched the thing in the back of the head, making it stumble, then dropped to the ground but, not in time to dodge another backhanded swing of it's mighty arm.<br/><br/>Gladiator crashed against the already crumpled truck, caving in the trunk and half of the side of the unfortunate car. The impact sent him reeling. The enraged roar from the Brute helped to bring him back to his senses. Relying totally on instinct, he ducked, dodging a decapitating blow from the Chieftain's Gravity Hammer, the hammer's metal sparking as it grinded noisily against the metal of the truck. Gladiator's fist came up in a uppercut, slamming against the Brute's lower jaw, the blow propelled harder by the Spartan pushing with his legs, the blow raising the creature up on it's feet and into the air a few feet only to land with a loud crash on the concrete. Gladiator ran forward intent on finishing this fight but, he underestimated the Brute's speed, and ended up jumping to the side to dodge the creature's descending hammer blow. The ground cracked and caved in where the hammer struck, making Gladiator raise his black eyebrows in surprise within to confines of his helmet. The Brute charged him again, it's face screwed into a fiercesome snarl, roaring as it came, it's thick leathery feet thudding against the ground. Gladiator's stance widened a bit as he prepared a plasma grenade and primed it. He waited until the alien was in striking distance before jumping to the side and, throwing the grenade as the creature passed by. Rolling on the ground and coming up in a crouch, he felt, more than saw, the grenade detonate, taking down the alien's shield. Gladiator was on the move again, his armored feet thudding against the ground as his legs pumped hard to carry him to his target. He rushed upon the staggered Chieftain drawing his combat knife as he barreled into it and knocked it flat against the ground, then finishe,d it off as he plunged his blade into it's exposed neck, severing the artery.<br/><br/>The Spartan rested against the Brute's corpse for a moment, then slowly raised to his feet "now<em>that</em>was a workout" he said to Valkyrie as he tried to regain his breath. He turned around hearing the sounds of a Brute patrol's howls, then raised his DMR and prepared to re-engage the enemy. Something though caught his eye, and he quickly glanced at it. He hadn't noticed it when he'd been knocked through the window, but, the building he'd been knocked into was a two story parking garage, and there was a Warthog parked in it at the end of the driveway. He pointed to the all terrain vehicle "Go! Go! Go!" he shouted as he started towards it, while keeping the Brute patrol in his sight. Walking backwards to the 'hog seemed to take forever, as Gladiator fired upon the Brute patrol, killing two Brutes and sending the other two scrambling for cover, buying them precious seconds. He helped Valkyrie place Patric in the passenger seat and then rushed to man the gun in the back of the Warthog as he pointed to Valkyrie and said "drive".