PFC Fry weighed his options and came to the conclusion that they all sucked.<em>Who am I kidding, all my options have sucked since this fiasco began,</em>the combat tech thought as he listened to the enemy moving closer to where he was laying.<em>I can lay here and die when they find me, or I can fight and die and maybe, just maybe I might survive.</em>He doubted it. Survival seemed out of his reach. It was then that PFC Matt Fry made an important decision.<br/><br/><em>I'm not going out like a bitch.</em><br/><br/>Grabbing the butt of the weapon that was sticking out of the pile of rubble in front of him, Matt turned to find a couple of grunts present themselves at close range. His movement had surprised the Covenant foot soldiers, who jumped back and raised their weapons. Both died in a stream of lead from the rifle that Fry had procured. Matt scrambled to his feet, reeled in pain as his side began to ache something fierce then stumbled through the rubble towards the rear of the building. Along the way he picked up some supplies that had scattered like detritus when the crazed ODST had been killed. Two energy bars, an extra clip for the rifle and a small battered medkit were what he walked away with, but Fry was grateful nonetheless.<br/><br/>He loped out of the building, stopped to catch his breath then continued moving away from the area as quickly as his unsteady feet could carry him. Eventually Fry came to a set of stairs that led downward to an old subway platform. The subway transportation system had long been shut down but some of the areas had been converted to museums or restaurants. The combat tech didn't care what the building was, all he knew was that it offered some protection. A rumbling noise interrupted his thoughts and Fry looked up to see a Wraith tank moving around the corner of a building farther down the street. The Covenant hadn't seen him yet and Fry made another crucial decision.<br/><br/><em>I'm not going out like an idiot.</em><br/><br/>Scrambling down the steps, the marine descended into the darkness. He used the tactical light on the rifle to make his way to what turned out to be a cigar shop and a restaurant. Fry limped through the cigar shop and grabbed a handful of Cohibas, which he stuffed in his pocket, before entering the restaurant and sliding to the floor behind the bar. Turning the light toward his side, the marine was able to inspect his wound for the first time. The ODST's bullet had hit his body armor and been deflected but had managed to cut a channel along his hip which was oozing blood. Opening the medkit, Fry extracted a small canister of antiseptic biofoam and sprayed it along the wound.<br/><br/>"Gnnaahh!" the marine grunted before grabbing a bottle from the bar and taking a long swig to help alleviate the pain that coursed through his hip and thigh. The foam immediately sealed the wound but the antiseptic burned like the Devil. After some of the discomfort subsided, Matt opened one of the energy bars and began to eat, washing it down with some booze. It wasn't regulation but Fry had already decided that regulations were a luxury he couldn't afford.