<div align="center">(http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o180/ashia_starstreak/1j.jpg)</div><br/><br/>As the spartan began to react to Shana's actions, she froze and watched him a moment. Reaching up to her helmet, the marine turned off her flashlight and turned on her night vision. "Hey big guy, so glad you could join me.  I was beginning to think you took the easy way out and left me to rot. What's your status? Any new injuries since our fall?" she asked the giant and looked around the room.<br/><br/><br/>The place was thrashed. Broken glass scattered the area, the impact having shattered the mirrors around the room. The elevator doors busted, unable to close. The ceiling was bowing inward making the marine slightly nervous. It made no creaks or groans, but the sight was enough to make one believe it was on the verge of collapsing. The button panel and its monitor showed no sign of life, the light that should have been glowing was nothing more than a darkened area.<br/><br/><br/>"Come on, we gotta get you outta here." Shana said looking back to Hunter. Picking up his helmet, she set it in his lap and rose to her feet. Walking to the railing, Shana placed a boot firmly onto the wall and gripped the bar tightly. With all her might she heaved and tugged on the object. Failing..she took a moment to breath. She took in the air slowly, her head throbbed as if it had its own heartbeat. Regripping the rail, Shana pushed with her foot and pulled with her arms until she was able to place her other foot onto the wall as well. Grunting and groaning she tried, "Rrrr cooome on you stupiiid thiiing." she grumbled at it. Suddenly there was a pop and the woman fell to the ground as the bar lost it's hold onto the wall. With a plop and a cling, the marine held her tail bone a moment, her eyes darting to the ceiling in a panic.<br/><br/><br/>The roof did not move, it did not creak. Sighing obnoxiously, Shana sat up and stared at the bar at her feet. "I'm getting too old for this shit.." She whispered and stood up. Bending over, Shana picked up the bar and walked to the ajar elevator doors. The marine wedged the railing into the space between the door and surface. She made sure it was stuck in its angle before hopping up to the end of the bar and dangled. Jerking her body in downward motions she forced the door to open more. Feeling it was big enough to get the spartan through, Shana released herself and landed back down. The door immediately slid back to its original place.<br/><br/><br/>The woman gawked at the door in disbelief. "Oh you some beach." she commented shaking her head. Shaking a finger at the door she smiled crookedly. "Think yer clever do ya? I'll show you.." Moving back to the railing she pushed it forward and leaned it against the other door. She flexed her fingers, her knuckles stung reminding her of her encounter with the metal cabinet not so long ago. Jumping up once more, Shana jerked downward and lodged the pipe securely in place, pushing back both doors a few inches. Droping to the ground, the marin dusted off her gloved hands in approval. She waited for the doors to move again, but they remained still.<br/><br/><br/>"That's what I thought..okay you ready to go Spartan? There's a nice comfy bed on the other side of this here door." She tempted the giant as she walked over to him. The bed she had spotted didn't look all that inviting, however, it might've been better than the cold concrete.<br/><br/><br/>*****<br/><br/><br/>"Jeeze Sarg, that stings..like a thousand fire ants just crawled into my flesh!" O'brian exagerrated over the irritation he felt as Jacobs properly bandaged up his wound from last night.<br/><br/>"Oh I'm sorry princess, guess I forgot to tell ya it would sting." the sergeant commented shaking his head slightly as he placed the biofoam can back into his chest pocket. He looked over the plasma shoulder wound a moment longer before covering it up with an ace bandage. Jacobs was convinced the injury was no big deal and that no one would have guessed he had told a private to dress it earlier.<br/><br/>The lanky private looked over Jacobs a moment before batting his eyelashes. "Am I a pretty princess?" he joked. If the sergeant was going to call him a princess why not play the part?<br/><br/>Jacobs wasn't sure how to react to that question. His eyebrow rose, his lips parted slightly. Shaking his head he pushed the young soldier away and moved passed him. "Yer just about the ugliest I've seen yet. Count your ammo and reload, we're moving out." he said and looked down at the dead private upon the floor. The gaping hole was the only thing Jacobs could make out from the back of the head. It wasn't a friendly sight, but Jacobs was thankful to the Spartans that took down the snipers so he could get to O'brian. Though now he wondered just where they were off to in such a hurry.<br/><br/>"Ouch..Sarg yer so mean to me. I might just switch platoons." O'brian remarked with a fake sniffle. He rubbed his shoulder, the biofoam had made it numb now and he felt like he had been cured. Though even he knew, the effects were temporary.<br/><br/>Picking up the assault rifle, Jacobs checked the ammo count and handed it to O'brian. "Oh I'm sure Michaels would love to have you in his platoon.." he commented and began walking toward the stairs. He wanted to get a move on before any more covenant showed up. Shana sounded strange over the last comm call and he just had to find out what was up and if the injured Spartan was okay.<br/><br/>O'brian fell in beside the coward and the other male private as they all began to follow the sergeant. "Wait...isn't Michaels the bad-tempered one?" he asked looking to the two beside him. The male private had raised eyebrows and an expresion that suggested O'brian was crazy to have not known that as he nodded his head.<br/><br/>"Oh damn, did I say mean? I meant yer too good to me Sarg." O'brian said as he inspected the assault rifle that was given to him before he hurried up to walk beside his leader.<br/><br/>Jacobs only shook his head. He didn't know much about Michaels himself, but had heard a rumor or two about the other sergeant. If Jacobs had to say anything about the man, it would be that he was antagonistic and they had very different ideas on how to run a platoon.<br/>