After approximately a minute and thirty seconds of free-fall, Delaware activated her pod chute, bracing for the sudden deceleration jolt as she did so. But what surprised her was when it didn't come. She pulled the switch again. Nothing. Clearly, the switch had failed. But she knew if she didn't decelerate, then the impact would kill her. A timer flashed on the screen. How long till she hit the ground.

2:15.

With the ground quickly approaching, she had to act fast. She knew where the wires for the chute release were. She ripped off a panel and pulled out two wires. She sheared off some of the wire's covering with one of her knives, and started bringing them together, generating sparks. The timer flashed again.

1:30.

'Come on, come on,' Delaware whispered impatiently, bringing the wires together over and over again. It wasn't working. She silently swore, and wished she had picked up a re-entry pack before getting into the pod. At least that wouldn't kill her upon impact.

She kept bringing the wires together, until her fingers were burning hot, even from inside the undersuit. She didn't give up, and kept sparking them, glancing at the timer as she did so.

0:45.

Delaware knew she had to act fast. She looked back to the wires, and realized she was doing it wrong: she needed to keep the wires touching for the circuit to be completed, then, she needed to pull the lever. Delaware grabbed some medical tape from the medical kit that was kept in the pod, tore some off, wrapped it around the touching wires, and pulled the lever.

The chute activated. At the same time, the braking thrusters fired, the force jolting Delaware and nearly whiplashing her. Soon, she hit the ground. The hatch blew open silently: clearly a modification on that pod. Delaware grabbed her weapons and took a hard look at her surroundings, stretching her neck as she did so.

She was near the door of one of the hangars for the Vultures. All she had to do was slip in, though it seemed unlikely that the Insurrectionist occupiers wouldn't notice a huge door sliding open. Delaware kept looking for an entrance.

Looking up, she remembered that Sabres required a vertical launch when in gravity, so the roofs would be open. Holstering her silenced SMG, she placed her left hand on the wall beneath the landing. Hoping that the prototype magnets would hold the weight of her armour, she placed her other hand higher up on the wall. Then, locking her feet against the wall, she began to climb like a spider.

However, climbing a wall is no easy feat, especially when you're wearing armour that weighs as much as a human. For Delaware, it was particularly, as she didn't have the brute strength of Maine or the finesse of Carolina.

'If…I…ever meet…whoever designed…this…armour…I will…freaking…stab them.' Delaware strained. Every time she took her hand or foot off, her muscles screamed in pain. Delaware kept ignoring it, focusing on completing her objective. She knew that whatever the Insurrection could throw at her, the pain that would be inflicted on her wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as what she was experiencing currently.

Eventually, Delaware got to the edge of the roof. She stopped at the edge, grabbed the railing, and pulled herself up, expecting to see soldiers waiting for her. But luckily, no-one was there. Clearly, the Innies hadn't been expecting an infiltration from here. Looking down, she saw what appeared to be a launch pad, and a docked Sabre. Running silently, Delaware made her way to where the nearest indoor support framework was located.

Grabbing the scaffolding, she slowly climbed down to the concrete brace, using the scaffolding like a ladder. While climbing down, she saw a circle of light nearby, like a searchlight. Fear gripped her like an iron glove; if it illuminated her, she would be screwed. Delaware let go of the scaffolding, hoping her armour wouldn't cause the brace to collapse, as she had only descended halfway. Luckily, it didn't.

She dropped down to the gangway below, her armour making a soft clang as she landed. She expected the Insurrectionists to be guarding the launch pad, but it seemed clear that they hadn't been expecting an infiltration via the roof. Arriving at the door to the main area, she pulled out a spoofer and stuck it against the door, waiting for it to bypass the code and force the door open.

The door silently slid open, but an Insurrectionist was guarding the way out. Luckily for Delaware, his back was facing her. Silently, she slid one of her treasured knives out of the sheath on her greave, preparing to slice through the traitorous soldier's spine. She stepped forward, hoping that her armour wouldn't make a noise. She raised the knife, and buried it deep into the soldier's back. Delaware twisted the knife, and ripped it out. The guard crumpled into Delaware's arms, a look of surprise and pain on his face. She placed his dead body in the corner of the doorframe, hoping that the shadows would conceal him from view.

Delaware flicked the blood off her knife and then slid it back into her sheath. Placing her hand on the doorframe, she climbed her way to the ceiling, which easily hid her presence, as there were no lights there. She crawled towards the nearest door, in the southeast corner of the room, according to her built-in radar. Hopefully, the magnets wouldn't fail. As she crawled, she couldn't help, but listen to the Innies talking below.

'You hear about Patillo? Poor bastard managed to find the one room where the plasma engines were being tested. Managed to get out, but his beard's gone.'

'Damn. Poor Jack.'

'I know. He won't stop crying about it. The guy loved that beard. Refused to shave it.

As she crawled above the guards, she resisted the temptation to drop and engage them in combat. Delaware had a mission, she had to complete it. She continued to the southeast corner, hoping she wouldn't set off a sprinkler or something. It was hard to see in the dark ceiling of the room. After some strained crawling, she made it to the control room door. Spinning around, she dropped silently to the ground.

Placing a spoofer on the door leading to the turret control room, Delaware hid in the shadows and waited for the door to open. When the door did open, she prepared to slip in, only to discover that the room was under guard by two rogue ODSTs. Delaware would have to quietly eliminate them. Sliding her knives out of her sheathes once again, she held them in an icepick grip, and slowly walked towards the ODSTs. Raising her knives, ready to slice into the soldier's backs, they turned and caught sight of her.

The one on the left, a soldier with a capsule emblazoned on his chestplate, swung a fist into Delaware's stomach. She doubled over, winded and gasping. Her knives slid from her grasp and fell to the ground. The other ODST, one with scratches across his armor and a falcon adorned on his pauldron snatched them up and held one at her neck, the other at her side. Delaware thrust herself forward, tackling both of them and sending them flying into the consoles on the other side and stunning them. She dashed for the turret controls, and started reprogramming the turrets.

However, unbeknownst to Delaware, the ODSTs quickly recovered, and were on her in a flash. The ODST with the pill decal, pinned her arms behind her back, the other cancelled the reprogramming. The door slid open once again, and soldiers poured into the room, aiming their rifles at Delaware. Even if she engaged the soldiers, she'd soon be overwhelmed. She had no choice, but to surrender. She followed two soldiers, her hands resting above her head. The rest of Trident Squad would be here soon. Idaho would know what to do.