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York coughed as the dust billowed and engulfed the field more from habit than discomfort.

"Delta," he coughed, "map."

"Acknowledged," and his HUD lit up with green outlines of the hidden structures, altered to account for the toppled tower. "Map is estimated 92% accurate."

York keyed up the volume in his headset and followed Tex's footsteps.

Tex followed the red path Omega lit on her HUD. It lead her to the far corner of the arena, over the fallen tower towards the teleporters. She felt Omega take manual control when they entered the next building, and he pushed aside fallen support beams and barrels. He reached into the small pocket they had formed and she felt their fingers wrap around something. He pulled out what he had been looking for: a string of fragment grenades.

Tex had no memory of them, but sharing a mind went both ways. She probed into Omega's memory banks and discovered it was Agent Nebraska's stash from their original attempt to steal the Alpha AI. They had all agreed to set up emergency weapon stores in case they were cornered, and Omega had taken this file from Omicron.

"What are you doing?" Tex asked aloud.

"Turning the tide," Omega responded and ran right, taking themselves and York deeper into the city. Tex fought against it, but when Omega wanted control, he took it. She only slowed his movements while Omega led York into the heart of the village. Unable to see York anymore, Omega turned on the motion activated radar.

"York, don't-" Tex tried to warn him, but Omega jammed the signal.

On the other side of the field, that was enough. York and Delta recognized the panic in her voice. They weren't fighting a friend anymore; they were up against Omega, and he could get real mean. York slowed his pace and softened his steps. He may not have been invisible, but the impromptu smoke screen had covered his armor in a thick layer of dust. He blended perfectly with his surroundings. As an extra measure, he turned on the motion activated radar. He knew Omega must have by now.

"Wyoming, we've got a problem," he said over the helmet radio. Static hissed back. "Wyoming? Gamma?" Omega had jammed all their radios.

Messing with wireless signals was a specialty of his, but this was pushing the limit. Tex started to lower their weapon, but he quickly raised and locked the armor into position. Wasn't modern technology wonderful? You could trap a soldier in her own armor. He watched patiently as York approached him, coming down between two buildings. Good cover, but little place to run. Omega grabbed one of the grenades, pulled the pin and cocked back his arm.

"Fool…"

"Run!" Tex screamed as loud as she could through the helmet. She regained only enough control to throw off Omega's trajectory. The grenade veered right and exploded in midair, tearing apart the building to York's left. Shrapnel flew in all directions, and York collapsed.

After finally achieving his objective, Omega relinquished control. Tex ripped off her helmet and ran to York's side, horrified at what she saw. Most of York's visor was gone, and blood gushed from wounds up and down his side.

"Oh, god…" Tex said, and shouted over the radio, "Wyoming!"

"I'm already on my way down," he replied. He had seen the explosion. "What in blazes is going on down there?"

Tex gingerly removed York's helmet. Her breathing became more rapid as she started to panic. She had never meant to hurt him. "Call medical!"

"Bloody hell…" Wyoming slowed and stared when he saw the spectacle, as shocked as Tex. He turned and asked her, "What did you do?"

"I'll explain later, just call medical!"

"They won't get here fast enough." He reached down; they each shouldered York and ran for the base.