Complete darkness answered his call; the strange sensation of teleportation was still rolling in his large stomach. The large elite considered sitting down quickly and retching the last consumed meal all over the holy floor in whence he had teleported inside. But he had a duty to fulfil; he was here to grab the inscribed coordinates and leave before anything discovered his presence.

The Harbinger stood up slowly from his crouched position, his armour was still completely intact as was the energy reaper that had been issued in his back holster. He was inside a large silver hall with simple forerunner symbols and blue lights; there were no living or forerunner creatures in the entire massive corridor.

The forerunner structure was clearly inside the interior of the Installation 03 as it was still breathable to the elite; many of the Halo's the Storm covenant had encountered did not contain any oxygen for them to breath. This specific halo had been documented to have a highly toxic mesosphere with a volcanic terrain.

Suddenly two golden promethean Guardian's appeared in front of the Storm official in a symmetrical explosion of yellow light. They squawked to each other slowly, the helmet slits opening slightly and revealing golden loose matter. Finally they scoped out the area and then turned back, gesturing to a large door to the right with their massive blades on their left arms.

The Harbinger walked up and entered the strange hallway on the right; letting it withdraw horizontally and revealing the holy room ahead. Three small flying objects passed through the new room, they glanced towards the new intruder critically with their small triangular trio of arms and head. The sentinels opened their arms slowly at the elite before they realised the two Guardians were standing and defending him. Therefore the small forerunner devices decided to continue their menial tasks and leave the new creatures to their own fate.

The Harbinger continued walking, ignoring the devices that hovered around and staring intently at the doors that entered into the holy library and temple. As he reached the large doors, he could hear voices on the other side. 'Human voices' emanated from the outside of the door, revealing the simple prey to the massive black elite.

He pulled out his energy reaper quickly, activating the harsh energy symmetrical blades into a massive replica halfway between an axe and a scythe.

Meanwhile
They all stood around the memorial centre, bowing their heads in memory of their fallen team-mate together. His body lay in a large burial procession, surrounded by the living ODST's who had come to pay their final respects before parting ways.

Robert walked with the sergeant named "Grey White" before he changed direction and started to speak to 'Thresher' the sniper of the squad, also the ODST who had been brutally attacked by the raging Spartan IV down in the battle.

"You sure you're ok Thresher?" He spoke solemnly, letting his genuine care for the sniper to slip past his guard and enter his tone. They both entered the armoury bay where the ODST's usually got suited up before a mission.

The ODST sniper nodded simply, removing his large silver visor from his head and placing it down in the large locker bay door. Robert could tell he was still shaking and acting nervous after he had been assaulted by such a powerful and angry force. His chest had been bruised heavily due to the rampaging Spartan IV; and he knew that the sniper wouldn't be here if he personally hadn't stepped in the way and defended him.

"Listen Thresher, I know you don't want to talk but what happened wasn't your fault? That Spartan was a freak accident gone wrong, and I'm going to make sure he won't even look at you again."

Robert left the room, glancing at his nervous and badly broken team-mate as he started walking towards the private quarters that belonged to the blue Spartan IV.

He crossed pass a small squad of marines swiftly, entering the final ventilation corridor that led straight to Gabriel's private room and current location. The corridor was very dark; it was if the lights refused to work around such a dangerous and demented individual.
The ODST swallowed his fear, walking though the darkness with a solemn promise and vengeful heart; the only thing he could hear was the steady thumping of the Red Dusk's engines.

Everything else had been quenched.

Robert took a deep breath as he saw the large doors that led to the Spartan's private quarters; he noticed that they were created for something a lot taller than the normal human being, bulkier as well.

And then he walked inside, one hand on his belt and the other one firmly grasped on his UNSC class Magnum.