Avoin ran through several empty corridors, rooms, and different constructs within the complex, all completely vacant other than the varying corpses of humans, flood, and the bullet casings their battles left behind. Behind him, an ever persistent Spartan-III who was about to meet his end. Running through the armory, Avoin grabbed two items; a Cloak, and an M45 CAWS, loading it to the full and placing 36 extra shells on his person.
Taking off out the armory, he could hear Sarsykian closing in behind him. Avoin emerged into the open courtyard they first made contact in, the ODST drop pods still there, the bodies of his former allies, however, were all gone. Infected and carried off by the flood when they were released by the UNSC, accidentally.
Avoin crept between the three, activating his active camouflage, sitting in wait for the unsuspecting victim.
Sarsykian emerged into the courtyard, checking his corners, and observing the rest straight after, his MA5B pulled to his shoulder, trigger ready to be pulled at any moment's' notice. Slowly, he began walking towards the pods, scanning the railings above him, the open space, the catwalk around the structure.. Shaking his head, he groaned, looking back to the pods. How did it all go so wrong so fast? And what the fuck were insurrectionists doing with the Flood?
Questions for another time. Sarsykian walked by the pods slowly. Curious, he stopped, peering inside Maddock's pod, stepping halfway into it. Inside, an un-used SRS 99C Anti-Materiel rifle. Slinging his MA5B onto his back, he picked up the weapon. All he could hear was the sound of him picking it up, the click of it detaching from the magnetic coupler that kept it seated. The shard of glass, crushed behind him. Sarsykian suddenly perked up, swinging around to face a distorted mess of light. Without delay, he fired the SRS 99C into the wavy mass, but whatever it was, it fired back at the same time, launching Sarsykian into the pod, and whatever uncloaked; back into a wall near the edge of the courtyard.
A second CORRUPTER_ message rocked the Brigadier "Hammerfist", Schwarz staring at the alert in sheer shock. The Commanding Officer; Captain Fordwell, glared with some fear at the message, exchanging glances with a lesser officer; an Lt. Junior Grade, who came up to aid the Captain in calls for reinforcements.