Crow was sitting atop one of the ruined buildings with his new sniper after being dropped off by Cayde-6 since his ship wasn't ready yet. "You'd think the fallen would learn to stay away from the patrol beacons by now." Crow said as he fired a shot into the head of a dreg trying to steal the beacon. When the bullet hit, the head of the dreg was blown completely away and a large bunch of strands white escaped from his head. Crow pulled the bolt back and an empty, smoking shell flew out. "Well they aren't the smartest." Ghost said, telecommunicating from the ship. "Or the best smelling." Crow said as he fired another shot at a vandal. He noticed a warlock searching the corpse of a vandal. "I hate warlocks." Crow said. "Aw come on you've only been here not even a week, don't be too quick to judge." Ghost said. "They preach about how they're soooo smart. All they are good for is getting books read and space magic." Crow said. The warlock didn't notice a group of vandals sneaking up behind him. "Fucking idiot." Crow said as he rapidly popped three of the four heads off. "Time for the finale." Crow said as he threw a knife with all his might and watching it fall through the air and hit the Dreg in the head. The warlock turned around and looked around at the aftermath. He looked up and saw the glimmer of Crow's scope and when he zoomed in with his visor saw nothing but what the rifle looked like because Crow had wrapped his cloak around him. Crow scoffed when he noticed this. The warlock waved at him and Crow got up and walked away. He jumped off the building and went to a different area.

He positioned himself on one of the rock overhangs and sat in the snow. He looked over the moth yards and watched for any fallen activity near the beacons or any in particular. He saw a few fallen patrols hanging out inside the rusted carcasses of the cargo planes. He took out a few and that sent them running. After a while of shooting he had run out of ammo and he had to return to the tower. "Hey Cayde I need pick up." He spoke though his comms. "Alright sending the ship." Cayde replied before signing off. After a short time, his ship had arrived and Crow was taken back to the tower. He visited the gunsmith, Banshee-44 who was also an exo like Cayde. "I need some ammo Banshee." Crow said. After paying the price in glimmer Banshee gave him the ammo and said "You should get a better gun." "Oh yeah what price." Crow said. "I'm not selling it. I'm saying you go out and get one." Banshee said. "From where?" Crow asked. "Go take care of that baron Ikora's been needing care off. You'll need a fireteam though." Banshee said. "I'd rather not." Crow said before leaving. For the past two days he had been working his ass off trying to get a housing in the tower but it didn't come cheap. He was at least a thousand away. He went to the hanger where Amanda was almost done with his ship. "Should have it done tomorrow guardian." Amanda said. "Crow." Crow said. "Alright Crow. Since you ain't got the cockpit to stay in tonight you'll need a room. You can share mine for the night." Amanda said. "Holliday that's nice and all but if I can have the cockpit I'll just sleep underneath against the landing gear." Crow said. "Name's Amanda and no buts Crow, you're sleeping in my room. You'll get the couch." Amanda said. "Fine. Lead the way." Crow said holstering the sniper on his back. Amanda led him to the elevator that took them a few floors down into the tower and they walked down a hallway for a few minutes. "How far away is this place?" Crow asked. "You'd be surprised how many guardians live here." Amanda said as she put her keys into her door and pushed it open. She flicked on the lights and Crow was surprised it was more homey than he would have thought. "Nice place." Crow said as he put the sniper down, leaning against the couch. "Yeah I try my best. Your transmission joint compressor valve is over there on the table." She said gesturing towards the metal mess on the table. "Well I'm turning in for the night. Seeya in the morning Crow." She said entering what Crow thought was her bedroom. He took off his helmet and set it on the table. His slight scruff was along his jaw. His hair was long and black and was naturally un-poofy. He plopped down on the couch and laid down and slowly fell asleep.