Locke and Devrim led the forces behind enemy lines, ready to begin flanking the enemy. Edison must've noticed the pinging on his HUD. His ghost's acknowledgment light was spamming as it winked red; don't engage. Locke breathed, knowing full well that his robotic system didn't need the oxygen. "Red Team doesn't want us to flank?" Devrim asked with a crooked smile. Locke nodded. "Locke, get them out of here!" Edison yelled over the static of the coms. The radiation spike must be screwing with the connection. Locke keyed his coms, "Negative Red Team leader. Pingu, disable my coms please." Edison was probably repeating himself, but Locke wouldn't be hearing it at least. "So we're going against the book on this one?" Devrim said with relish, aiming his rifle at a target. Locke aimed his auto rifle as well, "Aye sir," he replied. Locke pulled the trigger, spraying the Fallen as they were oblivious of the flank. Loud gunshots surrounded Locke, he was unable to hear anyone yell over the gunfire if anyone was yelling. His gun stopped firing, he calmly hid behind cover in an awkward position as he unclipped his magazine, and started to reload. He felt so weak being confined to one place. He looked to Devrim Kay when he realized after the long continuous fire that he had run out. Devrim Kay caught his glance, and Locke held his gun up to show he had no more ammo. "Take this," he handed him a grenade. Locke perked up, explosives were where he shined best. He froze, remembering Pingu was carrying his grenade launcher. This was going to be risky, but he was a guardian. What could possibly go wrong? "Cover me!" Locke yelled as he slid under the gunfire, seeing the bullets above him ripping through the air. Pingu tailed behind him worriedly. "What is the plan?! Do we even have a plan?" "Of course I have one," Locke breathed. His HUD simulated a trail of the safest route drop right behind the enemy. All routes were red; there was no safe way to go on about this. "Give me my grenade launcher!" Pingu expanded, as the launcher appeared into existence. Locke grabbed it, he may not be a guardian anymore but his armor and metal body should allow him to not only tank a few bullets but this maneuver that even guardians wouldn't do. He aimed at the floor, and Pingu's acknowledgment light winked red; don't do it. I don't have a choice, he thought to himself. He jumped and shot at the floor. He hurriedly began to reload, ignoring the possibility of his HUD pinging about his injuries or his systems causing him to shut down. He would have to override the command if it came up. The explosion propelled him above the enemy, there was a smaller number of them then he had thought. The flank did more damage than he thought. Damn. But the enemy was grouped up, he could end this battle now. He pulled the pin from the grenade and landed on a Vandal, feeling its skull and brian crush under his feet. Blood spewed on onto his armor and the surrounding Fallen. Vandals immediately rushed him, and Dregs etched back in fear. He dropped the grenade at his feet, he would have 10 seconds before it would detonate. 1... Locke hit the nearest Vandal with his weapon, grabbing its sniper holding it hostage. 2... He cursed, if only he had a knife. He never thought he would wish to be a Hunter. 3... The Fallen opened fire, he used the Vandal as a shield 4... He slowly etched away from the grenade, shooting back hoping to bait the enemy to push him. 5... A captain jumped from a dropship, in front of Locke. 6... It tore the dead Vandal from his grasps, aimed its launcher on Locke's face 7... Locke ducked, he swept the captain off of its feet. 8... The 10 seconds felt like an eternity. He kicked the captain closer to the explosion and away from himself. 9... He aimed the grenade launcher and shot. The 10th second never came.