Wind whipped the red sand of Mars constantly changing the landscape around the Buried City. The buildings were long abandoned; sand bursting inside as if it was the cause of the buildings’ ruins. The Buried City had a different name long ago when mankind prospered on Mars but it was forgotten as only Guardians ever dared venture the barren landscape. Shadow peered through his mask zooming in on the distant Cabal lumbering around. After three days of watching, studying and analyzing their movements he discovered a pattern that would lead to the fireteam’s success in their attempt to access the buildings of the Buried City. “What’s the plan?” asked Raze, the fireteam’s Titan. He stood a good foot taller than Shadow, the team’s Hunter, but Shadow never felt inferior. Each part of the team was necessary and Raze needed to be a tank when the time came which made his size necessary while Shadow’s small size added to his speed. “The Legionnaires make rounds in groups of three. One Centurion for every six Legionnaires; one group passes by every five minutes. They see almost every patch of land surrounding the Buried City at any given time.” “So any form of stealth isn’t an option,” Raze said, his fists clenching tighter around his weapon in excitement. “Stealth is hardly ever an option when Titans come along.” Raze let out a hardy laugh and Shadow smiled underneath his mask. “Bolt,” said Shadow looking over at the Warlock lying on the sand dune. “Launch a spell to the east.” Bolt nodded. She hardly said anything. “Do we know what they are guarding?” asked Raze. “No,” replied Shadow. “But we are going to find out.” They boarded the Sparrows and took off north as Bolt launched a Solar Flare blowing up a few enemies in the east and causing the Cabal forces to scramble.