N'Kulto felt his heart drop when he heard the humans exchange of words. He checked the status indicator on his HUD to make sure that his translator was working right. If it were, then the humans knew the worth of this device, and were using it as bait...bait he had taken. N'Kulto knew berating his own incompetence at not foreseeing this would have to wait, now all that mattered was that he make it out of here without being spotted by the two spartans. He knew he could return to the Oracle's library and call for his mentor, he would know what to do with the information, N'Kulto would leave it up to him.
"only five hours in and he was already tired, this was going to be a long night."
The hornet flew in low nearly scraping the texture off the rooftops as it flew. Lt. Simms sat at the controls accutely aware he could die today. The Office of Naval Intelligence or ONI had intercepted transmissions from a group of rebels who claimed to have a set of spartan armor and were reverse engineering it to create their own set of the armor. ONI had made it a top priority that it is to be determined whether or not the rebels did indeed have a set of armor, or if they knew they were being spied on and wanted to fluster the UNSC. Simms had been deployed to assess the status of the armor, recon any other enemy elements in the neighborhood such as anti-air weapons, stockpiles, or anything else that might hurt the UNSC soldiers if they attacked. As his HUD signaled that he was nearing his landing zone or LZ, Simms decelerated and brought the hornet to a neat and quiet stop on the roof. Simms recognized the area, at one time it had been part of a busy part of downtown of New Rio, the rail train had taken tourists,commuters, and anyone else to several locations all over the city. The area was now like a fortress, when the Covenant dogs had attacked, the city had been locked down into its segments in order to try and minimize damage done by the attrition from the covenant. After the war finished, there was still little power available to bring all sections of the city back online. This was one of those blocks, the rail station was situated in the center of the block with a small parking garage and machine shop at one end, and a large open pavilion at the other end. The machine shop and parking garage was full of rebels, as well as many in the station with loads stacked on pallets to be placed on the train when it came through. The pavilion however was sparsely occupied, with only two men one at his post on the two turrets directly in front of the station pointed towards the open area. The area itself was large enough a pelican could land unhindered, and it was apparent the rebels had drawn the same conclusion. Simms dropped off the rooftop and into the shadows of the hill facing the pavilion. He engaged in passive camo and slipped under one of the segments of the building behind him, he would wait for nightfall before trying to cross that portion of open ground. Simms fixed himself into position and let the rumble of the passing trains lull him into a light sleep.
Simms awoke with a start and saw that the day had begun to melt into night, the sunset had cast itself into the pavilion and directly into the eyes of the two gunners.
"The machine shop and parking garage was full of rebels, as well as many in the station with loads stacked on pallets to be placed on the train when it came through."
Without a moments hesitation Simms burst from cover and sprinted the distance from his previous hiding place and the decorative planters in the center of the pavilion. Just as the sun cast its final rays, he darted from cover and cut to a small alleyway next to the station before the rays could cast themselves upon him and light his passive camoflouge up like a christmas tree. Panting deeply he checked his chronometer, only five hours in and he was already tired, this was going to be a long night.
