“There’s nothing we could have done! That Centurion came out of no where!” Kaedin was shaken up from the ambush, but knew Neeson, being the newest Titan recruit into the Guardian core from the FOTC, was breaking down. “Keep running!” Years of meditating and studying the forces of the Traveler, has helped Kaedin to keep a level head in extenuating situations. They were now one Hunter down in their Fire Team. “That THING ripped off Loamaz’s head! His HEAD! Like it was nothing,” said Neeson, limping and out of breath. He was trying not to cry as he and the Warlock ran into the nearest building. The ruins of Area Zeta79 were nothing short of corroding metal and death. Even the atmosphere has become toxic after years of bio-decay and airborne rust. Neeson’s helmet had a small crack, but that was obviously the least of his worries right now. “Vanguard intel never even suggested that the Fallen and Cabal started to work together!” They found a temporary haven inside an emergency staircase. Kaedin paused. “I know. According to intel our plan was foolproof. You would draw them out into the courtyard from under the awning as I attack from behind. Loamaz would cover us from the roof of the awning. Our intel was wrong…they were waiting for us.” Neeson started to babble on about how screwed they were, but Kaedin was focused on their next move. “Wait!” Neeson’s cry broke Kaedin’s concentration. “Do you hear that?” Kaedin began to listen…silence. Then, like thunder, two thuds and then an increasing humming sound. He knew. “Devil Walker, get down!!!” He dove away as concrete exploded, but it was too late for Neeson. He quickly stood, now fully exposed by the massive whole in the wall. A flash in the distance. Darkness…