I finally made it to the structure, our destination. I know it's the right building because of all the spent ammo and the two dead Cabal on the steps. I'm late because "Crow," my jump-bike, malfunctioned so I, of course, crashed - which handily explains the dull throbbing in my left wrist. All of a sudden I recall naming our bikes and Rook noting mine and saying "All crows are liars," with a strange expression on his face. No idea what he meant. Bastard. Anyway, PJ must already be in there. That Titan bastard is probably doing his thing, charging into the unknown as recklessly as usual. He's been in my Fireteam from the beginning, putting up with my methodical and tactical approach to doing what we do. Okay, putting up with me yelling "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" All while helping to extricate him from sticky situations. We've been lucky. It seems to always work out in the end. And it is nice having the enemy completely distracted by him... Ah, I see his bike, "Swervo." And there, I kicked it. I'd spit on his seat if this atmosphere wouldn't kill me. It's almost worth it. As I get closer, I see that some technology here still has life in it. Some lights blink, some screens light up in the lobby of this... Whatever this is. Is this a mall? And then I get a burst of static in my ear. Heavy panting and "Lofty, ya there?!" "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking. Are there more where those two came from?" "You have no idea, they have some kind of.." -BOOM- "Hoo! That was CLOSE! Ha HAA! Get in here! And don't make that face." I sigh. I make that face. I run inside.