We always thought this place was uninhabitable, turns out it was, just not for the reason we thought. So why are we here? We are going to thin out the number of Cabal fighters to aid this ongoing war. The com system crackles to life and Jack, our resident Titan, informed me that Phase One was complete. "Excellent, Sean check-in and we will begin Phase Two." I said in my most gruff and manly voice hoping to inspire confidence on this would be suicide mission. "Locked and Loaded!" was the highly enthusiastic and sarcastic response I received coming from the final member of our team who was posted across the sands of the square where I now hid. No time for cowardice now. I leapt up from my cloth covered hole in the dirt and began broadcasting my voice into the valley knowing full well that I was to receive no less than a full Cabal battalion. A stupid move that I was sure to regret, as soon as the first Cabal showed its armored head I ran into the structure. Once I was inside I took up my second position and laid down suppressing fire holding them at bay. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sean bellowed into the coms as he abandoned cover and ran to aid his fireteam. Taking his cue in stride Jack sent some grenades forcing the last Cabal fighters into the structure and then detonated the charges effectively sealing off the building. "NO! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL HE GOT out!" Sean screamed his voice already cracking with sadness. "I made a decision, if he got out so were they and that was more than we could handle." Sean snapped “I didn't want to do it.” "Gentlemen, gentlemen, a seasoned Warlock can do more than lob balls of arcane energy"