The hunter Dillinja scoured the wastes of mars with his sniper rifle looking for any signs of movement. He found none. "Why do we always get stuck with the crummy missions, I wanna be like the guardians that lead the raid on the vault of glass!" He said with sadness in his voice. "I'm sure we will get something good soon" his ghost reassured. "They just haven't realised our full potential yet". "I hope your right" Dillinja responded placing his visor back inline with the scope. On the edge of the horizon he could see some movement, zooming the large silhouette if a centurion contrasted against the red sands. "In fact" his voice bursting with mischief "why don't we see if we can bait over the Cabal?" "I don't thin......" Before the ghost could finish the young hunter had jumped from the ledge and called down his ship. "What are you doing" the ghost floating softly down above his shoulder, it's eye looking inquisitively. "Just stripping off some some rockets, using these trip mine detonators we can really cause some damage" he said smugly. "You think it will work?" " oh it will work!." He said with a chuckle burying the rockets into the sand in front of his position. "And How are exactly are you planning to draw them over" his ghost said looking over the horizon. "With this!" Dillinja said promptly shooting his emergency flare into the sky. He looked up "Well great" sighed the ghost.