The two Cabal Legionnaires stood silent and unmoving, watching over their brothers patrolling through the Buried City. A Centurion walks up behind them, demanding a status report. One Legionnaire started to say something, only to be cut off, head exploding into a fine blue mist, the crack of a gun exploding throughout the small room. "Miss me?" A voice calls, and the Centurion turns, seeing one of the Cabal's most hated enemies. "You realize they don't understand you, right?" The Ghost says, and the Titan laughs. "They understand bullets. And I'd like to keep it that way." The barrel of the Titan's gun raises again, and he pulls the trigger after each shot, the scout rifle bullets bouncing off the Centurion's shield. The Legionnaire steps out from behind his commander, and the Titan snaps his sights to the head of the poor soldier, drilling a hole in the helmet. The Centurion hits a button on his arm, before speaking into it rapidly. The Titan catches one word that he understands; his name. "Kai-rous." The Centurion says warily, and the Titan nods. "Making a name for yourself now, are you?" His Ghost says. "Apparently." Kairos says dryly, throwing a Thermite grenade against the ground, the flames exploding and covering the Cabal. The Centurion drops, screeching as the flames consume him. The Titan moves on, looking out the window. "Shaxx, this is Kairos. I'm in position. No other Guardians here. I'm gonna need support. No, they don't know I'm here. As soon as I have more support, I'll begin. Yes sir. Understood. Kairos out." He says into his comm channel. The Guardian scans the horizon, looking for other allies. "Ghost, wake me when you get a reading on another Guardian. We're gonna need some help." Kairos says, finding a small corner for him to sit in. The Exo sighs, content, and enters hibernation mode, powering down temporarily. [b]Currently open.[/b]