Wind blasted sand into miniature tornadoes that whipped around the immense feet of the Titan. He walked past the decaying cars and dry flora towards the skeletal building before him. He shifted the rifle gripped tight by thick gloves, which had been dubbed Providence. The formidable Guardian ascended the steps to the empty station. Just before entering, he tried contacting other members of his team once more. This time, he got a response, letting him know an ally would be here shortly. The Titan did another scan of the surrounding area, carefully sweeping his vision in a circle, looking for any hint of enemy movement. The blowing sand distorted the view, and the wind could carry small sounds away from his ears. The longer he stood there, the more his stomach clenched. The sound of a ship overhead brought up the soldier’s head as he watched a Guardian vessel pass, dropping the Warlock a few meters away. She unholstered two pistols from each thigh as she approached, her cloak whipping in the driving wind. The two Guardians continued into the decrepit structure. The Titan took point, looking down the sight of Providence while the Warlock kept watch behind them. They walked down hallways, checking rooms as they went, hoping that the trip would be worthwhile. They reached a dead-end with one room to the side, a metal crate sitting in the corner. They entered the room and the Titan lowered his weapon, gripping the lid of the crate and giving a strong tug to get it open. Jackpot. As he closed the crate, pistol shots rang out behind him. He swung around to see his teammate hanging limp from the claws of a Fallen captain. Lesser soldiers stood behind it, weapons ready. The Guardians had taken their bait.