“Looks like an old theatre.” “Nah, it’s not symmetric enough, more like a convention center.” “Convention centers are asymmetrical?” “Vernon, Malark, shut it, we’re walking the X.” Twelve guardians, including Fireteam Koch with Grant and Vernon, slowly paced through the rubble and down onto the red sandy decline towards the target building. Vernon’s comm went alight again, “Koch I got…” “Not now…” “uhh…Koch I got Movement” Four-armed shapes appeared from behind the nearby pillars, “Contact front!” On patrol outside the wall the body receives a crescendo of adrenaline. The closer you come to the enemy’s last known position the more you start feeling watched, itchy, and weary of any possible firing position. When you get engaged, and don’t freeze or panic, you unload all that energy towards the enemy. Grant, shooting two instinctive shots in the enemy’s direction, stormed down the decline towards a set of ruined cars between them and the enemies on top of the target building’s overhang. Anybody who wasn’t a Titan spewing every enemy muzzle flash with rounds did the same. Koch started broadcasting group-wide, “Titans, keep the base of fire, the rest flank left, Brent takes point!” Eight guardians rushed towards the staircase Brent was already charging at. The Warlocks, including Grant, were following the rest as they suppressed any Fallen attempting to get a shot off. They fired their way up the stairs towards the enemy’s position in an attempt to take the area underneath the overhang. Koch had a different idea, “Whiskeys, lift up and bowl ‘em over!” Grant jumped and directed his force to soar himself onto the building’s overhang. He saw a Fallen, engaging the Titans with a flame cannon. Grant watched him spin around towards them just in time to see the Nova Bomb coming for its soul.