Sorry the pic doesn’t match, it was ment for part three but the one I did for this one won’t go through so yeah
A short while later Daren found himself sneaking to a back entrance, guarded by two brutes. Swinging his now blood stained blade around he slammed the point into the throat of the first one. Without bothering to pull out the blade he upholstered an automag and fired three muffled shots into the head of the other before shooting off the lock on the door and reloading. Taking cover beside some crates he quickly raised his visor and took a quick scan of the area. Other than the one that he had gone through there were two other doors and two large garage doors. For each of the smaller doors there were two guards each, along with a blockade of ghosts blocking the larger ones. In the top left corner the brutes had built up some walls forming a small room presumably where the command center was. In the middle huddled together, hands on their heads and surrounded by a ring of brutes, kneeled a group of about fifty marines and other UNSC personnel. A little in front of them stood the VIP typing away on a computer while being watched by two brutes while two others stood a little ways away. And that’s when Daren saw it, piled away in a dark corner was a large pile of UNSC tech. ”So that’s what they want him for.” He thought slowly making his way to the corner. “Well this complicates things a little.” He muttered to himself. Just then a voice screamed over the radio. “Daren!? Daren!? That you?” “Yes, what is?” “Few, you weren’t responding for a while there, thought we had lost you. Anyways, where are you? General’s calling an evac, sending you the coordinates now.” “Wait, wait I can’t go now, tell the General thi-“ “Why don’t you tell me yourself?” Said a new voice breaking through the radio. “Look sir, I’ve located the enemy FOB, they have the VIP here alone with a large amount of our troops and tech. Permission to get our men out of here and blow the place to hell?” “Permission granted, just send your coordinates and I’ll make an evac zone nearby, and make it quick. We've got a lot ahead of us and very little time.” And with that the conversation was over and Daren had reached the brute guarding the tech. With one swift motion he dragged the brute down into the shadows and stabbed another knife he had on him through his throat. He then slowly crawled his way forward, his armor blending in with the shadows. Looking around he quickly compromised an explosive charge out of some grenades and nearby methane tanks. Just as he was about to leave to set up more and connect them with a trail of gasoline in a can he had found, he noticed something glowing on top of a computer. Reaching down he found himself staring at an A.I chip with seemingly one inside. “This could be useful” he thought, inserting it into his helmet. Almost immediately his systems shut down for a split second before reloading. Text at the bottom left of his HUD started flashing . “What happened? Where am I?” A female voice said into his headset.
A short while later Daren found himself sneaking to a back entrance, guarded by two brutes. Swinging his now blood stained blade around he slammed the point into the throat of the first one. Without bothering to pull out the blade he upholstered an automag and fired three muffled shots into the head of the other before shooting off the lock on the door and reloading. Taking cover beside some crates he quickly raised his visor and took a quick scan of the area. Other than the one that he had gone through there were two other doors and two large garage doors. For each of the smaller doors there were two guards each, along with a blockade of ghosts blocking the larger ones. In the top left corner the brutes had built up some walls forming a small room presumably where the command center was. In the middle huddled together, hands on their heads and surrounded by a ring of brutes, kneeled a group of about fifty marines and other UNSC personnel. A little in front of them stood the VIP typing away on a computer while being watched by two brutes while two others stood a little ways away. And that’s when Daren saw it, piled away in a dark corner was a large pile of UNSC tech. ”So that’s what they want him for.” He thought slowly making his way to the corner. “Well this complicates things a little.” He muttered to himself. Just then a voice screamed over the radio. “Daren!? Daren!? That you?” “Yes, what is?” “Few, you weren’t responding for a while there, thought we had lost you. Anyways, where are you? General’s calling an evac, sending you the coordinates now.” “Wait, wait I can’t go now, tell the General thi-“ “Why don’t you tell me yourself?” Said a new voice breaking through the radio. “Look sir, I’ve located the enemy FOB, they have the VIP here alone with a large amount of our troops and tech. Permission to get our men out of here and blow the place to hell?” “Permission granted, just send your coordinates and I’ll make an evac zone nearby, and make it quick. We've got a lot ahead of us and very little time.” And with that the conversation was over and Daren had reached the brute guarding the tech. With one swift motion he dragged the brute down into the shadows and stabbed another knife he had on him through his throat. He then slowly crawled his way forward, his armor blending in with the shadows. Looking around he quickly compromised an explosive charge out of some grenades and nearby methane tanks. Just as he was about to leave to set up more and connect them with a trail of gasoline in a can he had found, he noticed something glowing on top of a computer. Reaching down he found himself staring at an A.I chip with seemingly one inside. “This could be useful” he thought, inserting it into his helmet. Almost immediately his systems shut down for a split second before reloading. Text at the bottom left of his HUD started flashing . “What happened? Where am I?” A female voice said into his headset.