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Name: Alucard Graves
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Onyx hair, Green eyes, 5,11 scrawny.
Branch: Marines
Class: Sniper
Specialty: Recon, Survival
Weapons: M392 DMR , M6C Pistol.

Alucard and his team were on the 20th floor only 10 more floors to go before they reached the roof. Alucard was clearing the stairwell on the 21st floor when the radio crackled alive. Covenant forces were closing in on the planet and had deployed forces. He knew the Sangheili had deployed forces earlier. He sighed at how confused things were soon to be.

"This is Graves hailing all units nearby. We have covenant forces in orbit, I want eyes up for dropships with the Prophet insignia. Watch your targets though friendly Sangheili are also on scene. And I want everyone to the roof now." Alucard began to sprint up the stairs peeking into the hallways briefly before running up the stairs again. The roof opened up as the whole squad came through the door.

Torri the pointman for the first 9 floors started setting up the beacon for pelican drops as Alucard looked over the edge of the roof. The floor looked like a carpet as he watched other units begin to start on different sectors of the city. They got hightown, also known as sniper ally for the large buildings there. Alucard stepped back from the edge as Torri finished setting up the beacon he then started giving orders keeping his voice low. He thought to himself. "When you keep your voice low they always listen." He finished with orders and did a roll call to make sure everyone was still there.

Sinclair reviewed the message Margret Parangosky sent him. He sat in his command chair and watched the message scroll before him. Curtis popped up next to him at the very second Sinclair opened his mouth, "You sure about this?" The AI tilted his head and crossed his arms, "Yeah, I can vouche for her handwriting." Sinclair rubbed his neck and sighed, "Well, then this is a different game entirely. Pull up all of the data on Hathor, but keep her asleep. I want to review the handy work. Otherwise, we released the Grim Reaper on a doomed soul." The AI shook his head, "You humans and your folklores... Anyhow, Lieutenant Commander Christopher Sizemore, false name of course, has been said to be linked to multiple insurrection planning. Section three was only able to release the things that would approve him for a one man assassination. If we released anything else we found on him, it might lead to an old time English hound hunt." Sinclair finished the statement to help further understand the situation, "I called for the trace on him and just let him go about his business, even if that meant letting him work with the insurrection. With his unknowing help, we have a few rebel hiding places on file. But, after the recent stunt involving Say My Name... well, I figured we better get involved. Finding the Spartan traitor was a bonus. However..." The AI helped finish the thought as well, "We have the Marines and Navy to worry about. The last time we tried to reason with them, they zip tied you and tried to yank me from the ship we helped to save. Honestly, a good pat on the back would have been slightly better than the brig." Sinclair pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "I've been through worst. Major Clarkson will mostly be on his own, but just in case, go ahead and create a secure communications line and keep a probe on him and his squadron. We will contact him if needed." The AI tilted his head, he didn't want to mention the fact that the ONI Assassin was an ex-ODST... and the last time he checked, they are not on ONI's side still. He blinked out and created the link, but didn't test it yet. He didn't want the Major to know that he was being watched from above... oh what a god complex he has right now...

Curtis hard the transmission before Sinclair did, who was staring at the data he took from Hathor's core, "Sir, I think you might want to listen to this. It seems the Reaper is trying to contact Heaven." Sinclair looked up and pressed the link for the transmission. He gave an impressed smirk, "He is as informed of operative placement as we are I suppose. Patch me through." The AI nodded and gave the thumbs up to let him know he was live. Sinclair activated the probe that Clarkson on the ground, "I hear you Major, and I am aware of your mission. That particular mission is not my section so I won't try to interfere like what happened not long ago, which I'm sure you are aware of yourself. As to your request to utilize the Pale Horse's equipment, well I can't agree more. Curtis will give you all of the information you need. Wait one." Sinclair walked up to the communications station in the bridge, "Send a stronger signal, but secure. I don't want any wild accusations after this is over. "The officer nodded and began to reinforce the line. Sinclair nodded to Curtis at the projector, who simply nodded and resumed communication with Clarkson, "Hello there Major, I am Curtis, section 3 AI, and steward of all your travel needs. What can I do for you?"

Curtis was a little curious on why he wanted to talk to the Commander now, but hey he has a job to do now, "Alrighty then, there is a lot of debris that is still giving off different assortment of signal, so give me a few seconds. I'll put you back through to the commander." The AI looked at Sinclair, who just nodded and picked up the line again, "Is there something you need Major?

Sinclair smirked, "Well, you and a few other Troopers I know. AIs can be rather... cynical sometimes. I'm still here because securing that shield generator was only half of my mission, the rest is still classified." Sinclair heard the proximity alert when John saw the Phantoms. They were in standard search formation, trying to find their targets then call in back up after spotting their prey, "I see them, their ships arrived about an hour ago, Midsummer is going on a pursuit course, so we are secured up here. The rest of you on the other hand... I'll see if I can arrange something to give you support." Curtis spoke up the moment the Commander ended his sentence, "Found the little weasel! There was a lot of interference, but he chose a great place to hide. He is currently in one of Harvest's capitol cities... well, what's left of it. According to the coordinates I think he's hiding in... Oh my... that little... Ok gentleman, he didn't just hide in A capitol city, he holed up in THE big city. He is currently a couple kilometers away from you, Major." Sinclair looked at the probe images of the city. The place was either a giant wreck or a massive graveyard. Buildings were crumbled, streets cleaved in half, everything blackened by the super heat of the Covenant's Plasma bombardments. And yet he couldn't tell what it was. He looked at the AI, "Well, tell the Major where Sizemore is holed up." The AI placed its hands on its hips, "Holed up would be a huge understatement. He is hiding within the city of Utgard."

Sinclair had to agree about the large field of search they would have to cover, but the AI spoke up first, "As I mentioned, there are things that even now are giving off reading. From destroyed ship engines to X-ray machines in hospitals. And also, thermals throws everything off. And let's not forget to mention the reflective layers of glass that was made by the covenan-" Sinclair had to stop the AI right there other wise he would go all night, "Can you pinpoint an area amongst Utgard that would help narrow the search?" The AI paused for a full second, obviously the aftermath and debris of Utgard was actually throwing him off, "I think so, it's a long shot, but his signal might not be in one place because it's being amplified by all of the fluxing signals. If I can just concentrate on the frequency that is giving the best percentage of an actual match I think I can- Got it. There are three possible locations in Utgard: Harvest General Hospital at sector 17, the sight of where the old Orbital elevators in sector 32, and Utgard Central core sector 1." Sinclair looked at the possible locations and thought out loud, "There may be a chance that Sizemore is still with the survivors. If he hasn't been discovered by the crew of the Say My Name, then he would still want to play the trust card." "I'm going to try different frequencies to narrow the search more on your way there. Maybe when you arrive, I could use your help to find him for you."

Name: Alucard Graves
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Onyx hair, Green eyes, 5,11 scrawny.
Branch: Marines
Rank: Staff Sergent
Class: Sniper
Specialty: Recon, Survival
Weapons: M392 DMR , M6C Pistol.

Alucard heard the transmission from Viktor and got on comms to reply. "Viktor this is Alucard. We already set up the beacon and will be coming down the stairs also. Regroup on the 15th floor." Alucard kept the line open as he started getting his men down the stairs a pelican coming into view as another squad was coming to set up field HQ for units that can't reach the F.O.B.

Alucard was now on point as they peered into the hallways on there way down making sure no Covenant forces had slipped into the building. The 15th floor came quickly as they cautiously stepped into the hallway proceeding to the large meeting room at the end of the hall as they got a sense of humor and knocked. Alucard gave a chuckle as he opened the door his DMR taking sweeping into the first in case of anything.