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Seth heard Karr yelling, "s**t!" He cursed, "Dr. Halsey, we need to GO. Dansmith will have to wait!"

Seth watched as a SPARTAN scooped up Dr. Halsey and another grabbed the injured Dansmith. "Able Company, lets get to the LZ NOW!"

Able broke off in a full run to Karr's location, Seth was shocked at just how fast the SPARTANs could move. But that wasn't here nor there. Grabbing a Marine who had slipped on a rick and pulling him up Seth shouted again "MOVE!"

Before Halsey could say anything, a speeding green blur had picked her up and set her down gently in front of the bleeding medic. Looking down at the wounded man, she realized that part of his chest's skin had been fused to his fatigues by the high-tension power that had coursed through his system. If anything, the man was stable rather than in any critical danger. All he needed was some painkillers and muscle relaxants, and both would take rest to really profit from. If anything, the medic lying on the floor in front of her should simply be pumped full of morphine and carried to the evac zone. She had more pressing matters to take care of. She had her children to see.
Quickly retrieving a small vial of morphine from her stolen medkit, she slit open the medic's fatigue with a small razor she had found. Jabbing the small needle into the man's very visible artery, she left it at that and turned to look at Kelly. Even though she knew time was of the essence, she squeezed Kelly's armored hand for a second before turning to Fred and looking him over. His body language confirmed what she had thought: everyone had survived the Cryostasis perfectly. She held Fred's gaze for a fraction of a second, before turning her head in the direction the marines were running in.
"It's time, Fred. We're finally getting off this hellish lie."
Next to her, Dansmith lay sedated in Kelly's arms, the pain diminishing with every passing second. The moment lasted only a moment longer before Lee caught up, and the marines of Able company ran towards what would hopefully be their salvation.

When the monitor shot down the pelicans, Rory watched as it hit the ground near the monitor, and sent shratnel and pieces of paneling flying into the air. Seeing a big peice heading towards him, he quickly anticipated where it would land, and jumped to the side in one quick motion, letting the metal fall ontop of him, hiding him from view of everyone else, who was focused on the pelicans. He pushed off the metal panneling sometime later, and got up, looking around to make sure the coast was clear, and indeed it was, so he picked up his Assault Rifle and went to the pelican. "It's time to give Shadow some pay back..." He could barely hear everyone talking over the radio. As he stepped into the back of the pelican, he looked around on the shelves for something. "Comon, their has to be one in hear at least..." He found what he was looking for, a slung the weapon over his shoulders, to his back, he picked up his Assault Rifle again, and stepped out of the downed pelican. "This is Gunnary Seargent Rory Koles." He said over the radio. "I'm heading towards the LZ, with heavy weapons in towe, if I don't get there in time, leave wihout me, dont' bother waiting!" With that, he ran with all the strength he could muster, he was done standing around, and tryign to talk, now was the time for action. He looked over his shoulder once at the weapon and smiled. It was his turn to play his hand. He faced back to the way he was running, and hoped, he would get a chance to help.

"I'm so freaking useless" Warren muttered, as he sat against the wreckage of one of the shot down pelicans. He looked up and hated the fact it was such a peaceful place, he decided to try the com again." Bravo unit, whats your status over?" His stomach began to hurt and he clenched it with his left hand.

Warren mostly got static back, but he did manage to make a few words out, descending, alien, location,and evac. The last word did bring some comfort to Warren. He would normally reply to confirm, but he knew there radio's weren't working well going in and out of the station. He looked at his battle rifle and frowned. He pulled himself off the ground and began to walk to there evac point, "I guess I'll fill them in" He said as he coughed up some more blood.

Fred was the first to get to the evac point, rushing past the marine waiting there and sweeping the area with his borrowed assault rifle. His heavy boots gripping strongly to the metal surface he was standing on, he nevertheless skidded a few inches due to his incredible weight and momentum. Satisfied that the area was clear, he moved farther into the corridor.
Kelly, who would have arrived first if not for the fact that she was carrying Ashton, ran in right after Fred, keeping hold of her charge as he almost flew out of her arms from the deceleration. The rest of the spartans poured in quickly after, from Linda to Tom and Lucy, to both what was left of Team Saber and the entirety of Team Katana. Ash put down Halsey with the gentlest of touches, and she brushed off the lab coat that was covering the towel she had wrapped around her form with a dignity impossible to anyone without her level of intellect. Quickly understanding the situation, she looked over at the waiting marine and spoke in a tone not characterized by it's coldness, but rather by the fact that it was entirely professional and to the point.
"Where's the stealth craft?"

Having ditched the now-empty cryotubes, all of Able was moving at a suitable pace. Even those who had been wounded in the pelican crashes had been recovered on the way to the EZ, rapidly deployed stretchers strung between a few rapidly moving medics. Making it to the top with four marines and the good lieutenant right behind him, Captain Lee stopped in front of the already-posted Spartans and realized they probably wouldn't need his guidance at all to function.
Good, he had enough stress managing what was left of Able, anyways.
The good captain nodded at Karr, thankful for the timely rescue and conscious of the hell the pelican crash must have been. But there would be a time for mourning later. Now was the time to get the hell off this nightmare. If they ever needed to get frozen up or killed by mad AIs, then Lee would book a flight back here. Until then, he didn't want to see another inch of carefully tended garden for the rest of his life.
Pity, the girl he had his eyes on marrying had loved japanese rock gardens.

"Dansmith, you still with me?"
...Was that supposed to be funny, or are you honestly concerned I've gotten lost inside my own mind, and didn't notice you there?
"Hm, both probably. Have to make the best of a bad situation, right? Look at the bright side: All I am is a tactical copy of the original AI. If I was the full me, you'd have far less room to think with, that is for sure."
Well, I'm glad you see the bright side in this. As far as I know, I'm really still dying back in some god-forsaken Hell Shell.
"Oh, come now. You think I'd just leave us to die in there? Besides, are you insinuating that the Spartans you woke would leave us behind?"

Ashton thought for a second... it seemed to be all he was good at lately. Sure as hell not lacing his boots or healing anyone.
Well, it's a valid concern. Alright, where are we now?
"Well, I'm going to borrow a little more brain-power of yours to tap into a COMM link through your Data Uplink port, alright? You might get the sensation that you're a few magnitudes less intelligent than before."
Well, that should be no different from whenever I talk to any AI, nonetheless one who got burned into my brain.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Wait a moment, please."
I don't really have a choice, do I?
"No, you don't. Tapping in now..."

Angel's tactical self, which was the only version of her that held any weight upon him (literally), began reworking the crystal/wetware interface, so as to channel some of Ashton's raw residual electrical potential, created from active neurons, into a homing signal, and fired this weak transmission through his Data Uplink port, the jack in his head he usually simply used to download the latest medical information from the Nets and medical logs.
Now, it was serving a much more vital purpose: it was his only link to the consious world.

Angel quickly acquired a signal through Kelly's armor, it being the closet recievinig device to Ashton. She relayed this signal to the Captain, borrowing a much-needed power boost from the Spartan's mini-nuclear fusion reactor. She spoke into the Captain's earbud.
"Captain Lee? Lance Corporal Dansmith and I have just figured a way to communicate with the rest of Able, though at a terrible expense to his own brain's processing power. I detect we are on an outbound trajectory towards the Monterey, yes? My sensors are limited to his own suit and equiptment: could you give us an ETA, please?"