{ FRIEND OR FOE? }
Cato moved as quickly as he could, forgoing stealth for speed. The situation sounded bad and time was of the essence. He had been stalking a rather large patrol when he heard shots ring out, immediately drawing his attention. He listened for a moment and realized that he was hearing, at most, two human weapons firing among at least 6 covenant weapons. Those where not good odds.
The fighting was starting to die down and he knew he was drawing short on time. Using his “Blink” to teleport a few meters at a time, he was now moving at almost double the speed. It was loud and draining, but potentially worth it. he got closer the sounds of gunfire stopped. He was at the corner and with a final blink he popped out into where he last heard the shots.
It was not at all what he suspected. It was a courtyard littered with covenant bodies. Not a single human lie dead. He looked around at the corpses. It was mostly Grunts with a few Elites and Jackals tossed in. Their purple, teal, and red blood mixing together in the streets… Cato thought to himself for a moment before the realization hit him.
“Wait…” He whispered to himself as his eyes trained to the spot where he saw the red blood. He moved towards the opening of the alleyway and could see that something human was dragged into the narrow alley. Without hesitation he came around the corner froze as he saw someone in dark armor.
Footsteps came into the courtyard and he stilled, back pressed against the building’s dull brick wall. They stopped, presumably taking in the massacre, before they started again. Drawing near the entrance of the alley. Unlike another ODST, his hearing was almost sub par and he couldn’t be sure whether the figure approaching was human or something else.
O’Brien swore under his breath and scrambled for his smaller gun- the magnum holstered on his hip. It was the only weapon he had that he could use single handed, as he needed the other to keep himself intact. The newcomer’s figure could be seen, casting a slight shadow just outside the mouth of the alley and the Helljumper raised the gun- ready to fire.... but the figure had already stopped their approach.
Out of some feral instinct, he grit and bared his teeth, eyes narrowing on the distinctly humanoid shape at the end of the alley. Keen eyes in place of keen ears allowed him to observe them- and he was somewhat baffled by the odd armor.
It didn’t stop him from nearly snarling at the newcomer, however. With the barrel of the magnum pointed straight towards their... visor, ( though admittedly his hand was beginning to tremble as blood loss continued ) he tries to sound authoritative. Emphasis on tries. The words come out breathy and strained, with only a slight edge of the vehemence he intended. “ Who the hell are you? “
