//Something moved in the shadows between the broken buildings lining the London streets. Tamos, alone, as it had gone back to grab whatever thermal clips were left laying around while the squad packed up into the shuttle to leave, whipped its Claymore out and spun around.//
//Ralan, inside the Claymore, immediately brought its radars online to augment Tamos' combat systems that flared to life. A few scans returned nothing, and Ralan shared its results with its partner. Tamos narrowed its optic, determinedly scanning for the Hunter Mode-highlighted form of another enemy or ally as it slowly walked the rubble-strewn streets.//
//Ralan suggested it might have been an artifact, a result of overtaxed systems or an overexposed optical lens, but Tamos knew what it saw. It wasn't going to take a chance, so Ralan agreed to help it search.//
//Rounding a corner into an alleyway, they finally found the shadow: what appeared, in the dark, to be a standard Geth unit, picking its way through the fallen forms of Reaper, Enslaved Geth and Cerberus forces remaining from Tamos' squad's earlier battle.//
//Automatically, Tamos pointed its Claymore at the Geth. Hunter Mode didn't paint the unit a clear color at this range, and if it weren't so on edge, alone in the dark like this and overtaxed from the battle, it would have taken a moment to logically deduce that this was a True Geth. But instead both Tamos and Ralan were prepared to fire, and would have fired, too, had something not given them pause. That something being that the unit before them was not immediately hostile and, in fact, appeared a little lost.//
//Tamos didn't lower its Claymore yet, just in case, but it stepped forward and brightened its optic to cast the light over the other Geth. What it saw were not standard Trooper colors, and it knew those extra antennae didn't come standard, either. It narrowed its optic to a penlight, curious but wary, unwilling to attempt a connection in an area of known hostiles, even if that would clarify the issue. Instead, as its blue optic met the other's cyan, it just asked--or, rather, demanded.//