"No shit, sir! What gave that away?" Sergeant Golovkin forced a chuckle as he blitzed down the stairwell. Before the building decided to collapse in on itself, Ready had just cleared the 5th floor in a mild-mannered pace, averting injury with careful strides down brittle steps and scattered debris. The sudden torrential storm of metal and cement rock came crumbling down like a hellish giant, pursuing Golovkin while destroying everything in its path. He was lunging now, clearing several steps, before one finally gave out from underneath him. He stumbled forward, tumbling onto a platform facing an exit door. The roaring sound of destruction rang through his helmet, echoing all over the walls of the stairwell like an angry sea. Chunks of cement crashed into everything around him. Golovkin leapt to his feet and shouldered through the door. 

"Shit!" 

Enveloped in a plume of dust, Robert blindly sprinted forward, relying on the micro-framed outlines of the environment displayed on his VISR. Even still, the rapid shift of his surroundings caused interference, making it hard to determine whether he was on the third or second floor. Either way it didn't matter; one way or another, Robert was jumping out of this building. An opening from the dust gave a moment of clarity, and Golovkin saw shattered window clearings ten feet in front of him. The VISR hiccupped again, but just as he was three steps from leaping out, his VISR revealed a row of vehicles parked on ground level, several feet from the jump. Robert slightly readjusted course and pushed off from the ledge, clutching his M90 with both hands and braced himself for impact. 

[i]Crash![/I] 

The landing came quicker and harder than anticipated. Golovkin rolled with the momentum as best he could, tumbling off of the wide rooftop of a car before landing onto the street, feet first. Pain jolted through his left ankle, but his adrenaline kept the ODST zeroed in on the moment. Robert fled down Titan Road, then cut right into an alleyway on Coronado until the ground no longer rumbled, and the sky stopped falling. He pinged his location on the com then spoke up when he finally caught his breath, ducking low, careful not to put too much weight on his left leg. "Can't get rid of me that fast." 

The Sergeant could no longer ignore the pain. Golovkin cradled his M90 with one hand and dug for painkillers with the other. Searching through the small first aid kit strapped onto the side of his waist, his fingers fell onto a small packet containing two capsules. Just as he tore into the packaging and gulped both pills down, a dust cloud loomed through like an ominous fog, bringing an eerie silence along with it. Golovkin brought up his M90 and leaned up against the wall, surveying the environment for hostiles. Clear. Robert then quickly scoped for friendlies. 

"I see you, Gunny." Golovkin mumbled, honing in on the approaching figure outlined in green on his VISR. "Ready and able, sir."