Lenny was sitting impatiently by the radio, nervously fretting over the coming hour. It wasn't half an hour since the ODST replied and he gave his.

[quote] "Bennewitz, This is Private Mile, I have sights on the main entrance and can provide cover if you'd care to join me, over"[/quote]

Lenny once again nervously grasped the radio.

"Confirmed making my way out"

Well that was new, he said "me" not "us". As in singular. As in just one. He wasn't adamant to stepping back out into the hell hole, but whatever death he found out there must be a helluvalot quicker than starving down here. You don't always get what you hope, being marine learned him real quick of that, he'd be damned if he let another soldier to die waiting on him.

Still, there were still 2 or 3 combat forms waiting just outside of the sealed door. Occasional bashing the titanium alloy with mangled flesh. Then it struck Lenny: "Apply explosives to the infected area," was always his calling block.

He rigged a shaped det. pack to on the door to go off as the electromagnets were disabled, turning this tomb into a localized explosive battering ram. In theory.

 He counted down 1,2... The world became eerily quiet, the ringing in his ears a welcomed old friend. He peaked out the smoldering gap, the tell tale moans of the infected were found between a titanium slab and a concrete wall. Success. Lenny packed up and headed top-side. 

The scene was dreary, what little sunlight shining through gave an odd tint to the dried blood plastering the scene. Where the rest of the infected were worried Lenny but at the moment he wasn't complaining. Lenny pressed the station doors open, the natural sunlight blinding him momentarily as he saw the lone figure across the street...