Wind whipped around him as he stood on the rise, cloaking convulsing in the air, snapping as it reached full extension again and again. Spread out below him was a boulevard, various apartment and manufacturing buildings lining the sides of the street. Shattered glass lay across much of the road, window panes having exploded as the Deathwatch commenced. Anything could lie in wait behind the shadows of the buildings. Something helpful or something dangerous and he had no way of knowing which.

Stepping forward, he slid down the small rise of sand, granules spraying as his foot dug a trench to slow his descent. Touching the bottom, Sentinel rolled off and took cover behind a dilapidated car, fading red metal crunching as his body slammed into it. Flakes of paint fell onto his bronze body, sticking to the sand which was ever-present in the city of Tangelo. Activating his helmet, Sentinel peeked over the edge of the car and scanned for movement, attempting to determine the safety of the road ahead. Only shadows shifted in his vision. Rising from cover, he stepped forward from the car and began to walk down the road. If someone was going to attack him there was nothing he could do.

Reaching the buildings, wind whistled through the openings, creating an eerie sound. Glass crackled somewhere in front of him. Darting into a nearby building, a factory by the equipment inside. Voices carried over to him, seemingly in a heated debate. A scuffle broke out and running was heard, fading into the distance as the people chased each other. Sliding down the wall, Sentinel looked at the device on his arm. He needed to find Orion but with each passing minute that chance grew smaller. He would need to be quicker.