"Tomahawk, make your way into the center of the base and shut down the back up generators if you can."

Tomahawk was on the move once the first shot was fired With shotgun drawn, he followed the blast to the sniper tower, flaming bodies were easy to track and his clothing was supposed to help hide him so he can survive. He did a baseball slide and let go of the shotgun to sling around him as he retrieved the rifle but the body armor was melting to the skin. When he heard the mechanical whirl of a sentinel, he acted on desperation and pulled the still burning body on top of him. 

It stank of melting plastic and burning flesh. He wanted to gag but slowed his breathing to minimize the inhalation as the burning human corpse should hide his mutant signature as well as his heat signature. Suddenly the corpse began to shudder and thrash because the bastard wasn't dead yet! Reaching back, he pulled the knife off the shotguns picatinny rail and put it deep horizontally into the black mesh of the mans neck. Hot red washed over him as the man stopped moving, shock setting in now and death soon enough. 

"Talon, put a round through the generator. That should disable the collars." 
"Wolverine, a Sentinel just took out the tower I was on. Sniper rifle is gone. If I am to protect the prisoners I can't go after the generator."

Well that certainly lined things up for him. He field stripped the MRD by taking the belt then rolling the dead body of of him and using the momentum to free the tools. Putting the belt on around his waist, he chimed in on  his earpiece. 

"Talon, I got the generator, you go for the prisoners."