Browning kept himself a few paces ahead of the squad. He'd pinged them all with the encrypted channel, and had opened a feed direct from his HUD so they saw exactly what he did. He moved slowly, watching the buildings for movement. It was fairly quiet, leading him to assume the "innies", as they where known through the UNSC, had moved on. At least he hoped so. Still, he refused to let his guard down fully. That was a gift both the helljumpers and ONI had taught him. Rule one, expect a fight. ONI taught him rule two, make it on your terms. For that reason, he kept his battle rifle clean and well oiled, now with his finger on the trigger. He was ready for the worst to come.

Moving along the street was quiet work, but it was direct, and easy to ambush, so occasionally he'd poke into some of the smaller buildings, just ensuring they didn't recieve the chance to pour out behind them. Still nothing. It was about halfway, as they started nearing the edge, that he saw the glint of light reflected from one of the upper floors of a tall building. He sprinted to crouch next to a car shortly before him, holding up his hand as a fist, indicating they stop.

[color=00a651]Tell me you saw that Casey...[/color]