Spectre had been leading the Titan threw snow storm, his cloak blowing around behind him wildly. He heard the Titan say they might need to locate a beacon. "My ghost has one we can set up if we get desperate. It can also serve as an emergency transmat zone. Vanguard has a few up this way but normally it's a Hunters up here drawing maps or looking for lost caches of tech. So Hunter even hide their stashes out this way." He told the Titan, as he finished two sniper rounds rang out. Spectre turned invisible by thumping his own chest.

Spectre moved to top of the large sheer snow drift getting out his patience and time. He heard the Titan say something but he was already moving to a better over watch location. He didn't say a word but as the Titan moved he watched the grounds near him then slide down to the others as he reached the bottom. "Someone call for the cavalry?" He asked drawing the Hawkmoon and the Last Word. "Anyone know if the pilot made it out?" He asked knowing most pilots didn't have the luxury of a ghost transmat before hitting the ground. 

He followed the others taking up the rear of the group. "So whats our plan? I vote we locate the pilot and contact the Tower. Were blind and that storm makes this their game not ours, Fallen have more experience with these weather conditions and I don't have Omolon target identifiers." Spectre told as holstered the Hawkmoon using the Last Word to cover there path. "What ever we do we do it fast, I don't want to be the Fireteam Tuyet."