Marcus sighed inwardly, he should have worn his helmet. He could have polarized it and been done with his teammates. Now we would have to look into the challenging eyes of the Brute and Kig-yar, assuming the Kig-yar felt like challenging Marcus as well. The sergeant did not want to be in charge, did not want to deal with any of the "alpha" shenanigans. Seeing the Spartan was a relief, though. Another human like him; a III in fact, and there were some legendary Spartan IIIs out there. Cassie was the Spartan's name if he remembered correctly. She held rank on him but any sane soldier would follow a Spartan's orders, despite rank. 

	Sgt. Greene quickly glanced over the team one more time. He took in the breathtaking size of the Brute and the face of the ugly ass Jackel. The Spartan was like any other Spartan he'd seen, although Cassie had that new GEN 2 armor, which was pretty cool. The Brute was rubbing an energy sword, but he had not seen a Brute ever wield one. He would have to ask the Brute about that some time. Finally, Sgt. Greene's brown eyes finished their sweep of the hallway, meaning it was time to follow the rest up to the bridge. 

//posted from a dying phone