New Mombassa, October 21st, 2552, 1:30 AM
Sector 2-A: Central Park.
Tracking ODST: PFC Logan Alexander Scott
Logan finally reached the top floor of the building. The resulting force of the Carrier's jump had weakened the tower's structure, and several rooms had caved in, including some of the stair wells.
The surrounding city didn't look much better.
Many of the older buildings had collapsed, and large chunks of others had broken away. The entire city was dark, save for emergency lighting around the main roads and hospitals. Through his scope, Logan could make out the odd plasma bolt lighting up a small part of the city.
He tried his radio, but received nothing but static. The radiation leftover from the Carrier was interfering with their radio signals.
Logan paused and thought.
“Alright... standard procedure... there is no standard procedure for this.... Damn it...”
He was separated from his squad, with no radio, and little ammo and supplies left. The situation seemed bleak at best.
“Ok... I should try to gather anyone I can. Some of the ODSTs must've reached the ground...”Logan thought.
Lost in his planning, Logan failed to notice he wasn't alone.
The two Brutes from earlier hadn't given up on finding him, and now, he was cornered, 70 stories up and alone.
Logan turned as the first Brute, a minor rank, began to charge, roaring as it did. Thinking quickly, he leveled his rifle and fired. The 12.7 millimeter round crashed through the Brute's headgear, into his skull.
The body's inertia caused it to topple into Logan, however, and he lost his grip on his rifle, sending it clattering along the ground under an Air conditioning unit nearby.
Scrambling to his feet, Logan came face to face with the second Brute, a Chieftain in full battle dress; Ornate armor, and a heavy staff.
Ducking back, Logan dodged the Brute's first swing, and circled around his right, trying to move over to his weapon. The Brute seemed to know his intentions, swinging down to block him off. Logan dashed left and rolled as the Brute swung in a wide circle, missing Logan by inches. Rising to a crouch, Logan lurched forward, launching a heavy punch to the Brute's jaw, knocking off his Head dress.
The Brute paused for a second, before flying into a rage, tossing it's staff aside and charging at Logan. With a heavy swing he sent Logan flying backward, toward the edge of the building. He managed to roll to his feet, and skidded to a stop a few inches from the ledge. As the Brute charged wildly, Logan saw his chance to end it.
Waiting until the last second, he ducked down and to his left, sweeping the Brute's legs out, and sending him toppling over the side of the building; 70 stories to the ground.
Logan took a minute to catch his breath, and retrieved his rifle. Walking to the edge of the building and looking through his scope, He saw signs of fighting across the park.
“I gotta get down there...” Logan muttered, before rushing off to make his way to ground level.