Spartan!Blake, holding a knife to a target’s throat: You have fifteen seconds to tell us what we want to know. I’ll consider your life afterwards.
Target, spitting blood onto Blake’s visor: I ain’t telling you shi-
Spartan!Yang, firing eight shots from her magnum into the target’s chest: Don’t be rude, punkass.
Spartan!Blake, stabbing her knife into the newly made corpse’s shoulder: YANG. I COULD HAVE MADE HIM TALK.
Spartan!Yang, with a shrug as she reloads her empty magnum, placing it back against her leg: Why bother, Weiss and Penny got the info from his datalogs already.
Spartan!Weiss, looking up from a computer, sounding almost offended: Winter helped too.
Spartan!Yang: Besides, you were gonna kill him anyways. I know how you work.
Spartan!Blake, angrily contacting Ruby over coms: Ruby we have a problem here. Our target-
Spartan!Ruby, cutting Blake off: Just kill him. Weiss, Winter, and Penny got all the data we needed. Extraction in 10. Yang, we’re levelling this place to the ground.
Spartan!Yang, gives a cheerful pat on Blake’s shoulder as she walks by her: Welcome to the UNSC sunshine, enjoy your stay.
Spartan!Blake, angrily tearing her knife back out, sheathing it after wiping off blood: Hmph. The White Fang would’ve at least ransomed him.
Spartan!Weiss, after plugging something into the computer she was working on it quickly sparks and fries itself: That’s the difference between our organizations I suppose. Our respective need for credits.
Spartan!Blake, muttering to herself as she watches Yang drop down a bomb: Was a whole clip necessary though?