1 The Omega

"13, 13, 13..." The radio crackled.

"Who would be stupid enough -or crazy enough- to leave their comms on "open" during a crucible match?" I muttered to my fire-team leader.

He dismissed it with a shrug of his head and shouldered his rifle.

"Do they realize we can just track the source?" My breath beat against my visor.

He didn't move.

The voice went on, "13, 13, 13..."

I jumped down from my perch.

"Hey. Don't break formation" My fire-team leader barked, "We have point advantage. We sit here, we win"

"It will only be a second." I said over my shoulder

"13, 13, 13..." The voice mocked.

It was in the north-most quadrant, I knew that. I readied my rifle and looked across the double doors. Nothing.

I checked around the inner hallway. Still nothing.

I moved closer, edging my way into enemy territory.

Not even a blip on the tracker.

"13, 13, 13..." The voice marched on.

I decided to do it. I saw the ledge that overlooked the enemy team's backline. I cocked my knees and leapt once then twice up to the ledge. Hurriedly I swept my aim across the horizon...

"13, thir-"

The voice fell silent.

My blood quickened. A glint of red appeared far-off behind bravo team's flag. With a crack of a rifle, I was brought to a familiar void of lifelessness as my ghost readied my resurrection. Clasped to the source of the glint, a hunter appeared out of the shadows gripping his sniper. With a dip of his body he returned to the shadows.

"14, 14, 14..."