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Scythe slithered his way up a ridge, hoping to get a better vantage point to orient themselves and get the hell off of Luna. When he reached the top, he crouched behind a rock and summoned his Ghost. "Heard anything more from those RFID tags?"

< Just a chirp here and there. I'm not even sure they're still functional weapons. >

"Still, something doesn't smell right." Scythe growled as he scanned the horizon through the scope of his Wire Rifle. He thought he saw the sunlight glinting off a piece of glass, but it could have just as easily been a shard of mica. Not like the Hive used scopes, anyway. The Hunter got up and proceeded to half-slide, half Blink his way down the ridge. As he approached Arxus, he whispered "My Ghost picked up some old City RFID tags a while back. I don't know what they're from, but I'm not sure that we're alone here."

Scythe began to climb the ridge on the other side of the ravine to get another angle on where he had seen the glint. He was reminded of the time that he approached what appeared to be a friendly band of scavengers in the Mojave. They were friendly, until they tried to kill him. He escaped, and returned with a Blade strike force to exterminate every last one of them.