Honorius Sigma, 3206. The men of the Hell-raisers were making there way towards the opposition, all was eerily quiet, and that was never a good sign. In the roar of battle you at least knew where everyone was. Now, however, there could be a lone sniper, or a whole squad lying in wait, and there was danger in not knowing. The scanners in Buck's eye were giving no sign of the opposition, but then again, all it took was a well trained hacker to down the surveillance satellites, which was why he preferred a feed from drones, but right now, he didn't have that luxury. Cradled in his arms was his rifle, a Sigmund and Co M386, chambered for a 7.62mm round, and fitted with optics and some sensors. "Stay low and maintain intervals" Buck whispered through the com-link.