Typical COG politics, say everything that sounds right without confirming if it could actually be done. They had no choice anymore, and Jordan supposed that it fit the general electricity in the air. Everyone else had feel it too, desperation replaced by morale and adrenaline. They only had one shot.

If not, they'd make good examples to future Locust generations when they get mounted on the walls in some museum. He slipped a hand through his short black hair with a sigh, his blue eyes flicking over to his Commander.

It didn't matter much, either way. Jordan fumbled with the battered Boomshield setting at his feet. He wished he could carry the damn thing on his back, or something. But he made do, using it quite often put him in some pretty damn good fitness.

Once he heard his esteemed leader spit out his orders, he shifted the shield unto his forearm with a small grunt; his hand straying to the Gorgon at his hip. Time to earn his food rations. He didn't pity the men heading down to The Hollow, but the famous Delta Squad was heading down with them. They'd probably need every hero they could get.

Jordan hoped they had some up here, too.