Josh blinked, bored beneath his helmet. He marched through the halls of the ship, making his way towards one of the many large hangers of Infinity. In his right hand was his rifle- an MA5B. In his left was nothing, really. His heavy armor clanked with each step of the ship, marching past crew members and marines a plenty as he pushed through the doors to the hanger. He scanned the massive place carefully, scouting out his target...
Found it. Him, it. Whatever. He found his target. With a heavy thud, he took a seat next to Cast.
"Hey." He said, sitting, facing away from him. "Where the hell is everybody else?" He asked, obviously referring to a lack of Spectre Alpha around.
"Would be a shame if we ended up late." He joked, chuckling. He slid off his helmet, rubbing his gloved hand along his head as he looked about.
He turned his head slightly, looking at the Marines that were lined up. "These ours? Not bad." He mutters.