Prometheus frowned at the AI. He didn't like the way he was being treated. He felt like he was receiving no respect. He decided that if anyone gave him anymore trouble, he'd shove respect up their---
"What do we do?" Arkady suddenly asked, looking at Prometheus as if he knew all the answers.
Prometheus's frown receded. "All we can do is wait and set up a defense."
He turned and reloaded his grenade launcher. Fal lightly touched him on the shoulder. Prometheus reacted violently with a powerful punch to the face, which sent Fal sprawling onto the ground. "Don't touch me," Prometheus growled.
Arkady smiled. "Touchy, much?"
That was the last straw. Prometheus grabbed Arkady and smashed him against the wall. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to stab you with something much sharper than your wit."
Prometheus let go. Arkady hit the ground like a sack of bricks. Prometheus turned away. Fal stood. "Calm down, Spartan. This is not the time to be fighting with each other. We have to stop and think."
Prometheus looked at the ground and then back up at Fal. "Alright."
Prometheus then proceeded to help Arkady up from the ground. Arkady nodded in a way that said, "I forgive you."
There was awkward silence while everyone was in deep thought, contemplating what they should do.
Suddenly, a smile crept across Fal's face. "I got it."
He turned and looked at the bloody mess of brutes that covered the ground. "What?" Arkady asked, puzzled.
Prometheus sighed. "No. No way."
"No way what?" Arkady asked.
"Come on," Fal said. "It's simple."
"No. It's too risky."
"What are you guys talking about?" Arkady asked, this time much louder.
Prometheus took a deep breath. "He wants us to use those disguising devices that the brutes had been using earlier."
"Think about it," Fal said slowly. "If they can turn a Brute into an Elite, I'm sure it can turn us into Brutes."
No one replied. They all knew it was risky, considering that if their plan somehow went wrong, it wouldn't be easy to fix. But they also knew it was their only choice.