Arming the grenade launcher, he listens for any activity around the corner. The telltale cry of a remote turret being setup sounds. "Crap!" he thinks, "It's guarded!" Then he grins, thinking of the glory yet one more kill will bring him and his tribe, the Keleth of the Diamond Sword.

"Phut! Phut! Phut!" He ricochets three grenades off the wall and around the corner into the flag room. Flipping on his shields and grabbing his plasma gun, he dashes in. A half-dead guard brings up a spinfuser and gets a face full of plasma for the trouble. Drath picks up her ammo as he runs over her still smoking corpse.

"Amazing! Nobody else guarding the flag! Those Blood Eagles are so eager for battle that they forgot what they're fighting for!" Laughing, he grabs the enemy flag. He radios to his tribe "I have the enemy flag! Heading back to base. Cover me!" Drath runs back to the air vent, dropping mines in his wake.

Now the hard part starts. He has to get back to base, alive.