Michael was debating whether to ditch the 51, but he was not suited for freezing temperatures, and his skinny, brittle bones wouldn't hold up to the intense cold.

"Sir, you're going to give our position away. Why don't you just leave the 51 there? We need to stay silent!" Elliott said. But Michael smiled behind the armor.

"Here's the plan: you two go in stealthy style, and I will lay down distractions. Fire while you gather intelligence and make it to the cannons. I'll meet you there." He shot off like a rocket right above them. Elliott, who kept his cool, held his breath.

His jets cooled down as soon as he breached the top of the cliffside. He guided his fall, entering a small cave below an invading force. "Look up!" Michael landed on top and fired at the other guy with his own assault rifle.

Below him was an entire lineup of tanks that continued for about 4 minutes before more soldiers followed suite. He stomped and walked like there was no care for his own safety. While Elliott sneaked by, he distracted the guards, most of whom had .308 snipers.

To Jones, Michael looked like he just kicked a guy and his head exploded, but he had no weapons, just smashing them barehanded. Elliott practically dragged Jones away from watching Michael fight.

He had no intention of using the zip bands to get over on the invading forces. The Red Army was not going down without a fight. He had 12 men, all firing snipers at him. At first, he didn't feel it, but as they hit him, it became increasingly difficult to move, and the heat was the worst part. When he started smelling burning plastic, he thought it was him.

But before he could panic, he saw the shoes of the guy he just threw off the cliff had stayed behind. His shoe had an explosive inside. He kicked them, but it was too late; it exploded in his face.

As soon as his ears stopped ringing, he made use of his hacking skills and turned the turrets back on the ones firing at him from the other side of the gully. The gunshots rang as his shock faded away. He had a choice: throw the frag grenade at the ones left or wait for the... he felt the cemented walls crumbling above his head. When he ducked and let it fly just above the peephole.

He was unsure if it made it, but then he heard commotion and yelling, followed by an explosion, then silence; he knew he got them.

Meanwhile, Elliott was abseiling down the icy rocks with Jones when they heard some radio chatter. They reached forward base before him, but Michael entered soon after, waiting for the next mission. He was not letting exhaustion get to him, ready to go. Elliott and Jones both took a breath, handed the technical documents to Major Stevens, who was simultaneously giving them a new mission brief.

Looking back, waiting for the crew, Michael was handed a medal. They called it the Brotherhood's Honor, the metallic symbol of the sword and shield. His head bowed as Major Stevens handed it to him. The magnetic badge lifted off the major's hand and clinked to Michael's TB51.

"Elliott looked, or tried to look, at the person inside the Advanced TB51, but his eyes were yellow. "What are you looking at, soldier?" asked Major Stevens, who was unaware of anything out of the ordinary.

"Nothing, sir!" He snapped to attention then waited, his eyes turned to Michael inside the TB51. He could see everything: their heartbeat, whether it's cold or hot, even if there are animals or human signatures.