Breezes traveled through the canopy far overhead, swaying branches and casting strange patterns of shadow across the green-gray armor of two young Spartans that had yet to activate the SPI's camouflage systems. They sat very still, hidden at the edge of a glade where shafts of sunlight shone on a bright orange flag planted in the center. Beyond the clearing’s edge, the morning’s gloom permeated the forest’s lower levels, surrounding the glade with emerald mist. Or maybe, His gaze strayed to the flag, . . . you could. Kodiak snorted, the faceless helmet giving him a brief stare. “Come on!”