The command ended in a muffled clang; then Fred flew back into the adit, arms spread wide and a tire-size boulder in his faceplate. Veta's imaging systems showed a Jiralhanae-size blob starting out of the stope after the Spartan-then the thermals were washed out by the blinding glare of four powerful lamps.
	...
	The headlamps rose, then dipped as the vehicle's front wheels bounced over Fred's armored body. An instant later, the rear wheels reached him, and the orange glow of taillights briefly illuminated the passage beyond. Veta glimpsed a massive rock pile, probably a cave-in, and knew why Papa-10 had stopped to fight.
	There had been no place for them to run.
	Veta checked Fred's status on her HUD. His respiration was elevated and his heart rate racing, but both were steady. Not bad for a guy who had just been run over by ten-ton machine.