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Assault Part 3: What no Pelican?!
Posted By: Joe Ehret<joehret@yahoo.com>
Date: 31 March 2004, 4:28 PM
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Linda's shields had been hit before that and were almost gone so the armor took most of it.
"Shi, Linda's down," Said Fred.
Just as Fred spoke Linda slowly picked herself off the ground and said "It's ok, I'm fine."
John seriously doubted it, but let her get up and back in the firefight. By this time the four Spartans were back peddling firing sheets of armor piercing rounds at the slowly advancing Covenant. John quickly slung his Battle Rifle and got his M90 shotgun and put four eight gauge shotgun shells into the nearest patch of Elites. Some Grunt squeaked at the dead Elite rolling toward them. The Chief put a shell into a charging Jackal which was sent flying backwards bumping into and knocking down and handful of Covenant soldiers.
"Fire in the hole," bellowed John and five seconds later four explosions roared through the narrow hallway and ripped apart the Covenant troops. The next thirty seconds were spent pushing back through the hallway and killing off the five or six Covenant stragglers.
"Spartans hold," the Chief said "scan the area for any Covenant including Invisible Elites at guard 'cause this is the last room before the control room."
They did so and only found three Grunts. The pressure door didn't open when the Master Chief walked up to it.
"Damn," the Chief swore "this door won't open without authorization and we don't have enough explosives to spare on it. Kelly go get an Elite uh, Gold or Black, preferably with a hand."
"Got it John" she responded and dashed off.
Thirty seconds later Kelly came back with a dead Gold Elite on her shoulder, she dropped him to the floor in front of the Chief. He picked it up and put its hand on the DNA scanner. There was a zip and a pop and the door slid open. John dropped the Elites bullet riddled corpse and leveled his rifle to the entrance, the only inhabitants were two engineers at the desk typing on the keypad. They stopped their typing, squawked at John and the other Spartans and floated away. John typed in the command the ONI officer had given him back on the Marauder where he was briefed. Their was odd squeaking and a pop as a purple semi-clear disk the size of John's thumbnail slid out of the keyboard. Against hundreds of different regulations John copied and downloaded the files into his suits memory storage area. He wanted to know what the ONI thought was on this disk that was so important that only a dozen or so people were told about this op. He put the crystal in his belt pouch and walked to the next pressure door. It slid open and inside was what appeared to a brig. Inside were twelve holding cells four of them holding ODST or Orbital Drop Shock Troopers.
"Man are we glad to see you we were in serious shit before you got here," grunted one of them he read as Cop. Sam Ryan.
The Chief nodded, jogged up the ramp and push the button to drop the force fields trapping the ODSTs.
"Thank God you got here they were going to execute us for sport in three ho...," cried Pvt. Jameson.
The Chief cut him off, "Lock and load, sprint down that hallway there are hundreds of dead Covenant I'm sure they won't mine letting you borrow their weapons."
John tossed the Corporal a Plasma Rifle and five grenades.
"Damn am I glad your on my side," he sighed.
One came back with a Plasma Rifle, one with a Needler and one with two Plasma Pistols.
"Now, let's get out of this hellhole and to a Pelican," shouted one ODST, Pvt. Chris Daniels
"Sorry, you're a snag, we had everything planned out and you guys are just in the way, but since you're here the plan is ," said John "we were supposed to get in, which we did, kill 80% of the Covenant, which we did, get a data crystal, which we did, level the place, have Will another Spartan pick us up in a stolen Covenant dropship, slip past dozens of Covenant Destroyers and Cruisers on patrol and get back to the Marauder all without taking any casualties."
"Holy hell I'm not sure which is worst that or execution." Pvt. Daniels grumbled.
"Stow it Marine remember you're under my command here," Growled the Master Chief, immediately silencing the Marine. "Uh, Spartans we nave a snag."
"What now," Linda snapped.
"Four ODSTs are here in the brig. All are armed, but still liabilities, especially mentally," responded an irritated Master Chief.
Three acknowledgment lights winked on his HUD.
"Fred, set the charges, Kelly stay with him then me us," John commanded "Linda and I will get the ODSTs to the LZ."
Three acknowledgment lights winked on, and the Spartans snapped to there duties.
"Delta formation around Linda, now" said John over the COM.
They exited the building coming across only four Grunts and a Jackal.
When they exited the building they hiked half a mile when the Chief said, "This is the LZ hold position until Fred and Kelly get out."
Two minutes later two blips appear on his motion sensors, they were identified as Fred and Kelly, four seconds later they were right next to the Master Chief.
"Mission accomplished John, charges set," said Kelly.
"Will what's your ETA," questioned John.
Three seconds later a response came from Will, "One minute John everything good down there?"
"Yeah, we found four captured ODSTs from the structure got them out and are ready to blow the place sky high," responded John.
Just then a dropship swooped into viewed. One Marine fired, John slammed his hand onto the ODST's Plasma Rifle, knocking it to the ground.
Will's voice crackled over the COM "Hold your damn fire it's me."
"Damn, sorry about that," said Cop. Ryan.
The dropship landed and opened it's carrier section.
"Load up, double time it people," Bellowed John, "Will get us the hell out of here."
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