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Spartan III project by Hammer 220
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spartan III project
Date: 25 April 2005, 3:52 AM
Sep, 15, 2552
Sol System / Earth / Northwestern Hemisphere
North America / Texas / Houston / Downtown
1525 MT
A cold wind blew through the glass stairwell. The weather had been chaotic for the last seven hours......then again....everything in the city was chaotic right about now. They had landed about fourteen hours ago, scouting out the lower districts of the city, but as his squad searched the interior cityscape of buildings, the young elite had a twisted feeling in his stomach that this was a doomed mission. Even though most of the squads had put human ground forces into tight-quarters combat, he knew that the humans were unpredicatable.
"Show some honor. The unggoy are not even as paranoid as you," said his squad commander as they swiftly ascended the winding stairs, "we seen the humans come this way, and they must not be allowed to---," a loud ping! cut him off, followed by another, and another as the sound grew closer to them. Suddenly, from the flight of stairs above, a small, green, spherical object dropped, and bounced right in front of them. The commander pushed the elite back, and yelled "grenade!," but was drowned out as the object detonated, instantly killing the three confused grunts, and causing the concrete floor that the red elite stood on to crumble away. The other elite escaped the blast, but the shear force of it had knocked him into a wall. Now fighting to stand up, he caught sight of his commander lying in a heap on the flight of stairs below. The blast had charred his entire side, and he could see blood coming out from the rubble that layed across his broken body. There was nothing the elite could do for him...he was already dead. His commander....his brother had saved his life, pushed him away from the blast that would have killed him instantly. He was enraged now, infuriated, and wanted vengence. Pushing the pain in his leg out of his mind, he looked up to see who had caused the death of his squad. On the flight above the stairs his squad had just stood on, in the shadows, stood a human, bracing something on its shoulder. The Sangheili looked closer, and was able to make out the humans features. She was tall, had middle-length hair which was partially covered by her hoodie hat that she wore under her helmet. The elite was taken back at the sight of her. She was.....different, not like other human women. She was well built, and her kevlar/titanium armor added to her bodies natural structure. Even though human women were considered easier opponents, the elite was unsure, and even hesitant about this one. Still, the thought of his squad pressed into his mind, and he was once again enveloped in rage. No matter who she was, she was going to pay with her life. The elite growled with rage, picked up a fallen plasma rifle his commander was carrying, and unleashed a volley of plasma fire at the human. He fired about four shots when the rifle dimmed, stopped firing, and went completely dead. The puzzled elite read the charge on the weapon......zero. The rifles power core had cracked with the explosion, and the energy had slowly bled from inside. The elite cursed, then looked up to see his enemy.........she had not moved a step.
"Cursed, vile, animal. You will die for your cowardace."
The elite noticed a smile play across the womans face. "You first, split-lip," she said as she moved the object on her shoulder, and pointed it at the elite. Only then did he notice the weapon that the woman had been carrying. He could only flinch as the woman sighted him in, and pulled the trigger. The rocket hit its mark, and blew stone, glass, and flesh from the 24th story of the tower......and sent the elite to join his squad......
"When will they ever learn," she thought to herself. She knew they were coming. It wasn't hard to miss them coming through the front door. If she was any more ready for them, she would have probably fell asleep. The young woman sighed, then jumped down to the bloody scene she had just created.
"This group wasn't packing light," she said to herself as she relieved the grunt bodies of their fuel-rod guns, and ammo clips. The group she had just disposed of had killed the fire team stationed on the bottom floor of the tower. She listened over the COM. as the marines valiantly fought their hardest, but slowly one by one, their voices disappeared off the radio. There was nothing she could do. She was too far up the tower to make it back down. So she did the only thing she could think of......she waited for them to come to her. They weren't alone either. There were two more groups in the tower, advancing through different levels.
"Thats enough fun for one afternoon," she told herself, after she had finished picking up two plasma grenades. Suddenly, she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye. She quickly raised her M19 to her shoulder, ready to blow whatever it was away with one good squeeze of its trigger......but nothing. She looked around, her eyes moving all around, but saw nothing except an empty starewell. She had been trained better than that though.
"Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there," she had always been taught. She quickly checked the motion tracker on her helmets OPSAT display.........nothing.
"There was something there....I know it!!," she told herself. After a minute or so she thought, "Theres' no time for this, I got to get out of here A.S.A.P." She pulled a repel cord from her satchel, and began to bolt it to the side of the building, getting ready to pull out. Out of no where, a plasma blade materialized from thin air, followed by the sound of a very angry elite.
"He was camoflouged, knew it!! Damn!!," but she couldn't reach her weapon in time. The elite let out a growl of rage, and slashed the blade like lightning from the sky, threatening to remove her head with one stroke. As the elite bore the blade down on her, twin shots, sounding like answering thunder, came from across in the other tower. The elites cloak and sheilds all failed within the first exposing shot, and its head whipped back with the second that came a split second apart from the first. She watched as the elites body crumpled to the floor....
"Show off," she said over the COM.
"Now now Anna, you should really learn to play nice with the friendly alien bastards," came the reply.
She looked out across to the other tower. About two storied higher than hers, Hammer, one of her teammates, waved from his perch with one hand, and reloaded his S2 sniper rifle with the other.
"Yea yea Hammer, cover my exit down the side, will you," she said as she hooked herself to the repel line.
"Gottcha! No problem," he said, retaking his position in the shadow of the office window. "Be careful though, there are four jackals coming up your stairwell. You might want to--," he was cut off by the explosions of two frag grenades. The spot where the jackals were ascending the stairwell, was replaced by purple stains on the wall.".........nevermind. Now who's showing off!?," said Hammer, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
She laughed as she strapped her M19 over her shoulder, and clipped the fuel-rod gun to the back of her vest. Then she slowly repelled down the side of the tower, being careful at each floor so as not to run into any unexpected guest. At about the 16th floor, Hammer broke in over the COM.
"Anna, my position has been spotted. Can you put a rocket right where I'm standing in about 12 seconds?," he said.
"Of course! I can put a rocket anywhere, stupid," she said. "But why? What are you trying to do?,"....but there was no reply. She knew not to second guess her teammate, and she was already two seconds in, so she counted down. "...6...5...4...3...2...1..." she squeezed off the second round in the chamber of her Jackhammer. It flew straight and true for Hammers mark, exploding about 2 feet below the window. Hammers plan worked perfectly as three jackal bodies came hurling from the blast, and fell into the street with a Splat!!
"Good job Anna," came Hammers voice into her head set.
"And where in the world did you go?," asked Anna, obviously bewildered. Hammer laughed, and said, "You know a good sniper never reveals his secrets."
Anna smirked sarcastically at his comment, "who's a good sniper? I don't see him," she thought to herself. She was, of course, just kidding. Her team was the best of the best. All three of them were the best of their group, and they worked to keep it that way. Hammer emerged from a 14th story window and fastened his own repel line.
"You go, I'll cover you," said Hammer, as he slid into a mounted position against the side of the building. They had to get out of there, the quicker the better. Anna picked up the pace, ignoring the windows on the way down. When she reached the bottom, she began to unclip her harness from the line when Hammer yelled over the radio, "Duck!"
She jumped to the ground just in enough time to see the stream of light from a jackals beam rifle cut through the air right where her neck had been.
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