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Part 6 - You Win Some, You Lose Some.
The five ODSTs had been hiding out in a three story building for about an hour now. They fed themselves with Rations, and rested awhile. Patrick was on look-out. While the rest of his friends were inside the building, he was on top of the roof with his trusty SRS. The sun was starting to set, and the darker it got, the more Covenant came into the streets. He could see easily dozens of Covenant from his vantage point, but trying to pick them off was a foolish idea. They'd be on his ass faster than a drill sergeant if he messed up. He looked around, keeping his eye out for anything suspicious. Then he found something.
"Guys," he said over the COM channel.
Amy replied a few seconds late. "Yeah?" she asked.
"I got something up here, come take a look." Patrick informed her.
"Alright. Hold on," she said. Within a minute, the ODSTs had come out of the trapdoor which lead to the roof.
"What is it?" Jason asked. Patrick handed him the sniper rifle.
"You see that collappsed bridge, over there," he pointed, "use the scope on it." Jason did.
"Holy hell..." he said breathlessly.
"What is it?" Tanner asked eagerly, trying to use the magnification his helmet supplies. It wasn't enough. "Is it our boys?" Tanner asked.
"No," Patrick replied. "It has four legs, a huge ass laser, and a helluvalot of baddies on it."
"Wait, I hope you don't mean a sc-" Tanner started.
"Scarab." Jason finished. Tanner sunk back against the ledge of the roof.
Patrick reclaimed his sniper, and studied the Scarab. It was doing nothing but sitting there. The entire squad stayed on the roof for about five minutes, until the Scarab let plasma fly from it's cannon. It wasn't aimed towards them.
"What the hell are they shooting at?" Jones asked.
"There's only one reason I can think of that the Covenant would send a Scarab. They're trying to take down a base camp." Amy hypothesised. "Alright, solders, let's move out. I want that Scarab down yesterday, you understand me?" She looked to Tanner. "Get your ass up, soldier! We have some Covenant ass to kick."
They arrived at the Scarab in about an hour. The siege was still going on. Patrick had a clear line of view now. They were only a hundred yards away fromt he damn thing. The Scarab was stationed on about half a click away from the Base Camp. It tore down buildings with its Plasma Cannon. If Pat and his squad didn't do something fast, that Base Camp would be done for.
"So, what's the plan?" Jason asked Amy. She was still thinking about how to take it down.
"Jones, are you a fast runner?" Amy asked. Jones looked at her in surprise.
"Uhm... yes, I mean, yes ma'am," He stuttered.
"Good, I want you to listen to me. On my mark, I want you to haul your ass to that Base, do you understand me, soldier? I need you to find out what the hell is going on, how many men are in there, and what supplies we have. Understood?"
Jones nodded. "Yes ma'am."
"Good, leave your equipment here, you'll need to be able to run fast." Amy said. Jones laid down his SMG and rucksack. Amy waited until the Scarabs Plasma cannon had to recharge.
"Mark!" she exclamed. Jones broke into a sprint. He wasn't lying when he said he could run fast, Patrick noticed. Jones was hauling ass. The squad watched while Jones made it to the Base Camp, gained access, and went inside.
"Alright - I'm in." Jones said over the COM channel.
"Confirmed," Amy replied. All of a sudden, plasma struck the wall next to her. She quickly turned around. As did the rest of the squad. There were three Grunts and a single Brute, Patrick saw. The squad ran for cover.
"Where the hell did they come from?" Tanner yelled. Everyone ignored the question. Rounds flew from MA5B assault rifles, SMG's, and Patricks SRS. Jason managed to get rid of one of the Gruns, until he was hit in the chest by the Brute's spiker. He screamed in pain, and fell to the ground. Amy went to his side, and gave some covering fire. Patrick got a clean hit on the Brute in the torso, but that only made him go berserk.
"Oohh, you're ganna get it now, aliens!" Patrick heard one of the Grunts say through his translators. Patrick was about to finish the Brute with a round to the skull, when his Rifle clicked. No ammo in the magazine. Tanner brought up his SMG to fire, but the Brute was already on him. He grabbed Tanner's SMG, discarded it, and sent Tanner flying into the wall.
Amy tried shooting, too, but a grunt got her in the back with his plasma pistol. Patrick was the only one left in the fight, it seemed. He threw his SRS to the floor, and struggled for his sidearm. The Brute was about six feet away from him. He unloaded into the Brute, but it's hide, and thick armor, blocked most of the bullets. Patrick ran out of ammo fast. He switched to his combat knife, and was ready for close combat. If he lived through this, he's probably be the first ever human to survive a close encounter with a Brute. Amy rolled over on her side, and shot the remaining grunts with her MA5B. They both dropped. Tanner was unconscious. And Jason was too badly wounded to even move. Thing's didn't look good.
The Brute charged Patrick, but he rolled out of the way. The Brute went in for a second attack, and slammed Patrick on the ground. He was pinned down by the Brutes foot. He quickly jabbed at it with his knife, and the Brute released him, crying in rage. Patrick rushed the Brute, dug the knife in his chest, and jumped back. The Brute remained staning for a few seconds before dropping to his knees. Then to the ground.
Patrick gasped for breath, and went to check on his squad mates. He helped Amy up, and lean against a wall. Then focused on Jason. He was struggling to breathe.
"Jason... Jason, are you alright? It's me. Patrick." Patrick said. Jason slid the visor back on his helmet, revealing his face. Blood was squirting from his mouth.
"Pat-" He coughed. "Patrick.... I... I don't think I'll make it through this one." He said, blinking away tears.
"Just don't talk, okay? We'll get you to a medic, just hold on." He was about to help Jason up, when he grabbed ahold of his hand. Patrick stopped.
"Patrick... I won't be able to make it... I can't even-" He was running out of breath. "I can't even wa- walk..." He finished.
"When you can't run, you crawl." Patrick said. Jason's eyes widened.
"And when you can't crawl..." Jason added.
"You find someone to carry you." Amy finished, leaning on Patricks side. It had been an old saying of the ODST.
The conversation was cut short by a distant explosion. Patrick looked up and saw that the explosion came from the Scarab. "What the hell?" he said. The Scarab collappsed, and exploded. Overhead, through the smoke, Patrick saw Hornets fly by. Marines came rushing out of the Base Camp. Jones caught up with his squad.
"What the hell happened...?" Jones asked, inspecting his damaged squad. No one answered. Patrick looked back down towards Jason, and noticed he wasn't breathing. Jason was dead. Patrick felt a tear run down his face. He had known Jason for years. And now he was gone. He knelt down, closed Jason's eyes, collected his tags, and saluted.
[Edited on 07.10.2009 4:36 PM PDT]