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Part Four - Uninvited Guests
"So, Fingers got into my pod, shook me awake, then we ran out of there." Eagle said, sitting down, back against the wall.
"That explains it then-- we thought you three were dead," Wolf replied.
"It's ganna take more than a lousy drop and some dumb ass aliens to kill me," Eagle laughed, removing his helmet. The team and I had come into an abandoned building, where we started resting, and discussed our orders.
"Sir?" I asked, turning to Wolf.
"Bucket?" he answered.
"How are we ganna get out of here? I mean, we were supposed to leave through a Pelican-- but the Ohio... was... destroyed," I swallowed.
"We stick to our objective, we blow the Tiara. We'll compromise." Wolf answered.
"Maybe we can get ahold of one of the Polic Pelicans here in the city, I know how to fly one," Fingers suggested.
"Sounds good to me... I ain't lookin' forward to going kabloomy with the city." Boomer agreed.
"Done." Wolf said. "We get to the station, and secure a Pelican. Once we're there, we discuss plans further more. Understood?" Wolf asked.
"Ooh-rah!" we replied.
Wolf stood up, and grabbed his BR55. Eagle unslung his SRS, and Boomer readied his SPNKR. I followed with my M7, and we walked out of the building. Right as we exited, we saw a helluva lot of Elites in the street. All of us double-timed it back inside.
"Damn!" Boomer cursed.
"What now?" Fingers asked.
"We can take 'em," Wolf concluded. "Eagle, get your ass on the rooftop. Use your sniper to take out as much as you can. Boomer, you and Bucket exit out the back and see if you can't flank those squidheads. Only use your launcher if any vehicles stroll along. Fingers and I will stay in the front, nobody fire until I give the signal," he ordered. We all nodded, then went immidiately to our positions.
Boomer and I kicked open the back door, and hugged the walls to the street corner. When I looked around, nearly seven Elites stood in the street, scaveging. As if they were looking for something.
"Sir?" I whispered over comm.
"What, Bucket?" Wolf asked.
"The Elites are scaveging the street... liek they're looking for something..." I trailed off, creasing my brow in thought.
"Looking for something? If they're looking to speed their way on to hell, we'll give them a shortcut." Wolf said.
"Yes sir." I replied.
"Everyone in position?" Wolf asked. The entire team, including myself, confirmed the Captain's question. "Open fire," he said.
Eagle was the first to let off a shot. His bullet landed in an Elite's head, and it dropped.
"Booh-yah..." he said over comm. I removed myslef from cover, and sprayed the bastards with my M7. The aliens retaliated by taking cover, and shooting their weapons. Boomer ran across the street, ducking under a turned over car. Fingers and Wolf fired from the front of the buidling, taking out a couple of the Elites. Odd, there wasn't any grunts. Must have been an Elite team of... well... Elite's.
I lobbed a couple of frags, taking one out. The last two unsheathed their blades and charged me. Eagle took out one, but cursed over comm as he reloaded. I sprayed the last, but it was nearly on top of me. My gun clicked, and I thought I was dead until Boomer jumped onto the beast, and grabbed its neck. He struggled for a second, then made a sharp, twisting motion. The Elite fell to the floor, dead.
"Four," Boomer said, panting.
"Huh?" I said, confused. He looked up.
"That's four times I've saved your life." he answered.
Wolf and Fingers pulled up beside us, and Eagle slid down a water pipe to the street floor.
"We really showed them!" Eagle said gleefully. Wolf looked off in the distance, and leveled his rifle.
"Want to show them some more?" he asked. The rest of us looked to where he had been looking, only to see another half a dozen Elites coming right for us.
"Back, inside the building!" Wolf said. We sprinted into the building and slammed the door shut. "Boomer, place some charges on the doors. Blow them when the bastards come in."
"Why aren't there any damn grunts?!" Boomer yelled, pissed off.
"I've noticed that, too. Guess they're sending the best of the best after us." I replied. Boomer placed the charges, then pulled back, taking cover behind a few crates. The rest of us got into position, too. Moments later, Elites bust down the doors. Boomer detonated the charges, taking a couple of the squidheads out in the process. Then, grunts poured in.
"Guess they are sending some of the little bastards after all!" Boomer said, firing rounds into their heads. I shrugged, then fired off some lead as well. I noticed an Elite pulling up to Fingers' piece of cover, and I ran to it, sticking to the shadows. The bastard was about to get the jump on Fingers, until I dug my blade into its neck. The body toppled right beside him, and he looked at me with a startle.
"Thanks," he said, sighing in relief. I ducked beside him, retreiving my blade.
"First rule of battle, little one," I said, with a slight sense of humor in my voice. "Don't let the enemy see you. Stealth is important. Never let the enemy know where you are." I concluded.
"Come get me, I'm right here, Squidheads! Want a piece of this, come on! I'm right here!" Boomer laughed, pulling up besides Fingers and I.
"Of course there are other schools of thought," I said, shaking my head.
"Enemy don't like it when you shoot them, figured that out myself," Boomer laughed. Wolf and Eagle were near us too, within a few moments.
"We can't stay here, there's too many! Make a run for the exit!" he ordered, spraying off a few shells. The ODSTs and I shrugged, and got out of our cover, running for the door. A bolt of plasma grazed me, but did no real damage. But, Boomer wasn't so lucky. I heard him scream in pain, as he dove out the door. He set his back against a wall.
"My stomach!" he yelled, voice full of pain. I looked at him a moment-- a huge plasma burn had taken up most of his torso.
"Oh, shi-- you'll be okay! We'll get you out!" I said, pulling up beside him. The rest of the team gave us covering fire, but couldn't do it for long.
"We have to MOVE!" Wolf shouted, reloading.
"Leave me, get out of here!" Boomer yelled, shoving me. I knocked his hand away, then grabbed him with both of my arms. "What are you doing! I'll just slow you down!" he yelled, furious.
"You know the old saying," I replied. He let out a laugh, mixed with a cry of pain.
"When you can't run, you crawl..." he said.
"And when you can't crawl?" I asked. He laughed again.
"You find someone to carry you." he answered. It was an old saying in the ODSTs, and we lived up to it well. Fingers grabbed Boomer's legs, and I grabbed his shoulders. We hauled him out of there, following Eagle and Wolf. Soon enough, the pursuit had stopped, and we were, once again, hiding. I gently set Boomer down, and looked at Wolf who was sitting miserably against a wall.
"Sir?" I asked. He looked up, but didn't reply. "Do you think we'll make it out of here?"
"I don't know," Wolf said. "I don't know."
[Edited on 08.25.2009 6:22 PM PDT]