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Chapter 5
07:30
The Battle was going well. Their battle was. Reach's battle wasn't. ODG-331 had just been destroyed, along with it, most of the SPARTAN's. Now the MAC guns were slowly being melted, one-by-one.
Kat-320.... could care about that at the moment. She was presently locked in a battle with a particularly crafty Elite. Plasma blade vs Pure MJOLNIR/Spartan Strength.
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The Special Issue ARRFT Warthog bounced along the road. Will enjoyed driving the warthog, he had always been a good driver. The sight of the Chain link fence, that surrounded the Complex, suddenly came into view. William drove through the destroyed gate..... not good.
''-blam!-'' Will said, as he entered the complex. Everything that should have been there..... wasn't. The bunkers which had been there, were now smoking wrecks. In there place were hastily built, poly-crete bunkers. The Scorpion main battle tanks, were nowhere to be seen. The Company of 500 Marines, Of which Will had been a part. Were now smoking corpses, all piled up against the chain link fence. William Nearly lost his stomach. The Warthog screeched to a halt in the middle of the Complex.
He wanted to scream, all this had happened...... and he had hid in his bunker, un-aware of his Company's plight.
A extremely disconcerting sight suddenly met his eyes. A SPARTAN appeared to hugging a Elite. The two figures were standing a few feet away from his warthog, wrapped around each other. Will wasn't sure which bit was more strange. The fact that a proper SPARTAN was standing in front of him, or the fact that it was hugging a Elite.
With a wet Squelch the Spartan withdrew a Energy Sword from the Elite's stomach. oh Will thought, realising that it hadn't been a hug, rather a death grip. The SPARTAN flicked off the sword before tossing it on the ground. The figure turned it's visor on Will, who suddenly felt very..... scared. ''Who are you?'' it asked, with thick Russian accent and a voice which Will guessed was a woman's. The SPARTAN was.... elegant..... well as much as a suit of armour, weiging 1000 pounds, could be elegant. It was a pleasant blue colour, dashed with the odd splash of purple blood.
''P-private William Exeter'' Will stammered. The blank look of the visor, much scarier than any Drill sergeant's angry face. The SPARTAN picked it's discarded MA5B rifle off the Complex's floor. Another SPARTAN suddenly appeared, jumping out of a bunker. It ran at a startling speed towards the warthog, before jarring to a halt, just in front of the Jeeps bumper.
This SPARTAN was a lot scarier than the first one. It was HUGE at least 7 and a half feet tall, chunky armour, holding a 6 barrelled Gatling gun and covered in purple blood, it was truly terrifying. No elegance about this brute. Will suddenly realised that the first one was a female SPARTAN, This was a male SPARTAN. Christ, poor Covvie bastards Will thought, suddenly feeling very sorry for any Covenant, which had the misfortune to meet one of these.
The large figure turned to the comparatively small figure of the blue SPARTAN. '' They just ordered April'' he said, in a pleasant British accent.
Order April..... uh-oh Will thought. Order April was the general order for retreat. Reach had been lost, he was trapped, going to die, surrounded by a load of SPARTAN's and aliens.
"We need to get out of here" The female SPARTAN said, looking around at Will, then back at the massive SPARTAN.
"Agreed-"
"How? All the roads are crammed with aliens" Will said, slightly panicky. The two SPARTAN's looked at him, both visors showing Bugger all.
"The road you just came do-"
"It's got about 50,000 bad guys coming down it" Will said, now officially freaking out. The SPARTAN's exchanged glances, if you could see their faces....
Another massive SPARTAN appeared, this one with a massive white skull painted on it's helmet. It was carrying a shotgun, with a under-slung grenade launcher.
"What about that road" The new SPARTAN asked, pointing to the thin, mud road which ran out of the base.
"Ends in a 200 foot drop into the Mariah" William said, still panicking. The SPARTAN's all looked at his Warthog and the Rockets which had been fastened onto the side.
"You've got Retro's and hovers" Mike observed. "Good, plan sorted, let's hit the road" He said, disappearing back into a bunker.
"OI hang on, what ab-" Will started to protest.
"Just drive, we'll catch you up" The other MASSIVE SPARTAN said. Will started the Engine and drove out of the Complex.
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"Christ, trust our luck to get him" Jorge grunted, as he lifted a J-7 backpack on.
"Come on, The covvies are about to get here" Carter said, already in his J-7.
The SPARTAN's ran out of the base, just as a Wraith tank entered the Complex.
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The Warthog bounced, Will concentrated. The Lush Reach forest was flying past him, a blur as the Jeep blasted along the path. He glanced in his rear-view mirror. The SPARTAN's were there, keeping pace with the Warthog. There was six of them now, all sprinting, wearing ultra-modern J-7 jump-packs.
The Road suddenly ended, Will focused on his mirror, didn't see it. The Warthog flew off the edge and plummeted towards the lake....