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P.20
The squad entered the atmosphere, and the pods started heating up. "Anyone else a little hot?" Dante said. Everyone but Boomer laughed.
"Impact in five," Canine stated, "Let's do this."
The pods slammed into the ground behind friendly lines around the city's outskirts. They kicked their doors off, and took a quick observation. "Go go go!" Shadow yelled, pointing at the beginning a trench thirty meters ahead. "Friendlies coming into the trench from the city side." Shadow alerted over the COM.
A man appeared at the entrance of the trench, waving for them to come. When they reached him, they ran into the trench, and kneeled down by an ammo crate. "Private Silvers U.S. Army Rangers!" The soldier shouted over the boom of artillery, tanks, and gunfire, his eyes wandered over to the Dante, "Sh1t, they sent some serious firepower!"
"Yeah yeah yeah," Shadow said, "What's the situation."
"We've got a hill about sixty meters in front of us. There's eight tanks on top, and behind it three SAM sites! We're taking casualties like there's no tomorrow! We need to take out those SAM sites and call in some air support to cook the hill!" A tank shell slammed into the ground above them, showering the soldier's with dirt.
Another Ranger approached, "Looks like the swabbies finally sent in some help. I'm Lieutenant Sanderson, the CO here."
"I filled them in sir." Silvers said.
"A Spartan, just what we needed. There's a Striker Mortar further up in the trench, but the damn innies got in and are pressing hard. They took that part of the trench, and we need it back."
Private Silvers turned to His CO, "Permission to accompany them?"
"Denied!" Sanderson shouted over the boom of a nearby explosion.
"My best friend was in that section of the trench sir!" Lieutenant Sanderson nodded, and Silvers trotted off with red team. They passed by loads of dead and dying men as they headed for their objective. Empty med kits lay in the dirt. Medics were starting to take the blood soaked rags off of the dead and use them on the wounded.
A medic stepped in the way of the squad, holding up his hand. "Wait wait! Are you guys going to the north section of the trench?"
"Rodger that." Silvers replied.
"Please, if you see any medical supplies." The Ranger's face was desperate. It hurt just to look at it. Dante nodded, and a sliver of relief hit the medic's face. They turned the corner, and ducked as bullets flew over their heads. Shadow landed right on top of a dead body, it's mid section blown away. Getting up he pressed his back against a metal crate, and peeked around the side, firing off a three shot burst into a man's face.
His quick glance of the innies confirmed that they now were a legitimate fighting force. They wore dark grey gas masks with two red circular eyeholes. The rest of their body was covered in red and grey plating. They weren't to be underestimated.
When the Chief popped back up, two of the five enemy soldiers turned to run. The ones who stayed were killed almost instantly by Dante, and the other two were shot in the back by Boomer and Canine. "Suck it!" Canine shouted, firing his BR55 into the head of a dead insurrectionist.
Shadow looked behind him and saw Private Silvers on the ground, his hands covering the back of his head. It was understandable. He was just a boy, and saying he'd gone through the wringer was an understatement. The ODST reached out a hand. "On your feet soldier, we have a job to do." Silvers took it, and stood.
Red team moved on, and turned the next corner. Saline's voice crackled over the radio, Take your next left, and you'll come to a destroyed area of the trench. You'll be in the open, and vulnerable to the tanks, so move quickly.
"Affirmative." Dante said. He took the left, and ran across the open, heading for the entrance to the trench. A loud "BOOM!" sounded off, and a tank shell shot through the air. Dante turned to deflect it. He only had time to realize that he was too late.
Inches from E18's face, someone tackled him with such force that when he hit the ground he was nearly knocked unconscious. The tank shell flew overhead, and exploded behind him. Dante looked up as a tall armored figure got to it's feet, took his hand, and threw him over his shoulder.
Dante's savior dove into the entrance to the second half of the trench, and put him down. The rest of his team was crouched around him. "Is he dead?" Canine asked.
"No," A deep, rough voice replied, "He's just dazed." Dante's vision cleared, and above him was the savior of the universe.
Dante got to his knees. He wanted to ask so many questions, but there was no time for that. For now, he would just have to make himself seem Spartan like. "Spartan E18 Master Chief."
"Spartan 117," The second Spartan replied, "Master Chief."
"Call me Dante."
Canine closed one eye half way. "So we can call you Dante and you won't be pissed?"
Dante nodded, "For now." They were about to continue when a bright flash of light went off overhead. They looked up to see the Orbital Defense HQ in pieces.
"No!" Shadow shouted. He dropped his gun, and slumped down against the trench wall. The crack of gunfire and booming explosions sounded all around him, but he heard none of it.
"Sh1t." Canine sighed, "Let's go, we'll come back for him."
The Master Chief proceeded, but the others took a moment before following. Silvers looked at the team nervously, "Why's he so broken up?"
"It's nothing." Canine replied. He raised a hand, and everyone stopped. "Where's Boomer?" The squad looked ahead and behind, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"There's no time to look for him," Dante said, "We have to get to that Striker Mortar before they breach our lines." The next turn led the squad into a large square. Munitions were packed in crates, and other supplies filled the area. It was a gold mine. The down side was that there was at least sixty Innies positioned in it, packing things and rummaging through the boxes. It didn't take very long for them to notice red team.
The Chief dashed right into the square, firing his two SMGs in opposite directions, cutting at least seven innies down. Priming a grenade, he threw it at an innie. It lodged in the man's skull, and detonated, killing three nearby men.
Dante jumped on top of one of the crate stacks, and fired down with his battle rifle. Bullets pinged off of his overshield as he emptied his clip. When his gun clicked, he jumped off of the stack, and kicked an insurrectionist to the ground, landing so his boot smashed the man's skull like a pumpkin.
Private Silvers took a deep breath, then entered the square. He nearly ran right into an insurrectionist. Pulling his knife out, he gutted the man, and sheathed his blade. "Rangers lead the way b1tch." He slammed his back against a crate, and peeked around it's corner. An Innie was aiming a rocket launcher right at Dante and the Chief, who were back to back mowing innies down. Silvers realized that if this idiot fired the rocket launcher, all of the munitions would go off, and the square would light up like the fourth of July. He fired his MA5B, and replaced the innie's brains with led.
Canine stabbed a man in front of him, then twirled his knife around, stabbing one at his back. He spun around, and threw his blade, lodging it right between the two red eyeholes in an innie's mask, causing him to fall over backwards like a board. He heard a click from behind, and turned to see someone pointing an empty gun directly at his head. "fucI<!" The man shouted. Canine punched the soldier in the face, knocking him out instantly. A bullet to his brain insured that he wouldn't be getting back up.
"That's the last of them." Dante said.
"Striker Mortar retrieved." 117 said, extending its three prongs, jamming it into the ground. He flipped out its control panel, and it displayed a map of the battlefield. Zooming in, the Chief put in the coordinates of the three SAM sites, and pulled the trigger.
The Striker Mortar made a thud as a shell flew into the air, broke off into three pieces, and fell over the hill, slamming into the SAM sites. "This is Spartan E18," Dante radioed, "Are there any longsword interceptors in the area?"
This is Raptor 17 give me something to shoot. A voice replied in the classic air force tone.
"There's a hill due east of my position with eight scorpion tanks on it. I need you to roast them."
Affirmitive, here come the fireworks. In about twenty seconds, a longsword interceptor roared overhead, and dropped a line of bombs on the hill, obliterating the tanks.
Dante looked at the Chief, who nodded at him, and grabbed a med kit for the Rangers. Something about the Chief gave Dante hope, beside the fact that he had saved the universe from what seemed like imminent doom. 117 was everything Dante wanted to be.
A flaming warthog flew into the square, heading straight for Private Silvers. The Spartans were preoccupied gathering supplies, and Canine was looking up at the space battle. Right before it hit, Shadow tackled the Ranger out of the way. Shadow got up, and lifted Silvers too his feet.
A pelican touched down in the square, and its hatch opened, revealing Commander Bayard and Saline. "All aboard to safety!"