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The three innie Spartans charged Dante at once. What was he supposed to do? That split second of hesitation got him slammed into the alleyway wall. The Spartans threw him on the ground, picked him up, and threw him into the wall again. Dante tried to stand up, but received a spin kick to the side of his helmet, denting the metal. One of the Spartans pinned him down, and dropped his fists into Dante's faceplate.
The displays on the inside of E18's helmet began to flicker and distort. His suit was taking a hefty beating. He was able to grab the Spartan's hand, and pull a lightning fast maneuver that left his enemy with a broken arm. Dante had escaped the hold, but was immediately hit in the stomach by one of the other two Spartans. Another strike came, hitting Dante on the bottom of his jaw. His head moved back, and the Spartan slammed a fist into his throat.
Gagging, E18 fell backwards, and hit the ground hard. One of his opponents was about to jump on him when another pushed him out of the way. Making his way towards Dante, he pulled out a curved knife. "Enough playing around. I'm gonna gut you like a pig.
Dante was still as the black armored figure hoisted him up in the air, and drew back his hand holding the knife. He thrust it forward with all his force, impaling Dante. He ran the knife down, but it stopped at the plate on Dante's gut. The innie cursed under his breath. He wouldn't get the gore he desired. In fact, he wouldn't get any gore at all.
E18 unbelted a plasma grenade, and reached his arm around the Spartan's head, sticking it to the back of his helmet. The brief moment of shock from the insurrectionist was the death of him, and his comrade. Dante slipped out of the Spartan's grip, and with a swift kick to the chest, he sent his combatant straight into the Spartan behind him.
The plasma grenade on the back of the first Spartan's helmet stuck to the faceplate of the other. When it detonated, blood, molten metal, and fragments of skull shot through the air. Only the one with the broken arm remained. Dante pulled the knife out of his stomach without the slightest grunt of pain, and walked up to his enemy.
The insurrectionist Spartan pulled out his own knife, and made a desperate slash at Dante. E18 pushed his arm away, and slit his throat. Dante ran to Sarah, picked her up, and checked his HUD for the nearest camp. "Hold on Sarah." He whispered as he located his destination, Alpha Camp.
Boomer, Shadow, Lieutenant Silvers, and his Rangers entered camp Alpha, the basement of a large clothing store. They handed Raptor 17 over to a medic, and went to get some rest. The sun had set, and soldiers were sleeping on nylon fold out beds. Those who had gotten sleep were up on computers or getting ready for combat. The newcomers were exhausted, and began to take their gear off when the CO in the camp started shouting at the top of his lungs. "This is it boys! All of nothing! We're moving out to the capitol building!" People started rushing to pack up, and arm themselves.
Shadow rubbed the dark rings under his eyes, and went over to an ammunition crate. Taking some mags, he turned to the rest of the squad. They were tired, demoralized, and sick of this battle. "It's almost over guys." Shadow intended to make a speech off of that sentence, but he couldn't find any other words to add to it. Even Boomer, who never commented on anything, frowned as he put on a chest plate.
"Medic!" A familiar voice shouted, causing Boomer, Shadow, and Silvers to turn around.
Everyone turned to see Spartan E18 setting another super soldier down on the ground. A marine with a red cross on his shoulder kneeled down next to Dante. "I can't do anything about this. She needs a tissue constructor, and we sure as hell don't have one of those."
"There has to be something, anything."
The medic pulled out gauze, and had Dante help him wrap it around Sarah's torso. "That will keep it clean, but otherwise that's it. Now, I'm needed on the battlefield." The medic got up, and left.
Silvers looked at Dante. "Let's go."
"I can't." Dante whispered, staring at Sarah.
"Listen, this is it, all the chips are on the table. If we lose, the UNSC falls."
"I can't leave her alone."
The Lieutenant thought about leaving him, then got an idea. "Alright, I'll leave my Rangers to guard her. They're more than capable of holding this place if it is attacked." With great reluctance, Dante got up, and armed himself.
The Rangers didn't want to stay, but they understood. A man entered the basement with an agrivated look on his face. "Let's go! We're mounting up!" The squad followed the man out, Silvers' Rangers staying behind. Stepping out into the street, Boomer, Silvers, and Shadow took one of the many warthogs. Shadow took the wheel, Boomer the passenger seat, and the Ranger took the gun. Dante took the gun of another hog, and the wheels started rolling.
As they drove towards their destination, Shadow took a short glance at Boomer. "You ever get scared?"
"Nervous, yes, but not afraid." Boomer replied, checking his BR55.
"I do. At least I do now. I don't want to die out here. I've got a kid coming, and a girl. I can't die, not now."
"Just don't think about it. It makes it easier."
"I don't know." Shadow said as he turned towards their destination.
Boomer was quiet for a moment, listening to the roar of the warthog's engine. "You'll be fine.," He said blandly, "Now, let's win this war."
Master Chief fired the last bullet of his last clip. All of the Spartans were dry. It was up to hand to hand now. The Elites started to charge up the wide stairs, imminent victory in their eyes. Half way up, bullets struck them in the back, cutting them down. The Roar of warthogs became louder as the vehicles drove through the elites, crushing them beneath huge tires, and splattering them against grade-A titanium.
With the Spartans joining in, It was only a short amount of time before the warthogs had taken care of the remaining Elites. The Spartans had wiped up the majority of the two thousand before the arrival of the reinforcements, leaving five hundred behind. The result of the short battle was eight out of fifteen warthogs in a burning wreck. The others were either severely.
Boomer, Shadow, Silvers, and Dante approached the Spartans. "Good to see you again Chief." Shadow said, looking around to make sure there were no more enemies left.
117 was about to answer when Tyler called out. "Got it!" Everyone rushed up the steps to the cut door, and took positions around it.
"Now!" The Chief shouted. Dante kicked in the door, and the Spartans entered the building. The main hall was empty. It was a white marble room with two curved staircases leading up to a balcony overlooking the entrance.
"This is Sierra 117, Sangheili forces, status report."
"We have reached the building, and have taken the stairs. We are under heavy fire from advancing insurrectionist forces, make haste human. We will not be able to hold them off for long." The reality of the Elite's sentence was changed when the air support came out victorious in their day long dogfight, and unloaded their rotating cannons on the insurgent ground forces.
In addition to this good fortune, the battle in space had been won. The insurgents were defeated, the war was over. Now the only thing left to do was to snatch Ackerson. His capture would prove the power of the UNSC, and hopefully cause the surrender of the rest of the insurrectionists.
The soldiers were about to move further into the house when fifteen black armored figures jumped over the balcony and landed in the main hall. They drew out their weapons, and the firefight began. Spartans dodged, ducked, and rolled out of the way of bullets as the air became infested by bullets.
Dante got up behind one of the black armored figures, and severed his spine with a knife. Bringing his boot down on his enemy's head, he finished the Spartan off.
Brian had engaged in hand to hand combat with one of the enemy Spartans, and was being backed up into a wall. His enemy was fast, faster than him. Brian, however, was stronger. He pumped the hydrostatic gel layer in his armor to the max, and stepped into his enemy's attack.
The Spartan's fists dented Brian's armor, but the blunt force barely reached Brian. Brian slammed his fist into the Spartan's gut, causing him to bend over. Bringing an elbow down on his enemy's head, he knocked the man on the ground. Brian knelt down, snapped the Spartan's neck, and rejoined the gunfight.
John pumped his shotgun, and fired a burst into the faceplate of an enemy Spartan. The spray blew the soldier's head to pieces. Through the splash of blood came a fist that slammed into the Chief's helmet, sending him into a twirl that ended with him on the ground. The Spartan was instantly on him, a knife raised in the air. He swung it down, but John grabbed his wrist. The knife started closing in on the Chief's chest. His enemy was strong, but John had something the Spartan didn't. A stray bullet struck his enemy in the side of the head, bouncing off of his shields, but suprising him. John took the window, and removed one hand from the Spartan's wrist to bend the blade. His combatant's weapon was useless.
Tyler tackled John's opponent off of him, and pressed his magnum against the bottom of its jaw, firing three shots point blank into its brain. That was the last of them. The other Spartans had been successful in their individual frays, and eliminated the rest.
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