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Rendezvous
Posted By: The Scribe<nero@cinci.rr.com>
Date: 31 July 2003, 12:55 AM
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NOTE: Remember to read all prequels! This is the only series I've done, so every title that you see is a part of this. Just click on "more by this author".
The Master Chief, sat, extremely alert behind an abandoned and overturned car. Colonel Winter's cold, dead eyes stared into his as the hole in the corpse's head smoked. Something moved nearby.
A footstep.
Something jumped around the corner of the car and the Spartan jumped.
"Wait!" Cortana shouted as the Chief brought his assault rifle up. "He's a good guy."
"Sorry about the startling moment there, sir," a Special Ops marine greeted. His black and shiny armor gleamed in the pinkish light. "My name is Private Farrell and if you'll follow me, we can meet up with the others in very short time. The whole damn city's Covenant infested."
Tell me something I don't know, the Chief thought.
Without warning, the Private kicked it into high gear and began jogging quickly across the road. The Chief mouthed a thank you to the dead Colonel and left the cover of the automobile. Once the two reached the opposite sidewalk, they began making their way towards a street corner.
Suddenly, a hunter rounded into view. Startled and angered by its encounter with the humans, it made a seriously strong charge in their direction. Just as it was ready to collide with the two soldiers, a shot rang out. The behemoth doubled over and dropped forward, its head landing on top of the Master Chief's left boot.
"You owe me, Farrell!" a distant voice called out as a small black figure rose into view on a building top. It was another Spec. Ops marine, apparently a sniper from the obvious shape of his gun.
"We could've had him, you crazy bastard!" Farrell called, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Now come down here!"
"Sure thing!"
Private Farrell turned to the Chief.
"Sir, meet Private Kirk Abraham," he said.
Tuka Hanamee and his squad shifted uneasily as the ship rocketed towards the ground. It would land in the center of the city, which, on the Covenant's side, was the best place to even go around.
The ship screeched to a halt and landed as its bay doors swung open. The squad of Elites leapt onto the concrete street and shook the stiffness from their bodies. Immediately, they became aware of the task at hand, and sprang to alert. A large temporary Covenant camp lay before them. Surrounded by the camp, large human towers surrounded the center.
Although, the buildings were secure, there was still the threat of snipers however. And the Covenant soldiers had to make haste if they were going to move from building to building. No human had showed its face in the area for months, though.
"We will go to the armory tent and recharge our weapons," Hanamee announced. "Then we shall begin the hunt. The green super soldier is always around the largest of battles, so we will be constantly involved in heavy fire."
The squad nodded and prepared themselves mentally for the hell that lie ahead.
Hanamee added, "This is for the war. Killing this human will turn the tides of it. The gods will greatly bless us for this."
Abraham, Farrell and the Master Chief walked in a blockade-line formation down an empty, rubble-coated street. Month old bodies lay in random areas. They hade been walking for thirty minutes and the Chief had only counted three dead Covenant bodies. And they were Grunts. It was easy to tell that no Marines had been around when this particular area of the city was attacked. Strangely, Abraham spoke up.
"There were no marines in this particular area when the Covenant attacked. All of the skeletons and dried corpses we're passing are entirely civilians."
The Chief passed a small child. The body had gone through decay, but it was easy to tell it had been a boy. He looked about eight. At his feet lay a woman, her arms outstretched. She was on her stomach and apparently had been holding her child when a plasma bolt had hit her in the back. She had dropped him.
It was a good thing the Chief had a tinted visor, because his face became twisted with sorrow. But the sadness didn't last long.
A sizzling blue bolt flew by right between Abraham and Farrell's heads. A cobalt Elite hollered a threatening warning towards the humans and ran back into an ally way.
"I'll cover you!" Abraham whispered, crouching down with his sniper rifle at the ready.
The Chief hurried over to an off-road car and began shooting the hinges of the passenger door. The Spartan ripped the door from the vehicle and brought it up so that it became a shield. The alien stuck its upper body out from the ally and fired three shots in the Chief's direction. The bolts hit the door, searing the metal. The door wouldn't hold out long.
Abraham fired a shot but it was a poorly aimed round and a hole appeared in the brick behind the alien's head. The deep-voiced bastard once again withdrew himself from view back into the ally way.
Farrell, carrying an M-110 support gun, began laying dense waves of bullets at the Elite's area of appearance. Large chunks of brick and metal flew from the buildings' walls as the large bullets sprayed the area. The bullets had a perfect angle. The rounds passed right at the edge of the ally's entrance. If the hostile Elite even stuck the top of his head out from his cover, it would explode in a purple cloud of gunk.
Staying out of Farrell's line of fire, the Master Chief made his way towards the ally way. Finally getting there, the Spartan froze in horror. The goddamn alien had been a trap. The Chief stared into the barrels of two Hunters, four Grunts, two Jackals, and the Elite. One of the Jackals hollered something and all of the Covenant troops opened fire at once. The plasma bolts from the Grunts, Jackals and the Elite hit the Chief first. His shields drained and his body became weak and hollow-like. After the wave of plasma bolts, came the Hunters' projectiles. The blast threw the Spartan from the Covenants' line fire.
The Spartan hit the pavement and lay still. The strong taste of iron weighed heavily on his tongue and he felt as if he was going to pass out. Farrell continued to fire but his clip drained and the loud staccato of the machine gun halted as the marine began to reload. During this time, the Master Chief regained enough strength to toss two frag grenades into the ally way. The double "booms" rattled the Spartan's chest cavity and purple, blue and orange blood shot from the occupied Covenant position.
Seconds later, a Hunter staggered from the blast zone, his left arm dangling from his body by only a few muscle strands. The behemoth was in bad shape. Large, gapping holes in his armor leaked blood and a trail of orange lay behind him. The huge alien grunted, shuttered, and fell onto his side.
"Well done, sir!" Abraham's voice echoed. "They're dead!"
The Chief's vision began to dim and ripple, but it soon snapped back. The Spartan stood up and onto his feet. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest. His breath rushed from his lungs and he doubled over.
"Chief! Chief!" Cortana shouted. "Jesus, you took a hell of a hit back there!"
"Private Abraham, Private Farrell, the Master Chief requires medical assistance immediately!"
"Roger that, Cortana," came Farrell's response. "There's a small medical tent about four blocks from here. We can..."
Farrell ceased his sentence as a Covenant drop ship roared overhead.
More enemies were coming in.
Tuka Hanamee lead his men through the bombed out building. Some human soldiers were patrolling the streets. It was a perfect chance for a surprise attack. The Elites seemed to be a good thirty feet up into the tower, so they took their positions. Aiming the barrels of their guns down at the unsuspecting humans, they waited.
Just as the pests came within good range, Hanamee shouted.
"Now!"
"So you're in Special Ops?"
"Yes I am. So...you have a wife?" Private Spears asked Private Wells.
"Yeah," Wells said, a warm smile coming over his mouth. "I think about-."
A plasma bolt took the smile from Well's face. He fell to the ground screaming as a bloody puddle formed under his body.
"Jesus Christ!"
Hundreds of plasma bolts sailed into the patrol. The whole group seemed to collapse. Private Spears turned around and ran backwards. He dove behind a bodiless wall and ran for the adjacent street.
He reached the road and then decided to randomly run down it. Off in the distance, he saw three human forms.
Abraham, spotting the silhouette, looked through his sniper scope and smiled.
"It's Spears!" he shouted.
The Chief did all he could to jog with his companions and was relieved when they finally reached the black-armored marine.
"Abraham, Farrell! How the hell are you?" The Private greeted, seeing others in his color. "I got orders to report to you two. I joined in on a patrol that was headed your way. I thought I'd just break of off of that patrol once they got close enough to the rendezvous point, but they got wiped out! I barely escaped with my life!"
"Hopefully we can say for the Chief IF we ever GET to the medical tent!" Cortana reminded.
The mustered up all of the strength he could and then began what seemed like a long, hard walk to the medical tent.
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