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In A City of Chaos
Posted By: The Scribe<nero@cinci.rr.com>
Date: 9 August 2003, 2:40 PM
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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". Also, I'm sorry it took so long. I'm having a serious case of writers block right now. Don't know why, though!
"Strip it!" Medic Arlington said.
Three strong pairs of hands took hold of the Master Chief's chest plate and removed it. The medic made a painful face as he observed the large bluish-black spots along the Spartan's ribcage area. A few broken ribs were not good, especially because of the short supply that this particular tent was in. A few other tents surrounded the medical tent, but they were mainly for patient housing.
"Bio-foam!" Arlington commanded. "I'm going to have cut this one."
After covering the Chief's chest in what seemed like a greasy lubricant, he sliced the flesh open. The Spartan could feel nothing but a small pain seemed to come over his body when he noticed his own blood spatter onto Arlington's apron. The lubricant was a numbing substance, and the Chief could be thankful for that.
After applying some bio-foam, Arlington grinned and said, "The foam should mend the broken ribs back together, Chief. We've also repaired your esophagus and stopped the internal bleeding. You're ready for combat, sir!"
Looking down at the large vertical line of repaired skin going down his chest, the Spartan looked over to his armor. After the hassle of putting his chest piece and helmet on, he nodded to the Special Operations marines.
"Let's move," he muttered and they were off.
As he was walking, the Chief stopped to slip Cortana back into his head. He temporarily stopped, just to let the ice cold pain make its run through his skull and then continued on.
"Feeling better?" the AI asked.
"Much."
"Good, because I've just got orders for us to head to Base 9 in the west side and pick up the last two marines."
"Okay, then," Abraham said. "Let's move it!"
The ambush had been a great one, thought Hanamee. The prophets would have been proud of the excellent work. The dead humans lay on the street, entirely alone. Their bodies would probably stay there until they rotted into dust.
Quickly, the Elites stood up, and made their way to the street below.
Hanamee turned to face his soldiers and then barked.
"During the small attack on that squad, I noticed a human escape," he said. "This particular human, however, was armored in the black armor that our veterans and elders are armored in. This human may be of importance to us, so we shall follow him."
The Covenant squad began a swift sprint in the direction Hanamee had seen the human go. It wasn't long before the alien troops broke out from the small back streets and onto a huge main road, which housed a human medical tent not far up.
"From the direction that the human ran, he would have made his way in this direction," a veteran spoke up, pointing one of his long, boney fingers in the left direction.
Medic Arlington stared in horror as the silhouettes came into view when they became visible through the yellow fog that lingered on the streets.
"Code H.A.!" he shouted as loud as he could.
"Hey, doc, what the hell's a code H.A.?" a marine asked, as he rubbed his injured leg.
"Hostiles Approaching!"
"Oh, Jesus!"
The small medical area became a chaotic hell as staff and patients began running around in a crazed frenzy.
Arlington grabbed the com mic and shouted into it.
"This Arlington to all staff! We have a code H.A.! A code H.A.! Get what ever weapons you can!"
Many of the nurses had been carrying small M6Ds, but the patients were defenseless. It wasn't long before everyone in the small camp had hid. There was a deathly silence that settled into the air.
Hanamee looked to one of his Strike Team Elites and held up his hand. The squad broke up and troops hid behind whatever they could.
Positioned behind a human transport device, Hanamee sent a plasma grenade sailing into the set of tents. The explosion rang out, followed by screams of pain and fright.
"Fire your weapons!" Hanamee shouted.
Not aiming at anything particular, the troops opened up on the mess of tents. The bolts ripped through the cloth easily, raising the chance of human casualties. It was a good attack.
The bolts ripped the through the tents like they were merely air. Medics and nurses collapsed into death's arms as the Covenant's swarm of blue death passed through. The grenade had gone off by the power generator, shutting down life support systems. The situation looked grim.
Medic Arlington clutched the pistol to his chest, as he sat up against a gurney, breathing heavily. He could hear the screams of things like, "Help me, doc!" and "My chest!" but he would surly die if he emerged from his hiding. He could only sit and wait.
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