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On A Pale Horse: Silent Assasin
Posted By: Silent Hunter<silenthunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 4 July 2003, 4:11 AM
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-Silent Assassin-
1905 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Highway 17, Top Level (249), Section 67
The Chief stood up. He looked in the distance towards the central section of the city. There, a huge cruiser loomed in the distance. "Bingo, there's the cruiser, now all we need…to...do…is…"she trailed off as dozens of blue beams descended towards the city. 5 landed right in front of John. They turned out to be transport pods for Spec Ops elites. One opened, and a black elite jumped out, and shook off the effects of the fast thaw. The others did the same. They circled the chief, and activated their plasma swords. The Chief activated a plasma grenade. Cortana felt the need for a joke, "betcha can't stick it."
Even in this grim situation, the chief smiled, and replied "You're on…" ,and with that, he chucked the grenade at the Elite right in front of him. It hit its foot, and stuck. The Elite let out its last yell, and then the grenade detonated. The four elites jumped at John. He dove between a gap between two elites. He rolled to his feet, grabbed one elites weapon arm, ripped it off of the body, and threw it at another elite. The still activated sword slashed it in half. He reached back, and punched as hard as he could at the one arm elite. It's shield deactivated, and it's skull caved in. He took his Battle rifle, and aimed it at an Elite, who was charging. He squeezed the trigger, and a 2 round-per-second burst of bullets pierced its shield, but stopped in the armor. The force behind the bullets stopped its charge dead though. John pulled the pin off of a fragmentation grenade, and tossed it at the elites feet, and continued to fire at the elite to keep it from rolling out of the way. It detonated, blowing the elite into a hundred pieces. He then reloaded his Battle rifle, and concentrated his fire on the remaining Elite. It's shield died with the last shot of his clip. He dropped the rifle, and took an SMG out ,and continued to fire into the shield-less Elite, killing it. The chief managed a fake-yawn, and said "…well, that was easy…and I think you lost…" Cortana laughed out loud.
"OK…anyway, I've accessed the city's road maps…there is no way to get to there from here.
"perfect…tell me you have a plan"
"Maybe if you said 'please'…"
The chief sighed…he had been stuck in a longsword for two weeks with her, yet he still didn't understand her. "alright…please tell me you have a plan"
"Well since you asked so nicely…" A 3-D wire-frame map of the city popped up in John's helmet, and it zoomed in to where they were, their position marked by a green diamond. A yellow line, with an arrow on the front, extended down the road, through a building, up some stairs, and on the top was an old model Pelican. "I assume you know what to do here…"
John cleared his throat. "…are you telling me that you seriously expect me to pilot that 60 year old rust bucket?"
The view of the city shifted to their position again, and then panned to the end of the section they were on, a deep drop shown after. "That blast door was the only way off of this section…or would you rather take a 80 meter plunge, and climb almost the same distance on the other section?"
John sighed again, and spoke disgustedly "Fine…but I'm telling you, I am not flying that thing any farther than we have to."
1907 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Top Level (237), Section 64
A Golden Elite , known only by Loma 'Lumamee walked through the rubble of a city block pounded by both plasma, and shells. He didn't care what the possibility of finding this human was. All he cared about was avenging his fallen brother. A bit of movement made him freeze. A single human emerged from being buried in the rubble. He limped on away from the Elite. He thought 'why waste the plasma…he will only die of starvation anyhow.' He continued towards his goal: The human from Reach…
1910 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Highway 17, Top Level (249), Section 67
The Chief approached the old bombed out building. He looked at the rusted over sign… 'FACTORY WORKERS ENTERANCE' He walked in. There were marine, and covenant bodies strewn all over the gigantic room. Massive machinery filled the room. A large hole in the wall to John's left shown the fiery autumn sun, and that lit up the room. He looked at a sign on the wall 'FOUNDRY' He noticed a stairway leading up to the catwalks. He climbed the stars, and he really got a feel for the sheer size of the building. There were 4 more levels of catwalks above the one he was on. He walked up the stairs all the way to the level 5 catwalks. He looked down. He was 30 meters in the air. If the supports gave, It would be very unlikely that John would survive. "Cortana?"
"yes?"
"What's the chance of the steel giving way?
after a moment Cortana responded "depending on how fast you walk, I'd say 56 to 70 percent"
"damn…" John slowly walked towards a door labeled ROOF then he heard a low growl. He looked down. A Hunter was right below him on a floor. He wasn't sure if he had been spotted, so he stood still, and took a grenade off of his belt. He took the pin off, and dropped it, and ran as fast as he could to the door. The grenade detonated just as he reached the door. The catwalks gave, and collapsed, crushing the Hunter The chief looked through the open door into the room. All the catwalks collapsed. He had no choice now but to use the aging pelican.
He walked from the door to the Pelican. Its windshield was cracked, and there was some rust on the wings. He opened the cockpit, and sat a pilot's chair. He pressed a button, and the pelican's lights flickered to life. He pushed another button, and the engines came to life. The pelican took off from the ground, and it was violently shaking. It turned, and accelerated towards the cruiser.
1912 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64, Sony Office Building, Roof
Loma 'Lumamee stood at the top of a tall skyscraper. He looked at the bright star disappearing behind dark storm clouds. Somehow, it reminded him of his home. He remembered Peace. He remembered his bretheren. Then he thought to himself 'this war has gone on much too long. Some of the destroyed worlds even had a strange beauty to them.' He shook that thought out of his mind. It was treason to think such a thing. He looked at an old human building. A human dropship took off, and accelerated towards him. The ship took a nose dive, and crashed, just after the gap between sections. He saw something come out of the cockpit…it looked like it had greenish armor. He felt his anger return. He let out a low growl. "human…you will pay…" He ran down the stairs.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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