“This is Charlie 2-3 droppin cargo for Gamma team. Have fun and put the keys on the table when you get home.”
“Thanks, Alright team, let’s load up. Alison, grab that fifty cal and throw it in the back. Sam, Cory, you two take the back and cover our rear. Keep me informed on anything.”
The team didn’t even need to agree. They knew that’s is the way it was going to be. After a small break to secure everything in the hog, they take off, spitting dust into the cavern they were just in. They traveled trough the more Arizona looking part of Reach. It would be another 10 minutes before they go to Halier. About half way through a canyon Sam broke the silence of the Engine. “Max, I think I spotted some Ghost closing in behind us. Drive a little slower so I can hook this 50 cal to the hog.” Max slowed the warthog down enough for the 50 cal to be stood up and strapped to the frame of the warthog. Sure enough, two ghost race up next to the warthog, the grunts piloting chatter with each other while the turret is being set up. At the same time they just stop. “Max, the ghost decided to leave us alone, I think it’s a trap.” As if on cue a plasma explosion cause the canyon in front of them to become blocked by rather large boulders.
“Leave the 50. Grab any ammunition and let’s get the fuck out of this canyon. Alison you take point.” Alison nodded before starting to climb the rocks in the easiest way possible. With the rest of the team following they were an easy target for the pair of ghost that had caught back up with them. Alison reached the top of the rocks, her tattered orange armor contradicting her green helmet. She was a master of hand-to-hand combat and particularly skilled at vehicle takedown.
Noticing the ghost, Alison jumps back onto the warthog, causing a large dent in the hood where she landed. The first ghost activated it’s boosters to ram Alison. However, Alison jumped over the ghost, and gripped the grunts methane tank. The grunt was ripped in half from the momentum of the ghost, and the sudden stop of the methane tank. The ghost collided into the wall, causing a small plasma explosion. Alison dropped the remains of a grunt on the ground ans the other one stopped and started shooting it’s plasma repeaters at her. She ran in a circle around the ghost, making an ever smaller circle. Once she was close enough, she jumped towards the ghost, landing on the front. She punched the hood of the ghost, causing her to find a good place to grip the vehicle. The grunt pilot tried to shake her off, but there was no valor. She dropped kicked the grunt in the side of the head, prior to taking command of the covenant vehicle. Before the grunt regained continuousness the Spartan rammed it with the ghost causing a small explosion of intestine and methane in front of her. She used the ghost to ramp the rocks and land on the top of the boulder pile next the other Spartans.
“Damn Alison, that was smooth.”
“I gotta agree with Sam for once, that was nice.”
“Cory and Sam said it best Alison, very well done.”
“You guys are being to nice, but we should get to Halier. They need our help there.”
“Right, Command this is Sierra 142, Inform other team to keep a watch out for traps. The covenant seem to know a little more about Reach then we thought.”
“Rodger that 142, I got a spare pelican in your area, we need you at the destination. Pick-up should be there soon. Oh, and you’ll have some back-up there.”