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Reach: Vice Admiral Whitecomb
Posted By: Pfc. Carl Parley<aldon_104@hotmail.com>
Date: 28 February 2007, 1:01 am
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Reach: Vice Admiral Whitecomb
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1050 Hours
Reach, Bunker
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Martinez stood up and looked towards the Wraith. "God dammit John!" he yelled. Martinez spun around at a moan, it sounded human. "Hey who's there?" A Marine stumbled out of the forest, stained with alien blood and a woman Marine in his arms, he was with a Spartan. Martinez snapped into attention. "At ease soldier." said the Spartan; he had a thick Russian accent and a lazy stroll. "My names Ivan Volkoff, I am a skilled sniper and could drop an Elite from over ten kilometers… without a scope." Ivan snapped out his rifle and aimed towards the bunker, which was a good seven kilometers away. He fired without looking into the scope. The bullet zoomed and smashed into the elongated helmet of an Elite which was walking up behind Johnson; it was thrown back into a bloody heap. The man Marine piped "My name is Perry Kingston, I'm from Jersey, and this," he hefted the women into a more comfortable position. "Is, Taylor Smith." Martinez nodded and looked back at the bunker and said, "Let's go."
Johnson spun around and looked down at the Elite, and spat on it. "Ha, that'll teach you to mess with the UNSC you Covie!" he said as a Jackal was climbing up the bunker. Carl pulled out his shotgun and fired on shot into its face. Its head exploded send gore everywhere. "Johnson, we've got a large Covie fleet coming into view, there gonna glass us!" said Austin. Johnson looked at the fleet and towards the Wraith, then to Martinez and the others. "God damn it's another Spartan!" Johnson turned to Carl and Austin, "Get down below, they can handle it."
John plowed through another group of Covenant; he was five klicks from the bunker. "Martinez status report!" he said. A com opened up and Martinez was saying very heavily, "Sir I'm five klicks behind you, were not gonna make it!" John looked in there rear camera. "Find a hatch 2 klicks ahead of you, and then blow it with a claymore." An automatic burst was heard over the com, "Yes sir!" then the com went out. John floored the Wraith and in about a minute, he slammed into the bunker, "Get off and into the bunker!" John barked over the com. Two acknowledgement lights flickered on and then two blips moved into the bunker. John kicked open the hatch and ran towards the bunker. He dived in the door and slammed it shut, then Johnson and Ivan pushed 3 titanium a six inch plates up against the door and proceeded to weld them shut. "Ivan, it's good to see you." said John. Ivan nodded; "You to John." then turned back to his work. John turned and ran down the hallway. He bumped into Martinez and Perry; they were moving a stretcher and some medical equipment to the hospital wing. They gave a subtle nod but nothing more. In ten minutes everybody was down in the lowest levels and were all aquatinted. "John," said Paul. "Everything is welded shut and secure… we got some weapons and ammo too."
"Name them off." said John. Paul walked over to the crate and began laying the weapons on a table.
"We've got, 2 extra assault rifles, 12 grenades, 2 magnum semi automatic pistols, 1 shotgun, 6 Lotus Anti Tanks, 5 med kits, large, and a clip vest." he said , he proceeded to hand out the med kits and grenades. A door slide open and a man with a handlebar mustache and a very burly physique walk into the room. "Good afternoon ladies." he said in a very heavy Texan drawl. The group snapped into attention, Paul more so, there was a gleam of admiration in his eyes. "At ease soldiers." he said as he turned towards the map laid out on the table. Paul walked over and handed Whitecomb a magnum semi automatic and the clip vest with 18 clips. "Thanks soldier." he said, he did not make eye contact and Paul walked away with his head down. John turned to the group and said, "Martinez, Paul and… Carl, get down to the Hospital wing and check on that Marine, if anything happens radio Ivan to come and help you out." The three Marines nodded and ran down the hallways, the thuds of their boots slowly fading away to nothing. Ivan walked over to the table where the weapons were laid out and picked up 2 lotus mines and an Assault Rifle, then walked towards the entrance to the hallway that the Marines ran down. "Admiral, we are in a difficult situation here and we need a battle plan." said John. Whitcomb looked up and stared into John's faceplate. The crazy look in his eyes startled John, but the look faded when John said nothing. "Gerry," said Whitecomb as he ran his finger around the bunker on the map. "I want you to set up two tripwire Lotus' by the main door, and prime three grenades by the entrance to this room to go off by remote." Gerry looked bewildered with the wait put on his shoulders. "Sir, the remote detonation is Martinez's district, ill set the Lotus' but he will have to do the grenades, ill radio when I need him up here." said Gerry, then he left. John was alone in the room with Ivan and Whitecomb. An eerie silence fell over the room for a few moments, and then Ivan spoke. "I will… go check the situation outside." he hurried out of the room. Whitecomb looked up to John and said, "Now chief…about that plan."
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