Halo 2: First Strike
Posted By: HunterKiller<Tomarrow4123@aol.com>
Date: 23 July 2003, 9:59 PM
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Halo 2: First Strike
"Only the dead have seen the end of war."
-Plato
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25 July 2553
Sergeant Benjamin L. Morris sat scrunched up in the foxhole cut off from the rest of Alpha Company. His radioman, Chuck Smith, lay dead right next to him, killed by a Plasma shot through the neck. This was common in war except for the fact that he clutched a grenade in his hand and Morris couldn't get it out. Jake Parker was bleeding very badly, and the medic was all the way over on the other side of the valley with the rest of Alpha Company.
Ben bent over Jake and removed his bandanna and tied it around his arm above the elbow. The plasma had severed his artery. If they didn't get a medic over here soon he was certain to die.
Ben peeked out of the hole, there were towers to the north, and east if he tried to make a run for it those Shade turrets would certainly take him out. He crouched back down in the hole. He turned Chuck's body over, but the radio was destroyed. He peeked back out as Plasma shot over his head he used his field glasses to scope out the territory. There was a little hill a little ways to the north he could run for that. He turned his field glasses to the east tower there, was no one up there. So he only had to worry about the north one.
He jumped up out of the hole and ran for the hill, the elite in the tower noticed him and turned to fire. Ben raised the MA6B battle rifle and fired a couple quick bursts at the tower, he saw that a good portion of the bullets hit from the flash of the energy shield. He was nearly at the hill when he felt it hit him in the front. The plasma blast knocked him onto his back, burning through his armor. That was all he could think of just the burning . . .
burning. . .
His body's natural painkillers kicked in and stopped most of the burning. The next thing he thought of was to get up and run for the hill. He stood yet his legs felt like Jell-o. He took a few steps before he fell flat on his face, so he decided to crawl. He mad it there. The hill provided cover from the tower. He rested his back on the huge mound of dirt and removed his armor. A hole was burnt almost completely through it. He threw it aside. Next he through away his helmet to get some of the weight off his head. His head was throbbing, he begged for an aspirin.
He took one of the canteens off his belt and drained it. He lay back and closed his eyes.
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Colonel John Williams had twenty years battle experience against the Covenant he knew their tactics. Somewhere out there they were trying, or may have succeeded in killing his four men that were out there that he hadn't known about until a moment ago.
He turned to Lt. Smith, "Why the hell didn't you tell me about them until now."
"Well, we can't say that Morris doesn't deserve it, sir. The stupid son of a bitch thinks he can just run the program his way."
"Do you think I give a shit about how he runs his squad."
"Well, sir, I thought that you didn't care for him much."
"Now why the hell would you worry about my men. He's out there with three other goodmen! I know how much you don't like him but you're going out there too find him. Do I make myself clear!"
"Yes sir!" he said with a quick salute. Smith turned and walked away.
I'm going to lose my best man because of that sonuvabitch! he thought.
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The sky grew dark in the valley as Smith walked through the knee length grass. His knees were bent as he walked. He had cleared about ¾ of a mile with out a sight of Morris. He continued to walk through the grass. Most of the firing had stopped but he could still hear the occasional boom from the artillery strikes on the covenant position.
He could make out a small mound of dirt about seven meters from his position there was a man lying there. He snuck on over to the mound he looked at the mans left chest, the nametag said MORRIS. Next he checked for a pulse, it was there. Morris appeared to be sleeping. All right you sonuvabitch it's your time to die!he thought. He drew his Ka-Bar knife, raised it above his head ready to strike.
Morris' eyes snapped open and he jabbed his knife into Smiths gut. Smith's arms came down to his sides, he dropped the knife and looked down to see his wound. He saw the knife sticking out of his stomach . . . his stomach. That Morris had some nerve, to kill his superior officer.
Smith's body crumpled to the ground as his vision went black.
To Be Continued
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