Neverland: On the Way Home
Posted By: SOS.Odin<kavika86@yahoo.com>
Date: 3 March 2004, 1:05 AM
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An hour and a half later the base was completely cleared. Covenant losses amounted to 256 dead, 12 captured. Eight Grunts, two Jackals, an Elite, and a Prophet forfeit their freedom to the Humans. Marine losses were 56 dead, 87 injured, and 3 wounded Spartans. The operation was a success, but came at a high price.
John sat in a chair in a debris scattered room. Kelly, Fred, Grace, and Lt. General Lejeune sat in various other spots as well.
Lt. General Lejeune stood and the Spartans snapped to attention.
"At ease. Great job out there today. Unfortunately the Prophet is not speaking. Don't worry though, the Corps has it's ways of making Covenant talk. Rally the other Spartans, we're heading home. I want you guys to torch this place. Report to me when you get back to home base. I got another mission for you." With a smile the General headed towards the door.
The Spartans saluted and filed out the door. John motioned for the rest of the Spartans to assemble.
"We gotta torch this place people. Then we get a mission straight from the General." This brought smiles to all of their faces. Lt. General Lejeune was notorious for dishing out near impossible battle plans and missions.
Only John, Max, Fred, Will, Erica, and Kelly stayed to blaze the base. After all of the Marines had exited the Covenant base the Spartans essembled C4 packages and placed them at vital points. The base went up like a G.I. Joe on the 4th of July. The Spartans mission was complete.
The six Spartans assembled and headed towards the woods. It was a ten mile hike back to the makeshift firebase that John's civilians created. Once there they would radio in and get a transport back to Camp Lejeune.
The Spartans formed two fire teams and split up to reduce the chance of being spotted. John, Fred, and Will moved together. Fifty yards to their left, Kelly led Erica and Max.
John clicked his safety on and then back off. Fred and Will raised their weapons and they all went into a high crouch. John and Fred scanned the area in front of them. Will covered their six, making sure nothing would sneak up. John needed to make sure they were not being followed by anyone.
After five minutes of walking this way the trio paused. They waited there for another five minutes until they started off again. There was little talk and various noised caused them to go low often.
After about eight miles or so John clicked his safety off and on again. This time he knelt and stayed low. The sounds of bird calls and insects were spamming the area. John scanned the area and watched the bushes.
Five minutes passed and John stood. As he took his first step his peripheal vision picked up movement. He dropped and aimed. Nothing moved. He listened again. This time he heard nothing. Two minutes passed and nothing. Then there was an explosion fifty meters behind John.
John turned and then looked back in front of him. Out of the shadows a Brute lept towards the Master Chief. John pivoted and ducked. The Brute landed on his shoulder and John burst upwards. The Brute flew behind John and slammed into a tree.
John took this moment to check his team. Fred was in a grappling match with another Brute and Will was firing into the bushes at another Brute no doubt. John was about to face his opponent again when a train hit him in the face.
John's reiforced jaw barely stood the force of the Brute's blow. John staggered and nearly lost his balance. The Brute came in for another attack but John countered with his Battle Rifle. He swung the rifle in a baseball style attack and connected with the jaw of the beast.
The Brute stepped back and lunged again. John pulled his combat knife and ducked again. He was planning on slashing through the Brute's belly, but it was too smart. The Brute stepped, twisted it's torso and kicked the Master Chief in the shoulder. John hit the dirt, his knife skipped into the bushes.
The Brute raised his leg to stomp on the Master Chief. John disagreed and punched the bottom of the Brute's foot. The Brute lost it's balance and fell. When got back on it's knees, John hopped onto it's back.
John put the Brute into a headlock and squeezed. The Brute flailed about swinging at the Chief. John release one hand and dug into the Brute's eye sockets. He squeezed his fingers between the eyeball and skull and pulled up. The Brute's sockets shattered while flesh and bone ripped away from it's skull.
John jumped off and the Brute fell to the ground, holding it's eyes and roaring in pain. John retreived his combat knife and pulled the Brute's head back. He stabbed into the Brute's throat and severed his spine. The Brute fell to the ground, motionless.
John turned back to his team and found one Brute with over twenty AP rounds in it's skull and Will holding his side. Ten feet further Fred sat atop the third Brute. He was still punching the Brute's face. The Brute looked like a deformed monkey run over by one too many Warthogs.
John walked over to Fred and place his hand on his shoulder. "Let's go. We have to see how Kelly's doing."
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