I know. Bad Author. but anyway. I dont own Halo (I wish I did though...some Coveys blew up my proof...well actually it was Chief but anyway. If I did Cortana wouldn't've died. And Kelly would actually be in the games as a playable character. Sheesh.) So anything recognizable belongs to Bungie.

The four teens ran around the field in one of their rare free times, enjoying the feeling of freedom it gave of them, a tall boy, called out: "Kelly! Emily! Wait up!"
The girls called back, "No way, Sam!"
One, with short blue-dyed hair, added "We're trying to make you better. You're slow."

Sam groaned. "Yes, we know you're faster than us. Now wait up."

Kelly sighed as she and Emily spun around and ran back to the boys.

The shorter boy laughed at the expressions on the girls' faces.
Kelly promptly slapped him.
"Hey!" Emily yelled. "You guys! We'll all be fourteen within two weeks, let's act like it!"
They looked at each other a moment before dissolving into laughter.

A whistle echoed over the hubbub of the Spartans-in-training. "Back to work! In your units!" called out their instructor.
"Um...we already are..." Kelly muttered, stifling her laugh.
"Sim combat today, cadets! Let's go, armor up!"
The kids raced toward the building, quickly opening their lockers and sliding their armor on and grabbing their weapons. They raced back outside and stood at attention.

"Board the Pelicans, go, go, go!" the instructor yelled, waving the kids onto the ships. Emily, Sam, Kelly, and John raced onto the nearest Pelican, taking seats near the front of the ship.
"Capture the flag today, cadets. Team who loses doesn't get dinner. 117, 034, 087, 147, Team One. You'll be with some others. Everybody else, Team Two."
Groans echoed around the Pelican. "No fair."
"Too bad." snapped the instructor. "Nearing drop point. Get ready. Go, go, go!" He waved them off the ship. They dropped into dirt by a wall and scrambled up for cover.

Sam, Kelly, and Emily looked to John as the de facto leader. He glanced around and pointed toward the One base.

They ran for the base. Kelly and Emily easily took the lead. They sped through the gate and spun, heels screeching against the earth to stop them.
The four shared a look and split up, Kelly and John going left, Sam and Emily heading right. More cadets congregated in the main area of the base.

John looked at his teammates, his best friends. They were the leaders of this team, like it or not.
John turned and addressed the small group of kids in the center of the base. "Fred, Linda, Malcolm, Maria, Grace: take east flank. Naomi, Daisy, Kurt, Isaac, Victor: west flank. Adriana, lead the rest on a direct assault. You and Arthur are in charge of the main assault. Com me, Kelly, Sam, or Emily for assistance. We'll be running around somewhere."
The designated group leaders nodded and split off into their groups, planning their part of the assault.

John went down to talk to Fred, while Emily talked to Adriana, and Kelly spoke to Naomi. Sam, left to fend for himself, took three kids from Adriana's group and went up top to keep a lookout.
"Alright!" shouted John. "Let's move out!"
The kids roared in appreciation and, staying with their groups, moved through the doorway out toward the Team Two base and their objective.

Sam commed John. "Team Two incoming from left and front."
"I see them," John replied. "Emily, Bridget, Alice! Take left while the others attack! Kelly, Sam, with me! We'll take the front!"
Emily nodded, and she and her two comrades went out to engage Team Two. Sam raced down, throwing a quick order to stay and report to his 'eagles' up top, ran down, joining Kelly and John at the door.
They joined the fray, attacking those Twos approaching from the front.
Kelly glanced at John.
He knew that look. Kelly ran toward John, baffling their opponents. She reached him, and when she stepped on his hands fingersaced together like a step, he launched her into the air. Kelly shot above the fray, shooting down Twos, and kicked some down when she landed.

Having landed in the center of the Two's forces, Kelly engaged the one who'd been nominated to lead them, a kid named Michael, tagnumber 032. She easily took him down, and by that time, John had fought his way to her side. Sam was off a few feet, fighting off the kids who didn't want to fight against Kelly or John. Kelly looked ahead. "Linda, Fred, Daisy, Adri, Arthur, Naomi: all clear." she commed ahead.
"Acknowledged." the others said in unison. A moment later, the groups charged the Team Two fortress.

The Twos heard the cheer of the charging groups, turned, and groaned collectively.

Well, those who could stand.

"I knew we shouldn't have let Michael be in charge. He's a great fighter but terrible at strategy." one complained.

"It's over. Forget it." another said.
Kelly, John, Emily, and Sam exchanged a slightly smug, slightly guilty look as their teammates carried the Twos' flag out of their fortress.

Emily laughed as she helped a Two up. "Hey, they fought the good fight, and we know they can work together. So if they can work together, they can work with us when it's necessary."
John nodded absently as the Pelicans landed to pick them up and take them back to the base. Everyone who had been a Two refused to look at John, Kelly, Sam, and Emily. When they did, their glares were full of resentment. Landing back at the base, everyone took off their armor.
And some of them went straight to their beds, while others went to eat.