The underbrush was silently pushed aside as a large black figure steadily crawled through, amazingly making little noise for his size. He was covered completely in a light layer of ballistics gel padding with a form-fitting infiltration suit, much like a once piece jumpsuit, but more leathery. The figure finally stood behind a thick tree, checking his augmented MA5B Assault Rifle. He had augmented it to adapt a silencer, and increase the ammo-magazine by using smaller rounds in order to pass through the silencer. He pushed in a fresh-magazine, putting the near-empty one on his left hip. His face was fairly pale, but still had a light tan to it, along with the scars randomly placed all over his face. His hair was shaved down to the scalp, but not enough to where it shined, the blond hair blocking a lot of the light. He wore a pair of yellow-tinted Shooter's Glasses over his blue eyes with an increase in the programming to have a zoom of up to 20x and an aiming-reticule along with a small cut-down version of his Heads Up Display. He turned his head slightly to look past the tree, noting the solitary Elite in red armor patrolling the area. He grinned and silently jumped up into the tree, crawling quickly from one branch to the other before jumping to another tree, slowly making his way closer to him from the air. He finally stood over him on the branch, then drew his knife, slowly exhaling. He dropped down and rolled to soften the impact, springing himself up at the Elite's back to cover its mandibles with one hand as the other slid the knife across his throat before stabbing his windpipe. He then slowly lowered the Elite down, also stabbing it in the heart once before wiping his blade on the grass, sheathing it.
"That was fun…Now I wonder where the rest of my Company has gone to…"
Mike moved to shoulder his modified MA5B and lightly jogged through a small trail through the forest. He looked up at the sky then quickly ran over the cliff-face of a hill. He sighed softly before slinging his weapon over his shoulder and moving his fingers lightly. He jumped up and dug his hands into the face of the cliff, his feet finding purchases against it as well. Mike sighed slightly and shook his head, beginning to slowly but steadily make his way up. He looked up then began to climb a little faster before stopping just under the ledge of the cliff. He slowly pulled himself up to look over as he un-slung his rifle, aiming it in case of any enemies. He crawled onto the ground slowly before standing up, whistling the Spartan code out loud, still scanning the area with his eyes. After a short while, he heard a little bit of rustling leaves and the call-back signal. He grinned slowly and turned to face the trees, moving closer to them.
"What took you guys so long?" he asked softly, slowly seeing his company regrouping in the shadows.
"Sorry Boss, we fell into some company of Elites," Marsha said. Dan replied, "Yeah, and they had to have us over for a little party." Mike chuckled softly and moved to put a hand on both of their their shoulders, both of them similarly dressed as he was, except for the fact that Dan was a little bigger, with buzz cut style brown hair and brown eyes, and was carrying a bag of explosives and other things they would need. Marsha had slightly long red hair, with green eyes, her hair pulled back into a small pony-tail.
"I'm growing anxious just sitting here, lets move out!" Mike said, with Marsha nodding silently. "Aw, but I'm not done blowing up the covenant!"
"Too bad Dan, lets move. There will be plenty more to kill soon…"