John's POV:
"Target, south side, seven stories up. Heavily surrounded by guards, armed with heavy tech. Walk in the park marines." John's radio blared, causing him to wince. He could've done this mission alone, but ONI didn't quite trust him, claiming he was still under trauma from Requiem, and his battle with the Didact, despite his claims that he was fine. He did one final check on is MA5D, before the drop into the combat zones of New Harvest.
"Listen up Marines! We got a grade A badass on board, but that doesn't mean you got any right to be babies!" The fire team's CO yelled. "We are Helljumpers! You either hump back aboard a Pelican or-" "IN A BODYBAG, SIR!" The ODSTs yelled, pounding their rifles against the deck in a salute of honor. John frowned at their enthusiasm, as they were acting as rookies. Their confidence would get them killed, without proper vigilance, and tactic.
"Sir, what is recon's assessment of the terrain surrounding the target?" Chief inquired, earning a grin from the CO. "Perfect time to ask, chief, because," He said, passing out Jetpacks, "The terrain is nearly unapproachable from the ground, and since the covies have an AA battery on top of the skyscraper, so the only way in is to fly in from below." As if on cue, the Pelican's door opened, flooding the chamber with light, as soldiers began to pour out.
"Get tactical marines!" The CO yelled, earning an "HOORAH!" from his men.
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