Okay this is my second fan fiction I've ever created (first halo one though) so if its crap don't hit me too hard in your reviews, please give me feedback and advice. Also my story will mainly focus on the very much overlooked forces of the UNSC ARMY and a fictional sector under their control.

NEW JERUSALEM, SERAPHIM VII

BUSINESS DISTRICT

JUNE 7, 2552

2300 HOURS

Sergeant Alexander Grayson held his breathe as he looked down the scope of his M392 Designated Marksman Rifle. The city of New Jerusalem was all but destroyed; ant building over ten stories was in flames, half the city had been glassed and Covenant drop-ships loomed in the skies above. Grayson was in a ruined office building waiting for his squad. he spotted a small patrol of Unggoy lead by one Kig-Yar emerge over a pile of rubble. He aimed at the dark skirmisher's head; with enhanced eye-sight if he were to shoot one of the grunts first the bird-like alien would spot him for sure.

Grayson had been holed up at this rendez-vous point for about five hours now and figured it had been long enough, he pulled the trigger an with a loud crack the alien was down and the grunts were in a state of panic. He adjusted his aim and fired three more times, eliminating the rest of the patrol.

'Some Covenant would have heard that.' he thought to himself as he got up to leave. As he turned around he met the brunt force of a plasma repeater across the temple. His vision blackened for a moment as he stumbled to the ground again; had it not been for his helmet he would have been killed. Grayson looked up and through his concussion he could make out the figure of a Zealot class Sangheli as it rose it's arm for a final strike. The sergeant's heart raced as he attempted to grab his sidearm, only to see it had dislodged and slid across the room as he fell.

"Shit!" he said, but just then the elite's neck sprayed purple blood onto Grayson as a combat knife forced its way through. The Zealot coughed up about a pint of blood as it crashed to the ground.

"You always were one to let yourself get sucked into your scope, Al." said a man clad in black vacuum proof armor. Master Sergeant Michael Jones stood over the eight foot long body of the Elite wiping off his knife.

"Yeah, and you were always one for timely appearances and disappearances." Grayson retorted. "Couldn't you have killed that thing before it hit me on the head?"

"Now, now, Al do you have any idea how hard it is to sneak up on someone who's already sneaking up on someone else.?" Jones said in a jokingly. "So, you planning on lying there all night, Sergeant?"

"Not if it means I got to be stuck with you." he commented as he pulled himself up.

"Okay "ice cube", but enough joking around." Jones said, reaching into his pack. "The whole squad's been trying to reach you on the radio for almost a day, your comms out or something?" He finished saying as he pulled out a radio head-set.

"No, but there's a Covenant jammer I spotted a few blocks south of here," he said, rejecting the offer he knew was coming. "thought about taking it out once some reinforcements arrived."

"Well, Grayson I'm the only help your gonna get on this one." said Jones.

"Why's that?" Grayson asked, confused.

"Akerson's taken control of our unit. He's sent most of the squad towards the city center towards the museums; apparently the Covenant really want in there."

"That areas close to the fallout of the glassing, on the complete other side of the city!" Grayson exclaimed.

"Yup and we gotta get there quick," said Jones, " I say we hit the jammer then call for a vehicle drop to get us down there."

"That's just what I was going to suggest, I'll lead sarge." Grayson said as the two picked up their rifles and step through a hole in the wall; out of the office and into the darkness of the night.

There it is my first chapter to this halo fan-fic please tell me what you think and what I need to work on to see if this is worth continuing, because more reviews= more chapters!