Diclaimer: I do not own Halo in any way, shape, or form; though it would be completely awesome if I did.
Popping out of cover Private Green squeezed off the last few rounds in his MA5B before dropping down again. He scrambled around for a fresh magazine only to come up empty.
Shit. He was out of ammo.
"I'm out," he shouted to the rest of his squad.
"You're not the only one," Sergeant Denver replied. "Almost everyone is out of ammo."
Shit! Shit, shit shit! This day could not get any worse.
As if to prove him wrong a loud crunch and screech reverberated along the street. Wincing, he peeked around the pile of rubble he was hiding behind to find a Wraith gliding up the street, shouldering aside the wrecks of cars.
"Uh, Sergeant, we've got trouble."
"Tell me something I don't know, Private. Has anyone seen the Chief?"
"I'm here."
The whole squad jumped as the towering Spartan stepped from the shadows within a shattered doorway. Though his army green armor was coated with dust he was still the most awe-inspiring sight he had ever seen and hope soared within him that they might make it out of here alive. Until his gaze dropped and found the Spartan's hands empty.
"Oh no, don't tell me you're out of ammo, too?"
The Chief simple nodded before looking about the area as if searching for something. Crouching, he poked through detritus in the street and picked up an empty shell casing. He twisted and turned it this way and that for a few moments then tapped his thumb against the open end and nodded.
"This will do," he said in his gravelly voice and grabbed a few more casing.
Standing, he turned and once more disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind one very confused squad of marines.
"Does...anyone else know what just happened?" Private Young finally asked after several long moments.
"No idea and we have bigger problems then worrying about the actions of damn Spartans," Sergeant Denver snapped and turned his attention back to the approaching tank.
Just in time to see the Chief leap out of a third floor window.
Landing on the Wraith with a resounding clang the Spartan wasted no time in prying the hatch open. With one hand locked on the opening in a death grip the Chief raised his other hand in a fist. For a moment the sun glinted off something bright until he slammed his fist down into the tanks occupant.
The Wraith jerk to the side then the Master Chief pulled the driver's corpse from the cockpit and dumped it over the side. Climbing in he closed the hatch and turned the tank on the rest of the Covenant, sending them fleeing. The marines could only watch in dumbfounded silence.
"Uh, follow that Wraith," Sergeant Denver finally ordered.
Leaving their cover they trotted down the street, pausing only once at the dead Elite the Chief had dropped. Rolling the corpse over, jaws dropped and eyes bugged at the sight of four brass casing sticking out of the Elite's skull.
"Some times, that dude scares me," Corporal Bowie intoned.
All around him the squad could merely nod in agreement as they watched the Chief blow some Grunts sky high with the Wraith's main gun.
I hope everyone enjoyed this, it was just a thought rattling around in my head saying 'write me, write me', and I'm sure we've all had those.
Now, I plan on doing more of these so if anyone has an idea for other items I could give the Chief to wreak destruction with, let me know and I'll see what I can do. They must be regular normally harmless items, though I make no promises that I'll actually use all the items given to me or that I'll update quickly. But I will appreciate the input.
Finally, please review. Good or bad I welcome them.