Shane ran across the open battlefield, plasma bolts whizzing past him, sweat dripping down his battered face. Robert ran along side him at remarkable speeds. This was what they had been trained for. This was what they lived for.

Just five days ago, Shane, Robert, Jane and 297 other Spartan III's were dropped on the volcanic asteroid K7-49 to disable a Covenant shipyard. This operation, this Operation:PROMETHEUS, would save countless lives. Right now, Shane wondered if it was worth all he and his team had been through. He knew that destroying this shipyard would not stop the Covenant juggernaut. He knew it wouldn't even slow it down...

As soon as the Spartan III's had hit the ground they had already lost good men. The impact had crushed spines and shattered bones. Shane couldn't grieve for long though. They had a job to do. It was July 27, 2537 and, ever since their training had begun on December 27, 2531, the Spartans had been preparing for an operation like this. Shane knew it was a suicidal mission but, then again, so were all of their missions. This mission involved being in the middle of the most heavily-guarded area on the asteroid and the Spartans knew many of them would die. But they were ready for death at any time. It had been knocking on their door since their training began. They knew this mission would open the door.