Mission: Delta Sigma 650
Zero held the assault rifle close to his chest as he hid behind the wall. He breathed heavily as he heard the footsteps. Clomp-clomp-clomp. The footsteps neared him as he put his finger on the trigger. Zero had six bullets left and no extra ammos or weapons. The Brute that was now trailing him had a Needler, a gravity hammer, and an unknown amount of spike grenades. Zero felt one plasma grenade in his belt and knew only he had only one chance to make this right. He dared to peek behind the corner and quickly hid himself. The Brute was only feet away from the edge of the wall and had seen him. Zero stepped back, holding his assault rifle aloft and aimed where the Brute's head should be. Six well placed shots should disable the armor and a quick punch in the face should kill it.
The brute stepped into Zero's vision and it turned to face him. Zero's blood raced and his reserve of energy kicked in as everything slowed down. He took quick aim and shot three bullets into the beast eye which disabled the shield and knocked its helmet off. With intense speed, he leaped forward, jammed the barrel of the rifle down the beasts' mouth and fired the remaining three shots. When the round was empty, the ODST agent, using all his power, ripped the rifle out of the side of the Brutes mouth, causing its lower lip to hand off. Still in motion, he yanked the Needler from the Brute's hand and let out tall of its ammo into its chest. He pushed away from the beast as a pink cloud erupted from the Brute. Zero sighed with relief and was about to turn around when a plasma sword cut his head off. The owner of the blade removed the ODST's helmet to reveal the skull of an elite assassin. The owner of the plasma sword was a Spartan. He was Spartan 212, codenamed: Bio. He was called major by most and occasionally took Master Chief from close allies. He was the latest in next generation Spartans and was considered a test subject. He was faster, stronger, smarter, and more adaptable to situations than past Spartans.
His com-link opened up and Sergeant Dexter's voice ringed in his ears.
"Chief," he said, "have you taken out the assassin?"
"Yes," he said with a deep voice. Taking a photo image of the elite and sending it to the sergeant, he closed the com-link. Taking a step over the fallen corpses, he policed the area and walked down the hallway. The purple light of the covenant flagship that he was stationed on gave off. He was supposed to protect the high leaders of the Covenants alien races. With a quick nod towards the corpses, he continued on his way. Little did he know that treachery was within the flagship and that he would soon be at the center of a massive war.