Here they were, the legendary Blue Team, surrounded by rebel forces. However, one was missing, the hero himself. John took stock of the enemy, noting the armor-piercing rounds, his team could be in real trouble. He does the only thing he could think of, throw a random innocent space emu at them. The bird squawked in surprise and struggles futilely as John wrapped his large arms around the bird. He moved as stealthily as one could with a large struggling space emu held captive in their arms.
He climbed up a few large crates, which held his weight rather impressively, and threw the panicking bird. The rebels jump back in shock and emptied their clips into the poor moa.
The rest of Blue team took advantage of the momentary distraction and escaped. What idiots of them to waste all that ammunition on one bird. Lucky for Blue Team though.
John caught up to his team, who found a Rockethog. Since the seats were all filled, and he would be damned if he were sitting on Sam's lap again, he leapt onto the hood of the hog scaring the hell out of Kelly who was driving. She swerved around a curve, almost crashing. "Hi John." Linda yells cheerfully from behind the turret.
"DAMMIT JOHN!" Kelly screams, almost flipping the hog.
John grips the sides of the hood, his back against the center of the windshield. A few minutes pass, the team rode in silence, thinking about the plan; except Linda who was humming loudly to herself. A few more minutes pass, when Linda suddenly hits the brakes. John yelps as he's flung off and sent flying in the bushes.
They finally made it to their destination. The Spartans jump out of the hog and crouch low and begin taking out the security with ease. John stumbles out of the bushes and sees his teammates ready in their positions. They all winked the green light, John winked his back. The team moved stealthily over the bodies, making their way through the old base, splitting up.
John takes a maze like path. The further he went the more bored he become. He thought about how he could have been a math teacher if he had a normal life, the quickly thought against, because being a spartan is way cooler. Who doesn't love suicide missions? He wondered what the rebel leader looked like; he imagined him to have a braided goatee, eye studded eye patch, and a gold chain, with of course a pink leather jacket. Laughing at his thoughts, he shakes his head.
A rebel heard his laughter, " Whose there?" The genius asks, training his rifle on the corner.
" Your mother." John replies in his low gravely voice.
"Show yourself!" He shouts.
John climbs into one of the numerous crates that littered the corridor and puts the lid on, sealing him inside. He scoots it along, squinting through the small hole in the crate. He gets it just around the corner then stops. He continues to bump forward unnoticed. The oblivious man walks slowly towards the crate, rifle aimed at it.
"I could of swore that wasn't there a moment ago." He mumbles to himself. The man was skinny, clad in an old outdated uniform, he sat on top of the crate.
John throws the lid off, the man going with it in the process, landing in a small heap. John snickers at the surprised look on the rebel's face.
"Oh shit a spar-!" He begins to shout, John knocks him out and throws him over his shoulder.
"Yes Jimmy...a spartan." John whispers.
John meets up with his other squadmates, they look over the ledge they're perched on to see the leader of the rebel forces.
"John, Why do you have that rebel?" Kelly asks, irritation creeping into her voice.
" Uh...interrogation?" John answers and shrugs sheepishly.
"We're suppose to capture the Rebel Leader and interrogate HIM!" Kelly growls.
" Calm down Kelly, we're gonna get him. He's right below us." Sam whispers over the comm.
"Okay. Everyone get in their positions, we're gonna take this guy down." Linda says cheerfully before slinking off.
A few moments later all four Spartans were in position. 4 green lights blinked, all is go.
They all leapt into action, Kelly taking her anger out on the body guards and beating them to a literal pulp, Sam stunning the leader, Linda picking off all the oncoming reinforcements. John screams on his way down, startling the cigar out of the leader's mouth ( how he kept it in his mouth while being apprehended by a spartan is unknown, but damn good skill).
He lands right in front of him, posing in an intimidating stance.
"You don't scare me! I'm not tellin' ya anything!" The rebel leader yells. John bitch slaps him across the face, blood spraying from the man's mouth and nose, he slumps forward.
"Great! Now what?" Kelly shouts, her hands balled in fists at her side.
" Well we were going to take him as prisoner anyways." Linda shrugs.
" I'll go get the hog." Sam sighs in resignation and walks out to get said vehicle.
" I got you covered Sam." Linda says in her always cheerful voice. She crouches and looks down her scope, scanning the area for enemies.
John calls command " Mission accomplished, we apprehended the rebel leader and are bringing him in for interrogation."
"Good work spartan, report to evac zone, over and out."
John cuts the link and snickers. He walks over to a large metal crate and picks up 'Jimmy'.
Kelly whirls around, he eyes almost popping out of her skull. " WHY IS HE NOT DEAD?!" She screeches.
"interrogation." John says simply, giving a slight shrug. Poor rebel kid...
A few minutes later Sam shows up in with the warthog. He honks the horn " Alright Spartans let's move!" He shouts from the drive's seat. Kelly stomps towards the hog, John zooms past her with Jimmy in tow and jumps into the passenger seat shouting " SHOTGUN!"
"JOHN! ARE YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?!" Kelly screams in rage. John shakes his head.
"Hey John, why don't you get the rebel leader and let Kelly sit shotgun before she hear head explodes." Sam says trying in vain to keep some sort of peace.
John sighs and begrudgingly gets out of the hog, setting Jimmy on the ground. He jogs past Kelly, snatches the unconscious man up, then dashes back to his waiting team. Of course there wasn't anymore room for him, let alone two unconscious men.
So John, using his brilliant common sense, sets off to get the hog they rode to this base. He sprints there, mowing down the innocent ferns with his heavy footsteps, he arrives 30 seconds later. Why didn't Sam get this one? He wonders, then shrugs it off. He jumps into the driver seat, starts the engine and drives back to the two prisoners and Spartans.
He gets back out, picks up the men with ease, and sets the rebel leader down first then puts Jimmy in his lap. He buckles them in and reenters the vehicle. Sam goes ahead of John, leading the way to evac. John barrels towards Sam's hog and rams into the back. "GOD DAMMIT JOHN!" Kelly roars from the passenger seat.
John just honks his horn merrily as he passes them and waves. He leaves them in a trail of dust.
"I'm going to fucking knock some sense into his head." Kelly yells, boiling in her fury. Sam and Linda let her be.
Not long after that they all made it to the evac zone where a pelican was waiting for their arrival. John was waiting for them, having already loaded up his two prisoners. His teammates abandon their hog. Kelly storms up to him, fist poised to strike " What is wrong with you?" She yells.
"Nothing Kelly." John answers simply.
"Nothing huh? Well you need to get your head checked and right before the next mission. I want to see you in the training room after the evening meal!" She growls, and enters the pelican.
The three looked at each other then enter the pelican in silence. A few moments later they were in the air heading back to the ship.
A/N: Thank you for reading! This is my first story, so the more I write the better it should be. That's the theory anyway. Please leave a review, constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks again!