Master Chief, also known as John-117, was panicking as he was running all around the Valhalla map, searching behind every rock and within every cave as he was looking for a Warthog vehicle to ride in.
"Damn it... where could it be...?" Master Chief muttered to himself as he was searching everywhere, shaking his head. "I know I had a Warthog vehicle detector somewhere..."
Earlier...
"There." Master Chief stated as he hid his Warthog vehicle behind a huge set of rocks, nodding as he patted it on the front, pushing a giant rock in front of it to guard it from any intruders. "No one will ever find it..."
"I knew I should have kept a good look at that spot." Master Chief murmured to himself, shaking his head as he looked down in disgust. "What is Cortana gonna say when I tell her I lost my vehicle?"
Just then Master Chief turned around, hearing horns blaring as he spotted several Spartans riding in a Warthog, all of them laughing as Master Chief fumed with rage, watching them head towards the northern direction.
"You damn kids!" Master Chief exclaimed as he began firing at the Spartans with his assault rifle, following the Warthog on foot as he ran as fast as he could. "You stole my vehicle! Rude!"
One of the Spartans, decked in blue colored armor, chucked a grenade behind at Master Chief, the explosion blinding him as he stopped, waiting for the smoke to disappear. Master Chief then was in disbelief as the Spartans riding the Warthog came back, this time intent on running over Master Chief.
'Oh shit." Master Chief nonchalantly stated as he began running, trying to find a high place to run on as he was ran over by his own vehicle, with the Spartans laughing as they kept rolling over the most famous Spartan of all.
