Author's Note.

BOOK 2!

Starts in Season 2, my ducklings. Deanis is back and gonna kick some ass.

I know that Book 1 has only six reviews so far. Let people know about this, please? I'm not that vain and narrisistic, but I get excited when people comment on my work. Its a nice feeling.

ONWARDS!

Disclaimer

WarBound is a nonprofit fan story. Halo, Halo 2, Halo 3, Halo Reach and Halo Wars are products of Bungie and produced by Microsoft. Blood Gulch Chronicles and the Reconstruction, and Season 9 are owned by Roaster Teeth. Any Original Characters are owned by the author and shall not be used without the author's permission.

All Flamers and of the such can kiss Sarge's ass.

Chapter 1 - Enfilade

"I better not be Fucking bald."

"Don't worry, I did what you asked."

Deanis looked into the mirror. Once again, her hair was a perfect crew cut. Courteously of Donut.

Ever since Donut became treasurer from the last staff meeting, Red Base had gotten a lot more things and updates. Like better MREs, more favorable items like Red army banners, and some personal items at Deanis's request. She was getting of cleaning blood from her armor just because Command forgot about the shipments.

Deanis turned her head to see more of Donut's handy work. Simmons previous got a cut from Donut in order to "show more of a inspiring figure", which translates into he wanted to impress Sarge. Deanis put her helmet back on.

"Sarge wanted us outside after you were done," Deanis said as Donut put away his barbering tools.

"You mean about the you-know-what?" Donut asked.

"Seriously man, we're just attacking the blues," Deanis grunted.

"But Sarge said that the blues could be listening in! Plotting our next move in hopes of using our will against us!"

"You give Sarge too much credit," Deanis said irritable as she neared her way to the doorway, "Come on, I wanna shoot something already."

Donut followed.

It's been three months since that major ballad with the Blues and their Freelancer. A lot of shit went down during that time. A revelation of feeling returned to knocker like a fret train, an AI that had gotten into her head because she had been an idiot, finding him again… The only reason she hadn't lost it yet is because Donut had been a good replacement for Lopez. Sure the guy's an idiot, sure he acts like a high school cheerleader, but he's a good listener. Deanis liked that about him. It's one of the few reasons she keeps him around without trying to shoot him off.

The two soldiers made it outside. Blood Gulch hadn't really changed in the last three months. The craters from the blue's tank had been filled, the damage the base had taken from the attack had been repaired to the best of everyone's ability, and the Warthog was placed back into an almost perfect condition. Not much had changed.

Sarge, Simmons and Grif waited behind a few rocks nearby blue base. Donut and Deanis reached them.

"Took you long enough," Grif said, "What, you guys talking about your hair?"

"No. We were talking about how lop sided I'll make you," Deanis countered, taking and spinning her M6D pistol. Grif made a small gulp, and lowered his M5BM closer to his crotch.

"Are they in position yet?" Deanis asked.

"Not yet," Simmons said, "Their talking to this purple guy."

"Purple guy?"

"Yeah," Grif said, "He's holding something green and all glowy and stuff."

"The blues must've hired another special ops to come and defeat us!" Sarge exclaimed, "Donut, shoot the soldier's weapon!"

"I'm on it sir!"

Donut unslung the sniper rifle on his back and took aim. Deanis wasn't surprised if it was another Freelancer. The skirmish with Tex must've caught some attention, they didn't just leave valuable equipment lying around. She wondered briefly if the new mercenary was after the AIs…

The shot was fired, hitting the glowing weapon right out of the purple soldier's hands. Assumingly surprising the blues.

"Fire again!"

Another sniper shot fired, missing the soldiers but forcing them to scatter to different shields and away from their base. Donut fired one more time as a warning to stay away.

"Nice shot, cupcake," Sarge said, his shotgun raised.

"Thanks Sarge!"

Simmons and Deanis fired on the blues that were dumb enough to hide in the open. They didn't hit any of them, but it was still satisfying.

"Oh that's right, suck it blue!" Simmons cried in excitement.

"Yeahah, sneak attack!" Grif said, popping up in front of Deanis.

"Out of the way, fuck 'tard or I'll shoot you with them!"

"Pack up yer knickers, fellas. Let's go get 'em," Sarge commanded.

All of them fired, Donut with his battle rifle while the rest of them with assault rifles next to Sarge who used a M6C pistol. Most of them were chipping rocks or hitting the side of Blue base, or attempting to hit Caboose. Deanis found it fucking funny that Caboose literally danced when she fired at his feet.

Donut switched his battle rifle with the sniper again, and started firing at the purple armored guy.

"Simmmonns..." Grif said, pressing the trigger of his rifle for full maximum bullet spray, "I-I can'tt ffeeel my handdds."

"Maybe you should lay off the trigger, you dumbass."

More firing, along with Donut and Sarge parking single bullets at the blue soldiers. There were reloadings along the fighting, or rather attacking the Blues hadn't attacked back. Wait a minute…. Deanis watched as the cobalt soldier, Church, raised his pistol and fired. Hitting Caboose. In the foot. Wasn't that bullet supposed to be for us?

Caboose went down behind his small rock, holding his bleeding boot. Deanis didn't know how it felt to be shot in the foot, but she doubted it was pleasant. Being shot that is, she was pretty sure that it was pleasant shooting the foot of the enemy. The small target held a lot of pain.

It wasn't long before Deanis started firing clicks rather than bullets. She jerked the clip of her rifle out, and reached for her combat utility belt. No magazines to be replaced. Shit. And she rather would use her M6D when she was close ranged, so that there was more of an impacted and more fun out of it.

"Oh crap, I'm out. Give me some ammunition, Grif," Simmons said, taking the empty clip of his rifle and throwing it aside.

"Same here," Deanis said.

"Me?" Grif said, perplexed, "I don't have any extra, I'm down to one bullet."

"The fuck?" Deanis said, "You supposed to supply us with extras, dumbass."

"Wait, since when?"

"Since the last staff meeting," Simmons said.

"We actually talk about stuff in those things?" Grif said surprised, "I just fall asleep inside my helmet."

"Well, you missed your job assignment, and now we have no ammo."

"What's you guys jobs?" Grif asked.

"I'm the Social Chairman," Simmons said.

"Battle Chaplin," Deanis said.

"You're religious?"

"Nope," Deanis explained, "I 'inspire' soldiers to fight on the battlefield."

"I… really don't want to know how…"

"Grif. Me and Treasurer Donut are empty," Sarge said, "We need some clips."

"Hey Grif, you remember that one bullet you have left? I thought of the perfect way you can use it," Simmons said.

"Well, fuck," Deanis said, "Now what the fuck are we going to do?"

"We can't let them know that we don't have any ammunition," Simmons explained, "How about we give them a chance to surrender?"

"Excellent plan Simmons," Sarge said. He began to yell.

"Hey blues! We're giving you a chance to surrender!"

"There is no way this bluff is going to work," Grif said, and then was smacked up side the head by Deanis.

"I suggest you shut your mouth and follow orders or the next bullet fired will be in your ass!"

"What the fuck! You don't even have any ammo!"

"I know," Deanis said, "I was inspiring you."

"You call that inspiring?"

"Put a cork in it, Fast Eddie," Sarge said, "There's positively no way the blues know we're outta ammo."

Like on cue, Church yelled back from behind the rock.

"What're your terms?"

"Our what?" Grif asked.

"I can't believe this is actually working," Simmons said, "See if we can get Lopez back, Sarge."

"Maybe he can help see what the problem is with the water shortage," Deanis suggested.

"Oh oh Sarge," Donut whispered, "tell them we want the flag."

"Yeah, and some cake," Grif said.

"Oh... Wait wait Sarge, just the cake."

"Alright blues! First off! We want your flag...!" Sarge was cut off surprisingly by Simmons.

"Wait wait wait just a second. The last time we got the flag, the chick in the black armor showed up."

"...to stay right where it is! Keep the flag!" Sarge finished, "But we do want our mechanized droid guy back!"

Deanis stared at Church. She wasn't quite sure what he'd do exactly. Deanis did know what happened to Lopez, mainly because all the sudden Lopez was speaking in Church's voice and the fact that the Blues had to make a temporary and secret truce in order to get Church's shoulder fixed from when Deanis had shot it. She had stayed hush hush about it, even with Donut.

"You may know him as Señor El Roboto!"

She couldn't just save Church again this time. He already owed her two favors, one from letting him have the Freelancer and two from fixing his shoulder. If she just stopped Sarge from wanting Lopez, it would look highly suspicious and she wasn't about to be considered a traitor to Red army. That's the last thing she needed.

"And don't think you can keep his nuts! Or bolts, or other mechanical parts you may have!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Deanis said. She wasn't answered.

"Uh, uh he's not here any more!" Church yelled back.

"Yeah, he left! He was all like "Sayonara!" and then he just took off!" The teal guy yelled.

"Sayonara isn't Spanish," Deanis said, "Its Japanese. The fucking idiot."

"You know Japanese?" Donut asked.

"Some."

"Hey reds!" Church yelled, "How about a medic? Would you take a medic as a hostage?"

"Meh, that sounds pretty good to me," Simmons shrugged.

"I don't know," Grif said, "I think we can hold out for more."

"We're out of bullets you fucking moron," Deanis said.

"Oh right. Take the medic. The medic's a good deal."

"Okay! We're gonna send over our medic! Now what do we get!" Church yelled.

"You're surrendering!" Deanis yelled back, "All you get humiliation and defeat!"

"We've already got that!" The teal guy yelled, "What else do you have!"

"What do you want?" Sarge yelled.

"How about if you admit that the red team sucks!" Church yelled. Red team looked at each other.

"Lets not," Deanis said.

"I have it!" Sarge said, and turned to yell, "What if we admit that one of us sucks!"

"Nice," Grif said, but then turned, "Wait, you mean Donut, right?"

Trivia.

Enfilade - Civil War Term. To fire upon the length rather than the face of an enemy position; enfilading an enemy allows a varying range of fire to find targets while minimizing the amount of fire the enemy can return.

Fast Eddie - An African American DJ.

Another wonderous book with another wonderous chapter. Deanis even has some description of what her head looks like.

Going forward, I'm actually already writing chapter 10 to Book 2 and I'm not even close to being finished with it. Good luck waiting.

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Chapter 1 - Enfilade