The Covenant forces at New Mombassa had already found the marks. They had already moved into the heart of the city and began to demolish it from the inside out. Several small squads of soldiers had already moved into the center of the city, quenching all resistance as they methodically moved.
One squad, a four man group of Elites, had been on the move since touchdown. They had a special mission to accomplish. The four aliens moved around the corner of 23rd street and came out onto a four-lane highway that led to the base of a building of substantial size.
The building itself didn't look like anything to be amazed by. It was a cube that jutted into the air about fifteen stories. Nothing really exciting about it. But what was held within it's metallic holds was the real prize.
The leader of the group, an Elite that went by the name of Voro, pumped his arm, signaling to the rest of the team that he was about to move sides of the street to avoid any potential snipers. His blue armor glistened with the humidity that the strange alien world had. He raised his plasma rifle up to his chest and nodded his head.
The signal for the move.
He darted across the opening, thankful that he had decided to move when he did. After making it to the other side, he hid himself inside of an alley that led down to the back of the building. He looked back, about to signal for the next unit to move, until he noticed that there where two M808 Scorpion Tanks heading out in front of the building, heading down the way that he had just crossed.
He held his arm out high, balling his fist in an effort to tell his team not to move.
The signal came too late.
The next unit moved across, running out at a blazing speed even for the more agile Elites. But, even running as he was, the soldier was not fast enough to escape from hundreds of 50 cal armor piercing rounds. He was dropped rather quickly, but his death had evoked a rage from the other squad members.
The other two that where waiting on the beginning side of the highway jumped out and lobbed two plasma grenades a piece. One stuck to the driver of the tank, another on the turret, and the following two landed on either side of the cockpit.
They retreated back into the narrow alley, and waited for the explosions to take affect. As soon as the first boom happened, the two moved across the road and shot to the other side next to Voro.
"What were you thinking? Don't let me catch that kind of act again, or the Prophets save you!" Voro shouted to the others. The smaller of the two, Jeun, looked down at the ground, his mandibles huffing with exhaustion. The other, Gorul, had moved next to Voro and placed a four-fingered hand onto the other's shoulder armor.
"Sir, we survived. And better yet, we knocked out one of the Demon's tanks! That was worth the price of Yuit's life. Sorry to dishonor his name so, but he showed us that we had a target. May he peace."
Voro thought a moment. "Your right, old friend. His death will not be in vain. The Prophet's have asked that we go in a retrieve this icon at all costs. He will not have died in vain," he said. Then, turning to face down the empty alley, he said, "We have a mission to complete. Make sure batteries are full and then we proceed. You two, watch my back, and be careful!"