The Warthog came to an abrupt stop about 4 miles from the confrontation with the elites taken place , John left the Warthog and started to get what he needed his MA5C ICWS, M6G and a grenade leaving everything else in his transport. John surveyed the building nothing was coming up on his motion sensor he moved to a door identical to those automatic ones he seen on the Ark, it opened showing what looked like interior to a house or so John would have guessed.

"Quaint isn't it" Cortana chimed in his helmet. "It will do to lay low for a while hopefully to get those Elites off of our backs" John replied.

"Do you think we are at war again, with the elites" Cortana sounded worried after all that was lost she was afraid that it could mean Earth would have a similar fate to Reach, but her worries were soon put to rest.

"No, the Arbiter is not a liar, the Elites are not liars either. Our races have been at war for so long why would they want to fight again. Plus either of our races have nothing to gain from it" John said back confidently.

Walking back out side his motion trackers picked something up in formation Banshees, they open fired at the SPARTAN, John dove out the way back in to the small building they missed but hit his Warthog with all his equipment in it. The Warthog was a smouldering wreck, the Banshees came in for another pass John ran out side and dove on one of the low flying Banshees. He ripped open the canopy to the craft with his hand and ripped the alien from the controls sending it earthward to it's death. 117 climbed in and slowed the craft down he got behind one of the Banshees and opened fire the plasma ripped in to it and it lost control making it corkscrew right into it's wing man.

"That was too crazy John warn me next time" His AI companion scowled."But did you mean to take out the other one?" she asked quizzically. Not replying as he was focused on the battle he quickly took out another pilot 117 looked at his motion tracker he counted four left,John barrel rolled to the right avoiding fire but it did not matter. " We're hit" John shouted over the fire. Checking the ammo counter on the HUD of the Banshee he looked at what he thought was the ammo counter.

"Yes you have two fuel rods left" she stated knowing what he was going to ask. Gaining altitude he brought the Banshee to a stall causing it to get dragged back to earth, he open fired taking out another,"Three left" He yelled. Now noticing something odd the other two were heading at him directly he fired a fuel rod causing them to part. 117 got hit from behind "We're trailing smoke John do something, head back toward the city" Cortana suggested.

Another ten minutes of dodging fire he made it to the city swooping down in to the buildings he started to shake the three chasing him he set the Banshee down in a road, the smoke climbing in the air it would give away his position then he thought of an idea. "The grenade, it should take out the Banshee if my plan works" John stated. "Well hide and lets see if it will" she replied, 117 dropped the grenade on the floor and ran in to cover. He noticed that the three Banshees landed and went to look at the wounded craft. Three Elites stood looking at the wreckage trying to figure out what had happened to it's occupant. John stepped out behind a near by wall and shot the grenade killing the Elites instantly.

"Well that worked" Cortana mused. Something grabbed Johns attention looking down to the floor he seen something very familiar to him. "Cortana what do these look like to you?" John asked. "Those are Warthog tracks there leading down that road. 117 ran down the road following the tracks until he seen something, a dead Grunt. "Look at that Grunt, it's been crushed by a Warthog pretty bad" Cortana implied. "Yet look at it's chest what do you see?" 117 replied. The Grunt was mangled badly but it's wound on it's chest was familiar and shocking.

"The Warthog was driving at top speed hit our friend with a lot of force I know what one of those things can do to a Grunt, then it was stood on, look at it's chest" 117 said somewhat sounding with relief and hope, he sounded happy. "That is a MJOLNIR mark five boot, there SPARTANs here" amazement lingered in here voice. "Yeah, and it seems to me that they don't think the Human Covenant war is over yet" John replied. His assault rifle on his back he followed the road to the SPARTAN and hopefully answers.

Wow new chapter, been a while since an update. I think this is not that good of a Chapter but still, better than nothing right. =D R&R plz.