CHAPTER 4 – Hats off to armour lock
As the dust brushed off the sides of the ship, Captain Armek put his hand on top of mike's shoulder "a minutes silence boys..."
After the minute they set the co-ordinates for the ODST base, "Mark we're dropping you off at that base in the Cortanium, ok?"
"Yeah sure – do you know what I don't understand?"
"What"
"Why did they call it the cortanium?"
Troy stands up and whispers into Armeks ear
"Alright a boy, looks like it's not going to be a simple drop off situation, there appears to be heat signals taking form of elite shapes and big Scarab, so mark, want to have some fun today?"
"Let's kick it"
A warthog specially coloured red with M1K3 graffiti on the side the warthog engine revs as the bullets fly from the turret Mike on the turret Mark riding shotgun and Newb driving. One by one elites picked out like cockroaches under the burning hot sun.
"That seems to be the last of them".
"Urh, captain it isn't" says mike, as Armek turns around he comes to see an elite holding Mike up by an energy sword.
"You give me what I want or he dies!" shouts the elite through a dark voice "alright what do you want?"
"I want some money; to get out of here you will protect me"
Armek spots an ODST on the rooftops giving the signal to take out the elite, but armek downs the offer and waits for some more information out of the elite.
"They want me dead, I'm the only one left if they kill me they're going to be wiped out... I won't let that happen".
Armek leans his radio over to his mouth "Troy we're going to have a problem here