Chapter 4: Taken

24:17 hours
The Chief immediately grabbed both the Sergeant and the Commander to a safe area behind a large steel panel.
"Stay here and I'll bring you some weapons, be right back," he said with a grin. The Chief turned out from behind the panel and began to engage in some hand to hand combat some Elites and Grunts defeating them in seconds with incredible battle tactics. He snuck up on an Elite breaking it's neck and taking it's weapon and tossing it back to the Sergeant who stood up and raced up in front of the Chief to a control panel with an alarm switch and extra side-arm. He pulled the alarms lever sounding an alarm causing all Marines to rush out into the hall where the three were laying out some cover fire for them as the Sergeant tossed the side-arm to the Commander. Now they were all rapidly traveling down the passage toward the control room with Marines at their side, one of which sacrificed his assault rifle to the Chief. They were moving along quickly until they met they're worst fear, not Elites which were considerable in size, not a pack of vicious Grunts but three Hunters storming the halls tossing numerous workers into the walls wich mostly died on impact.
They were an alarming twelve feet tall with huge silver shields which they used as melee weapons to brutally slay their foes with a single blow. They had armored blue skin and bare orange skin in few areas such as under the arm in between two plates on the chest and up near the throat which was their weak spot. Even the Chief had fled from these legendary creatures several times before as every other Marine in the vast hall wanted to but he would not flee this time, he would stand and fight.
"Stay in your group and we should be able to bring these things down one at a time! On my signal we attack," whispered the Chief since the Hunters had not yet noticed them standing there. "Ready...ATTACK!" bellowed the Chief as all the Marine's rifle barrels became alight in the disturbed air including the Chief's. The sound of hot lead whistling through the air, hammers meeting bullets, pings as the bullets met the Hunter's skins and that of empty clips dropping to the floor rang throughout the facility as the Hunters turned in anger and sprinted toward them shields drawn back, ready to strike. About 5 Marines and the Chief were forced to leap out of their paths as the others continued to fire. As the Marines got up from the floor they noticed something horrifying yet incredible before them. A Hunter leaned over one of the warriors trying desperately to attack with what seemed to be a barrier of bullets stopping it from achieving its goal. The Chief was pumping what seemed to be unlimited amounts of bullets into the Hunter's throat, his weak spot. It seemed the impact of one bullet in it's weak spot would knock it backwards, and since the Chief was keeping up a constant stream of shells into it's weak spot it could not even fall on him much less attack him. As soon as the Chief's clip ran dry he rolled out from underneath the beast letting it drop to the cold floor, lifeless. The others cheered in triumph as if they were benefiting from the Chief's victory as they themselves took care of the other to Hunters, mainly aiming for the underarm whenever the creatures swung, although inaccurately since they had extremely highly developed vision and the light coming from the barrels of the Marine's rifles had been partially blinding throughout the entire battle. When the Marine's work was finished and the trio of Hunters lay motionless on the floor they all chanted together, "NOT BAD, NOT BAD AT ALL!" and marched on through the maze of halls and passages of the under-attack Soccom II battle cruiser.