Sorry this took so long but. . .school's a "female dog". Homework is
unbelievable. . .Also, the real reason I'm writing is because I have
pneumonia. The lower part of my right lung is filled with mucous.
Pleasant, huh? Here's the show.
I don't own Halo.
The five super-soldiers slowly made their way to the grunts' encampment on a single warthog. No one was too happy about this, except Nick. The reason being, HE got to sit next to Elise (A/N wink, wink). They finally arrived about a mile away and hopped out. "What do we got, John?" Master Chief queried.
"Well, we have the element of surprise. I suggest we use it. Our best plan of attack would be to spread out and surround 'em. Then, we can bombard the worms from all sides," the blue Spartan II replied.
"Sounds good," the Chief responded, "Okay, Sam, you're the slowest so shoot from here. John, you take the valley to the west. Elise and Nick, you guys-hey! Where's Nick? Where in God's name is that kid?"
"Does this mean I get to go alone?" Elise interjected hopefully, "All that guy did on the way here was hit on me."
"Back!" the black Spartan II chimed in.
"Boy, where in the blazes were you?!" asked an angry Sam.
"Nature calls, ya' know?" was his reply.
The others stared in disgust and amazement. Disgusted with his behavior and amazed at how stupid he could be. Master Chief finally broke the silence, "Ahem. . .Anyways, Elise, you and Nature Boy take the cliff to the East."
At this Elise let out a groan while Nick pumped his fist into the air. "Finally, I'll take the north end. Any suggestions for weapons, John?"
"Well," he paused to think, "Nick, you take a pistol and a sniper rifle. You have a good vantage point from the cliff. Also, you'll cover Elise, who will take a rocket launcher and an assault rifle. Sam, grab a rocket launcher and a sniper rifle, and Master Chief, you should take a sniper rifle and the last assault rifle."
"Wait," Nick broke in, "What are you gonna' use?"
John gave a chuckle, "Well what do ya' think? I get the warthog!"
"Oh that is so unfair," Elise whined.
She was quickly interrupted by her not-so-secret admirer, "Hey babe, we better get up there before the good spots are gone."
"Nick," Elise started way too sweetly, "If you ever call me 'babe' again, you're gonna' learn what a bazooka tastes like," she said finishing with the same charm she started with, and with that she began walking up the hill.
"Gotta' love that spunk," was all that Nick said before running after her.
"A match made in Hell, ya' know?" Sam said shaking his head.
"Well, let's move out!" the Chief shouted.
After about 20 long minutes, everyone was in position. Everyone, that is, except for John. "How the heck can you drive this thing, Chief?"
The Master Chief let out a sigh followed by groans from the rest of the squad. "Okay," John broke in after another 9 or 10 minutes, "I'm in position and ready to go. Elise, you shoot first, then Sam, then the Chief, and then I'll start firing. Finally, Nick, you get any Grunts we miss. Everyone got it?"
"Roger that, let's do this!"
"I'm good to go."
"I got my crosshairs on one of 'em."
"Me, too!" All were the eager replies of the squad.
"Okay, on my mark, Elise," Master Chief spoke masking his nervousness, "Three. . .Two. . .One. . .MARK!"
End of chapter. . .
I don't own Halo.
The five super-soldiers slowly made their way to the grunts' encampment on a single warthog. No one was too happy about this, except Nick. The reason being, HE got to sit next to Elise (A/N wink, wink). They finally arrived about a mile away and hopped out. "What do we got, John?" Master Chief queried.
"Well, we have the element of surprise. I suggest we use it. Our best plan of attack would be to spread out and surround 'em. Then, we can bombard the worms from all sides," the blue Spartan II replied.
"Sounds good," the Chief responded, "Okay, Sam, you're the slowest so shoot from here. John, you take the valley to the west. Elise and Nick, you guys-hey! Where's Nick? Where in God's name is that kid?"
"Does this mean I get to go alone?" Elise interjected hopefully, "All that guy did on the way here was hit on me."
"Back!" the black Spartan II chimed in.
"Boy, where in the blazes were you?!" asked an angry Sam.
"Nature calls, ya' know?" was his reply.
The others stared in disgust and amazement. Disgusted with his behavior and amazed at how stupid he could be. Master Chief finally broke the silence, "Ahem. . .Anyways, Elise, you and Nature Boy take the cliff to the East."
At this Elise let out a groan while Nick pumped his fist into the air. "Finally, I'll take the north end. Any suggestions for weapons, John?"
"Well," he paused to think, "Nick, you take a pistol and a sniper rifle. You have a good vantage point from the cliff. Also, you'll cover Elise, who will take a rocket launcher and an assault rifle. Sam, grab a rocket launcher and a sniper rifle, and Master Chief, you should take a sniper rifle and the last assault rifle."
"Wait," Nick broke in, "What are you gonna' use?"
John gave a chuckle, "Well what do ya' think? I get the warthog!"
"Oh that is so unfair," Elise whined.
She was quickly interrupted by her not-so-secret admirer, "Hey babe, we better get up there before the good spots are gone."
"Nick," Elise started way too sweetly, "If you ever call me 'babe' again, you're gonna' learn what a bazooka tastes like," she said finishing with the same charm she started with, and with that she began walking up the hill.
"Gotta' love that spunk," was all that Nick said before running after her.
"A match made in Hell, ya' know?" Sam said shaking his head.
"Well, let's move out!" the Chief shouted.
After about 20 long minutes, everyone was in position. Everyone, that is, except for John. "How the heck can you drive this thing, Chief?"
The Master Chief let out a sigh followed by groans from the rest of the squad. "Okay," John broke in after another 9 or 10 minutes, "I'm in position and ready to go. Elise, you shoot first, then Sam, then the Chief, and then I'll start firing. Finally, Nick, you get any Grunts we miss. Everyone got it?"
"Roger that, let's do this!"
"I'm good to go."
"I got my crosshairs on one of 'em."
"Me, too!" All were the eager replies of the squad.
"Okay, on my mark, Elise," Master Chief spoke masking his nervousness, "Three. . .Two. . .One. . .MARK!"
End of chapter. . .