Its 8:21 PM, its dark as hell, its raining like a hurricane. Of coarse it's raining, why not. Artillery is pounding the earth to a mix of mud and forest. Bullets are as constant as heartbeats. Spec Ops has been pinned down for 8 hours.

Zach stomps through the mud and lands beside Kidd, who is staring at the enemy through binoculars and making a sad attempt at updating a soaked, ripped up map.

"Okay, the artillery up there" Zach points a muddy finger at the paper.

"I think I can make a run for it and take it out, there are only two guys guarding it" he states.

"Right, I'm coming with you" Kidd says forcefully, not wanting to stay where he is.

"Fair enough, three, two..." Zach jumps out of the foxhole and blasts forward, Kidd running behind him.

They zigzag in the muck to avoid being separated from anything they may need, such as a leg.

Zach drops down a few feet in front of Kidd, he motions to go around the artillery gun, and to shoot the second they both have rifles aimed. They start moving again.

They start moving left, around the gun. They reach the back of the gun. Kidd fires off his rifle and the Artillery Spotter who is kneeling down slowly tips over. The other screams something inaudible amongst the cracking rifles and exploding artillery, before Kidd puts two rounds in his temple.

"You waited too long" Kidd justifies himself for taking Zach's kill.

"LOOK!" Zach yalps while pointing into the sky.

The two Marines stare towards a sky, a strange shadow moves through it

"Battlecruisers!" shouts Emanuel back with the rest of the group.

"Sweet Jesus! Command brought Battlecruisers!"

Zach runs to the front of the Gun and pops a grenade in the barrel,

"HIT IT!"

Zach and Kidd jump into an enemy foxhole as the gun erupts in a fury of not yet fired shells.

"LETS GET BACK DOWN THERE! I DON'T WANT TO BE IN ENEMYY TERRITORY WHEN THOSE CRUISERS START FIRING!" Kidd yells over the deafening roar of engines in the sky.

Zach gives them the thumbs up and the two bolt out of the foxhole and down the hill to join up with the rest of the Marines.

"Keep it on...." a Spec Ops machine gunner mumbles to himself as he trains his gun on two figures advancing towards him.

One of the two starts waving, while the other holds a rifle by the top.

"Jesus, Zach, a man get himself waxed doing that" says the gunner as Zach and Kidd land beside him and start taking down his gun.

"What are doing!" the gunner shouts.

"Cruisers man, were pulling the fuck back, less you want to eat 50,000 pound bombs."

The gunner strapped his gun to his back and grabbed the tripod not wanting to wait around and put them away correctly.

The three ran towards the main group,

"One less gun Sarge" Kidd pointed out.

"Good work, now haul ass, were moving as far as we can, we got five minutes, we've made contact with the lead Cruiser and they say the bombs will be ready soon, they don't want to be shot down here"

The gunner looked at the massive ship in the air

"Yeah I don't want that thing shot down over me either" he said in a joking way. Knowing all too well the blast one of those makes when its shot down.

"Targets locked and ready to receive payload sir" a soldier at the Helm on the lead Cruiser said to the Captain.

"Send a message to the other two ships"

"Teach them not to mess with our GOD DAMNED MEN!"

"Yes sir!" the Helmsman said with a grin on his face

Notes:

Recently the US army made a 20,000 pound bomb, just thought I'd make it a bit bigger. For anyone who's wondering, since this is a long while before HALO, even before the Covenant/. Cruisers would be like a small version of the PoA. Sub-Halcyon.