The Marines soon found themselves being disarmed, the "traitors" moving in such speed they were too hard to hit. Johnson came out of the Pelican, his Battle Rifle hinged on his shoulder. All the marines around him were weaponless, wide-eyed with fear and amazement. Before Johnson could ask what happened, some sort of Spartan dropped from the sky and tore the gun from his hands. The Battle Rifle was taken apart in front of him, then handed back.

"If we wanted to kill you, we would've. We're on your side." The Black armored one said.

Johnson looked him over for a moment, "You heard him."

Johnson then looked pitifully down at his Battle Rifle. "Want me to put that back together for you?" The Black armored one asked.

"Sir! Brutes and Hunters are moving in! Suggest retreat!" A Marine on the perimeter shouted.

"Not yet." Johnson scowled, dropping the useless Battle Rifle and taking out a Magnum, "Let's give 'em hell Marines."

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The Master Chief stood absolutely still in the shadows. The final Prophet on High Charity had to be eliminated, remaining undetected was necessary. Some Grunts stood guard nearby, hidden by pillars, set up to ambush him. They tried to remain silent, but the Master Chief could easily hear their chatter.

"Chief, you need to kill only the prophet if possible. The Covenant will fall apart once we kill it. Also, the prophet will likely escape in some other vessel if he hears you're coming." Cortana reminded him, as he reloaded a SMG.

"I wish I had that choice, Cortana." Chief replied, switching over to his Battle Rifle and reloading it too. "But I'll just have to hurry."

"This is bad, Chief." Cortana said. "I recommend pulling out."

"You what?" Chief asked, surprised by Cortana's words.

Cortana made no noise.

"I'm sending you back to Key's ship. You can talk to me from there." He linked Cortana through, and she was gone from his suit.

What was she thinking? Give up while so close to the Covenant prophet? Traitor? No. Impossible.

The Master Chief pushed those thoughts aside, he would need a clear head to deal with the current problem. He stepped out of the shadows.

"Demon!" A high pitched voice squeeled. He shot the grunt in the head. Then the next one, and the next, and so on. None were left. He ran through another door, killed more. Next room, two Elites. Hallway, two Hunters. He must be getting close. More Hunters, he shot them in the back. A tall door with a purple mark on the front. It was unlike any other he had seen. It slid open, and he leveled the BR. Four gold Elites stood with their backs to him, watching a holographic prophet give a speech. He walked up right behind them, silently. Their eyes were shut, heads bowed slightly. He slammed the BR into two spines. One of the others yelled at him, but he smashed its face. The other seemed to think he would be saved by his religion, and it stayed bowed, eyes shut. The rifle butt went through its helmet, skull, and brain.

A teleporter sat behind the hologram. He walked toward it, when four Brute honor guards came through. He hated Brutes.

Whack!

One rushed him and slapped him. He clutched the BR, and tried to avoid the next flurry of hits. Bullets rippled through the monster's muscles as the MC fired repeatedly. The other three Brutes stood calmly. They underestimate the Master Chief? The day the Covenant forget to fear the Master Chief, will be the day he dies.

The Chief caught the Brute's chin with the rifle butt. It was dazed and spat out teeth. Before he let it regain composure, he fired into its eye sockets.

Now, as the first Brute cried out in pain on the floor, the others' faces lit up with fear. The commanding one stepped back into the teleporter, nodding to his comrades, "Kill the Demon. I will warn the prophet." And he disappeared. The two Brutes remaining were underarmed for the battle. Four shots from a Brute Shot one carried, and a Carbine the other one obviously didn't know how to operate.

"Both of you, drop your weapons and I will let you live." The Chief said.

The Brutes looked at eachother, and then back at him. They put down their guns.

The Master Chief threw a frag grenade in between them, dove over it, and went through the teleporter as it exploded behind him. The two Brutes survived, washed in relief.