SPARTAN-124 rolled past enemy fire, and returned fire once behind a heavily armed Warthog. He brought down an Elite and two Jackals when he noticed he didn't have any backup. He glanced over to his left, to the hill that he had just come from. The Marines weren't navigating it very well, and one tripped and fell, accidentally firing his weapon.
"SHIT!" yelled Tom.
Three Elites took notice of the Marines, and opened fire. The Marines never stood a chance. Three of them had gone down before any of the Marines could open fire, and none of their shots hit a target anyway. All 10 of the Marines were dead.
Dammit," muttered Tom as he turned back to fire upon two Grunts. Suddenly, a sound of an engine starting emitted right in front of him. SPARTAN-117, AKA Master Chief had manned the wheel, and was motioning for Tom to come aboard. Tom hopped into the gunner's spot, and suddenly the attack force sieging Alpha Base was much smaller. As the 'Hog holding both of the last Spartans zoomed past, Tom reflected on how he had gotten here.
Tom had been on Reach with the other 35 Spartans. The planet had been glassed, but he had taken a Pelican out of the planet's atmosphere. All the other Spartans had been dead by then. He had appeared on the Pillar of Autumn a day and a half after the Autumn had discovered Halo. Now he and the Master Chief were the last Spartans alive. And he wasn't about to die anyway.
Tom brought down an Elite and a Jackal with the Warthog's chain gun. Once he saw the Hunter further up, he bent down for a plasma grenade. As the 'Hog zipped by, Tom threw the grenade onto the Hunter, exploding the beast into a million pieces. Tom opened fire with the chain gun, bringing down a trio of Elites before the Master Chief slowed and turned off the vehicle.
"Covenant dropships inbound at waypoint two two zero. Backup requested immediately. All personal report to waypoint two two zero at once." Commander Jacob Keye's voice blared through all channels. A horde of Marines were heading to two two zero, which was half a mile away from Alpha Base. The Marines didn't know it, but they were running into a trap.
Tom hopped out of the gunners spot, and without even looking, drew his sidearm and put two rounds into an oncoming Grunt. The grunt feel to the ground, writhing in it's own guts.
"Why couldn't you just have kicked him? Then we wouldn't have to step in this shit," said the Master Chief.
"The fun of the kill is in the chase," replied Tom.
"There was no chase."
"My point exactly." Tom grabbed two sniper rifles from the Warthog's supplies, and tossed one to the Master Chief. The Master Chief loaded it, and aimed down at the horde of Covenant waiting for the Marines to head their way.
In that pack, there was an Elite whose name was 'Putamme. He wore gold armor, and was the Field Master for the Covenant horde. He looked like all the other Elites, tall and muscular. But he was fat. Very fat. He wanted Marines for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And in a few moments, he was going have all the marines he ever wanted.