The Elites filed one by one into the outhouse. Master Chief and his marines moved out from their position and headed toward an ancient ruin and stupidly entered the building. He had the marines form a position in a 360 degree angle so that everybody's backs were covered. Just as they finished setting up their perimeter, a team of grunts walked down the stairway on Master Chief's left side.
The marines sensed that something was wrong so they looked around and saw the grunts walking down the stairs. They passed the message around their perimeter so that it would eventually reach the Chief. By this time the grunts were on the Chiefs blind side facing away from him. He turned and gave each one a good whack in the head.
The Chief told the marines to hold their position while he went upstairs to see where the grunts had come from and what else was going on up there. He slowly made his way up the stairs and entered the room like a master of spying. What he saw really opened his eyes. If he was asleep before, he definitely was awake now.
Sitting with their backs to the door were the two prophets, Truth and Mercy.
"Now's are chance take them out while we have the upper hand," whispered Cortana in the Chiefs ear.
"It isn't that easy," replied the Chief. If he just waltzed right in and started attacking Truth, then Mercy would be on his back. Yet he did have a troop of marines just waiting for the call downstairs. The Chief decided that instead of taking the prophets out on his own, he would call in air support.
"Cortana, I need you to call in an air strike on this camp."
"Ok, but there is no way that we will make it out in time. We will all be fried."
"Nope, I have a plan." The Chief walked back down the stairs and briefed the marines on his "plan". As soon as Cortana calls in the air strike, they would charge up the stairs and lay heavy fire on the prophets. After theywere dead or even knocked out the UNSC forces were to grab onto the prophet's anti gravity chairs. These chairs were impervious to bombing or fire. There isn't one thing known to man that can destroy the chairs. Therefore, they would all be safe.
"Ok, the bomber is on its way, ETA 5 minutes," said Cortana.
"Ok marines you all know the plan so it is time to do our job. Let's go kill some prophets," said the Chief. They charged up the stairs, burst open the door, and lay heavy fire on the prophets. Mercy was the first to drop dead with a loud howl similar to that of an Elite's. Truth was a little harder to kill but the job was done and the entire process was completed in about 2 minutes.
"Ok everyone grab onto one of the chairs and brace yourselves, the blast will be in about 2.5 minutes," said Cortana. The marines grabbed on along with the Chief and waited until there was 30 seconds left on the countdown. Cortana counted these last 30 seconds out loud. Nearing 5 seconds, the Chief got that prickly feeling again. He used his right arm to satisfy this itchiness but found that it didn't work, so he used his left arm.
"2,1,"
"Oh CRAP." The Chief felt the bombs hit and felt his MOLJINOR armor crumble. His reinforced bones crumbled and a door fell on his body, crushing him more then he already was. His eyes wandered as the world slowly turned black.
A/N Well how's that for an ending. Again this came from my imagination and the idea of Master Chief dying came to me so I stuck with it. I hope that I used your advice and made this a better story. I know it is short but it is my first. Thank you to my few reviewers.
