AN/Disclamer: i own no part of halo or anything else in this story, with the exception of the three main characters, i wish i owned part of halo, mutters "then i could quit this frigging job and relax for a change..." but anywho, R&R please, and if you must flame me, remember that this is my first atempt at a fic, sotry to do so in an intelegent manner so i might actually learn something from your opinion of my work.
Chapter 1
The battle rifle's slide locked open, he was out of ammo "Shit, why does this always happen to me" Gavin thought as he dropped the now-useless rifle and grabbed his M6D pistol, opening up on the elite charging his position, plasma sword drawn.
"Ammo! I need ammo! Anyone have any spare's?" Gavin yelled as the elite dropped under the combined fire of the remaining members of Gavin's squad, most of his head taken off by Rodriguez and his shotgun.
"Here Sarge, take mine, apparently they didn't design these things to be used as clubs- I kinda broke mine on that grunt that wanted to share my hole."
"God damn it Jones, didn't they ever tell you that it's best to keep your rifle in working condition?" Gavin asked as he took the clips from the unrepentant trooper and reloaded his battle rifle.
"Yeah well, I've always like this better" Jones said as he grabbed a shotgun and ammo from a trooper that had no further use for it."
"You always were an up-close and personal kind of bastard." Rodriguez said as he got back in his position and reloaded his shotgun.
"Your one to talk, every damn time we get back to base you have to clean your gearthree freaking times to get all the blood out." Jones shot back as he started scavenging ammo from the various bodies that lay scattered about, courtesy of the hard fighting that had been raging back and forth in the city.
"Can it people, we're moving into that building over there, so grab all the ammo you can find and get you asses in gear" Gavin shouted as he picked up a couple of frag grenades from a dead trooper.
The ODST's picked up all the ammo they could find, human and Covenant alike, and headed over to the half-ruined building that was to be their home for the next few hours. Gavin found 3 plasma grenades on the body of the elite that had so recently been trying to get to know him on a much closer basis, and grabbed the plasma sword the elite had been trying to insert into him in unpleasant ways. He de-activated it and clipped it to his belt, these things were always useful- that can of e-rations that wouldn't open, the door that was lock and no one had the key, the Covenant bastard that was about to kill him, these swords were great at solving all those problems.
The remaining troopers headed over and got under cover, none to soon as a covenant dropship flew over their old position. "How many rocket launchers do we have?" Gavin asked as the dropship came to a stop and started unloading troops, mostly jackles and grunts, to search the area. "Two, no wait, here are a couple more-looks like this was a ammo dump." Jones replied. Gavin thought for a moment, then said "ok, here's the plan- you three" he pointed at three of his men, "stay here and get ready to take out that ship's guns, the rest of us are going to head through the basement to that build over there" he indicated a mostly collapsed building to the left of the covenant search team. "Once we're there, I'll give the signal and we'll hit them." "Roger." "Ok sarge." Were the responses as his men got ready and headed down into the basement.
