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Authors Note: Here are the names, call signs and roles of each of the Alphas for easy access.
Alpha 1- "Marine"- Frontline Shock Trooper
Alpha 2- "Delta"- Frontline Shock Trooper
Alpha 3- "Pom"- Sniper
Alpha 4- "Ranger"- Frontline Shock Trooper
Alpha 5- "Hunter"- Sniper
Alpha 6- "Revhead"- Pilot/Driver
Alpha 7- "Grunt"- Munitions/Heavy Weapons
Alpha 8- "Chain"- Pilot/Driver
Alpha 9- "Doc"- Medic/Communication's Officer
Alpha 10- "Tex", "O'Malley"- Frontline Shock Trooper
PS: Doc is not our dear friend Doc the Pacifist. Sorry.
Location: Blood Gulch
The time had come. The Pelican had gone silent about twenty kilometres from the Gulch, and was currently hovering ten metres above the ground, the only sign of its presence being the grass below being blown around by its thrusters. The Alpha's were stationed at the Pelican's back hatch, and were receiving their final orders from Masterchief. The plan was simple. The majority of the team would move towards the Red Base, while one volunteer would recon the Blue Outpost to ensure that Alpha Team wasn't caught in a trap. At first Alpha 7 had volunteered, but for obvious reasons there were strong objections over his leaving the sight of the rest of the team. They eventually settled on Alpha 10, and as they went their separate ways, the others could hear Alpha 10's battle cries. It was obvious that the AI inside her was borderline insane.
"I WILL CRUSH YOUR CHILDREN AND DEVOUR YOUR WIFE" the AI O'Malley cried before entering comm silence for the approach on Blue Base.
The other Alphas followed behind Masterchief. Even though they were the best there was to offer, Masterchief was still a living legend, and their commanding officer. Their gear screamed that they were proficient killers. Alpha's 1, 2 and 4 were armed with standard Assault Rifle and Pistol, and their job on the team was simple. Be the typical frontline troops and don't let the specialists fall into danger. And when the time came, take and hold the objective. Wyoming and 5 were armed with Sniper Rifles and Assault Rifles, although the Sniper Rifles still hadn't been used; the mission had been too easy so far. As heavy weapons expert, Grunt had a rocket launcher and a flamethrower he'd put together during the long flights. Alpha's 6 and 8 were vehicle experts, and were stationed near the Pelican in a Warthog, ready for when command came to engage the enemy. There was no doubt, these men and women were ready to kill.
The team climbed the hill. There was no chatter in typical military fashion as they crouched along the ridge with the Red Base in front of them. Wyoming and Alpha 5, call sign "Hunter" took up positions, pulled out their rifles and began to wait. It had been night when they arrived, so it would be a few hours before anyone was up. So they would wait, they would pick their targets and they would kill. Masterchief wanted to keep the element of surprise for as long as possible, so they waited.
At the same time, Tex, or O'Malley as she kept saying to be called was moving towards Blue Base. She'd been given orders to sit and watch, but screw that. Tex began to move down towards the Base, and attached a silencer to her pistol. She may not be an assassin like Wyoming, but when they don't even bother to put out a sentry at night, why wait?
Everyday, no matter how bad the day before had been, Donut woke up enthusiastic, exuberant and energetic, must to the dismay of the other members of Red Team.
"I'm going to go do my morning callisthenics Sarge," he called out as the sun began to rise, "with my new armour I can finally finish my workout without chafing up a storm."
It was at that comment that Grif spat out his morning meal of Oreos before running to the bathroom.
"Sarge, Do you have a new plan to get back the Blue Flag?" asked Simmons for the twentieth time that that morning, "I forwent sleep last night to come up some plans if you'd like to listen to them."
"For the last time Simmons, unless you can make a plan that somehow hurts Grif and gets back the flag, I don't want to hear it right now. Red Command is going to be so angry that we lost the flag. They might even make cuts here at the Base. We might have to let go of one of our soldiers Simmons… On the other hand losing this flag might be the best thing we've done so far."
"Yes sir. Do you need any more sugar in your coffee? Anymore tomato sauce in your milkshake…"
Up on top of the base, Donut had finished a hundred laps of the base and was starting with some stretches when Grif came up on top. He had gotten out of the base for some fresh air after his reaction to Donut's chafing.
"Hey Grif"
"Hi Donut" replied Grif most unenthusiastically. He'd had to do this every morning for too long now, life had been so much better when it was just him, Sarge and Simmons. Well, sort of.
"Grif"
"Yeah Donut?"
"When do I get to drive the Warthog?"
"Donut, you can drive the Warthog when, oo, a penny"
It was at that moment that a 12.2mm round from Hunter's rifle slammed into Donut and threw him into the base throw the ceiling. A second shot from Wyoming's rifle whizzed over Grif's head as he picked up the penny.
"Donut?"
It was then that he saw the three black clad soldiers charging towards the base with menacing assault rifles.
In the base, Sarge and Simmons had been discussing ways to modify the Warthog's gun to fire Grif instead of bullets when Donut's body fell from on top of the base onto the breakfast table, destroying Sarge's morning tomato sauce milkshake.
"What in the Ramayana is going on up there?"
Suddenly Grif jumped down from the roof
"Grif, I know we all hate Donut but that's no reason to kill him and drop his body on my tomato-shake."
"Sir there are very angry people with guns out there and they've already shot Donut"
"The Blues are attacking?"
"No, not the Blues, someone else. Look they've got lots of guns, they're wearing black armour and they want to kill us. I'm out of here"
"Black Armour?"
Grif was already gone, running out the side entrance of the base and up to the nearby cave cliff system. Screw the Team, he thought, Sarge'll just get me killed, or sacrifice me.
"Simmons. If they have black Armour that means they're Spec Ops. The Blues must've hired them to kill us, steal the Warthog and Lopez. We've got to get to Lopez."
Lopez and the Warthog had moved up to behind some rocks on top of the hill at the back of the canyon for privacy a few days earlier.
"Sir, how do we get there without being seen? They'll be here in a minute."
"Don't you worry Simmons, I've installed the perfect security system. While they try to get in, we'll sneak out the back."
And that's what they did. As they left the base and headed up the hillside that led to Lopez's Retreat, the doors to the base closed over and locked. Not even Hunter could see the two making their way up the hill; the sun hadn't risen that far and the end of the canyon was still in shadow. When Marine Delta and Ranger reached the base thirty second later they set a grenade at the door. It didn't work. Then Marine noticed the security panel next to the door. He pressed the enter button only to hear a booming voice with a drawling southern accent.
"I am the Gatekeeper. If you wish to enter, you must answer me these questions three."
Ten minutes later the door finally opened (Who would have thought that Delta's favourite colour was blue?) and the entire team moved in. Masterchief was the first to reach the central room, and noticed the body of the soldier than Hunter got lying spread-eagled on the table. He didn't have time to think, though, the other Alpha's had returned to the central room.
"What do you mean there's no one else here? There are bunks for five in the dorms."
It was then that Masterchief saw that the body on the table was moving. Its chest was rising ever so slightly.
"Get Doc over here." He pointed at the body as the others noticed its status of still being alive "Once he's stable take him to the Pelican and begin interrogation. Searching the entire valley for them will take time. But now we have a shortcut. Oh, and get in contact with Alpha 10, check her status, or his status."
When Tex woke up, she had a throbbing headache. Then she realised that she could move her arm, the AI didn't have control over her! But she could sense it stirring. There was no time for that however. All she remembered was entering the base and standing over a Blue and his teddy bear and then, blackness. The bastard came from behind, but hey, she was still alive.
"Guys, look what I found during the night."
"Church! You brought something for show and tell!"
"Church?" asked Tex a bit woozily. Surely it couldn't be him. Please don't let it be him
"Hey Allison," Church replied "Long time no see. Let's have a talk"
"Bow Chika Bow Wow"
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