Halo Fan Fiction –
Operation: Infiltrate
Chapter One: The Drop
First off, I just want to point out, I don't own Halo 2, Bungie, etc, etc…
Hello, and welcome to my first Halo Fan Fiction!
And also, my first story submitted to ever have an outline! W00t! )
Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Please review also! Much appreciated!
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Only the quiet humming of the engine broke the silence of the Pelican. Nobody moved. Nobody said a word. Alpha team had just departed from their headquarters, destined for the city of Metropolis; a city where the Covenant had begun their first assault.
Bullet rounds and plasma shots broke the silence, sounding from below them. Captain Harrison stood to his feet, grabbing hold of the handgrip above him, in order to keep himself steady. "Alright guys, you know the mission. Get in, establish a garrison, and hold. Check your weapons before we land, and make sure you're ready. There's no room for screw ups out there, understood? We've gotta watch eachothers' backs out there, cuz no one else'll be there but us. Understood marines?"
The marines stared at their captain emptily, as if lost in some distance…
Captain Harrison hollered once again. "Marines! I asked you a question! Now, do you understand me?"
The marines finally snapped out of their trance, and responded in a group, "Hooah!"
Grasping the handgrip of their weapons, the marines forced a grin, and the captain fell back into his seat. A female voice echoed over an intercom. "We'll be arriving at the landing zone in 5 minutes! That is, we'll be arriving at the landing zone in 5 minutes! I'll leave you with a warthog! After I take off, that's it, you'll be on your own!" The intercom fell silent, and there was a crack of static; a sign she was done talking over the com.
Again, the marines fell into a momentary silence, before another voice was to break it.
"Captain…If we have only one warthog…and there's six of us…Well only three people can get into a hog at once, and-" Private Ailes stuttered somewhat.
Captain Harrison paused for a moment. "So far, I've considered that we'll leave three at the drop zone, and three more moving on to the objective, and fully garrisoning a building nearby, using the hog for transport. Afterwards, Sergeant Brown, I'm going to want you to make a second trip, picking up two of the three marines. Davison, I want you to stay behind and provide sniper cover fire. If anything goes wrong, then you damn well better lock yourself inside one of them rooms, and hold your SMG at the ready."
Corporal Davison twitched somewhat. The idea of being solo was a bit…uncomfortable. But he knew he had little decision in Harrison's plans. "…Yes Sir."
Harrison continued on. "Now look, Davison, make sure you make communication with us through your radio at least every fifteen to twenty minutes so we know you're still alive over there." Davison nodded. "Once we've gained vantage point, Brown, I want you to go back with a gunner, and pick up Davison."
Brown nodded attentively. Corporal Davison looked somewhat relieved. "Everyone, I want you to realize that this mission won't be like the training exercises. I know some of you are a little raw for combat, but don't let your guard down! Remember, this is the covenant we're fighting here! Don't let up! Show no mercy to these alien bastards!"
As if coming up on cue, the voice echoed from the intercom once again. "Marines, this is Pilot Lorrie! We're right over the drop zone! I'm going to open the hatch…Now!"
Fumes of exhaust exploded from the back of the Pelican as the hatch slowly opened, revealing the daylight of the outside. The six marines stood ready, and waited for the green light.
A loud booming noise echoed outside, and the com came up again. "The hog is down! Alright guys, go go go!" The red light above the hatch turned green, and the marines quickly filed out of the pelican.
As the last marine jumped from the aircraft, it instantly took flight once again, and the engines roared as the Pelican took off into the air. Random plasma shots scattered into the sky, each missing the aircraft.
All was silent around the marines. Harrison quickly checked over the area, before kneeling down, observing their surroundings. Buildings surrounded them in every direction, one street going on for a few hundred feet before turning a sharp left deeper into the city. In the opposite direction, the street turned into a three land intersection; the direction in which they had been ordered to go. "Alright, everyone file in here!" Harrison signaled into the building closest to them. Davison and Ailes were first, followed by Brown. Corporal Rogers, their Battle Rifle specialist knelt down, watching the three-lane intersection, while Private Smith watched the corner.
Pausing for a moment, Harrison gestured them in. "Alright guys, let's go! Move!"
Smith and Rogers stood, and slowly backed into the building, followed quickly by Captain Harrison. Still no sight of the covenant. "Don't worry guys, we've got plenty of time to blow these bloody bastards back to hell. Alright! Davison, Rogers, and Ailes! I want the three of you to take position on either of the two buildings at the three-lane intersection. Davison, you snipe from the roof! Rogers, I want you to watch the entrance while Ailes checks the building! Rogers, you take charge until I get back! Brown, you, Smith and I will take the hog down about two miles south of our current position, and garrison ourselves inside another building."
They all paused for a moment, then nodded at once. "Understood, Sir." Rogers saluted. "We'll take good care of this place while you're gone!"
Harrison gestures towards Brown and Smith, who both nodded and hurried out to the warthog. "Now, let's move out!"
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Alright! So that's the first chapter! Please do review! It'll keep me motivated to keep writing!
I know the first chapter was a bit slow…No action or anything! But no worries! There'll definitely be action in the second chapter!
Over and out!
Wrrohm