Chapter 4- Real Prisoners of War/Stranded

"Chief, what are we gonna do? They're just a couple of elites!" exclaimed the quiet SPARTAN
"Easy. We'll tie 'em up, take 'em back to base, build a teleportal thing-a-majig, and then roll 'em through it and see if it works!" said Johnson.
"Johnson, I'd think it be best to keep your mouth SHUT," growled the Chief, pushing him away. Johnson quickly shut up. "We'll take them as a hostage, and then interrogate them."
"Oh, I've got ways of that," grinned Nicole, picking one up by its throat, "Oh, they're knocked out. Oops, my bad."
"Alright, Johnson, Nicole, take the 'Hog back to base. Get another one, take the turret off, bring some ropes."
"Aye, Chief," they both said at once, saluted, and ran off. "Shotgun!" "Shotgun! Fuck!"
"Alright, you. I'm sick of calling you simply 'you', so give me some information."
"Sir," the SPARTAN saluted, "I am Andy, SPARTAN 459."
"Well, you know who I am. John, Master Chief, last of the SPARTAN IIs. Now, help me get these bastards out of here and outside."
The two quickly grabbed the three elites, and made sure they were still alive. One wasn't, so they simply blew his body to absolute shreds. Andy enjoyed doing so.
"UUUuuhhh... sir, you're not gonna believe this. Our 'Hog was blown up by the damned flood," reported Johnson.
"You gotta be fuckin' shittin me," growled Andy. He dropped the body, unslung his assault rifle, and ran out. It was true, it was blown up. "GOD DAMN!" he barked, firing off random bursts, "Get out here and show y'selves! I'll kill you! D'you hear me? I'LL KILL YOU!"
John ran out, and slapped Andy in the back of the head. "Settle down, s three. We'll survive. Get back in base." He sighed, and slung his weapon. Andy jogged inside, and sat his back against the wall. John shut the doors, and remained in the room where they fought the final Flood before finding the P.O.Ws.
"Chief, what should we do?" asked Johnson, taking off his cap and wiping his bald head.
"We don't panic. Everyone, take off your helms. We'll need to use them and make a strong signal to contact the marines."
The three SPARTANs did so. For those of you who don't know, John's skin was pale, he had brown eyes and hair. Nicole was fine, she had tanned skin, blue eyes, brown hair. Andy had black hair and grayish brown eyes. They set their helms in a triangle. The Chief quickly deassembled his Sniper rifle. He took off the barrle, and set it in the center. He put the rest of the parts beside it, wiring wires to a helm. He tested it.
"Marines, come in. Marines!" he barked. Nothing.

"Damnit, Chief. We're so screwed.

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Hey Ya'll! Fourth chapter on the second day! This here is a damn good story! Anyways, sorry its so short. It'll be longer and funnier near the end, I promise.