Better Off Alone…
The Master Chief drove down the slope at extreme velocities. When the Ferret reached the bottom, the Master Chief jumped off and wheeled it into the "garage," at the bottom. The Banshee there had seen a lot of combat and was battered beyond recognition. The Master Chief grabbed his sniper rifle and was sucked up the gravity lift to the side of it. When up there, he sat down at a make-shift desk that the marines, who had ruled the outpost before the covenant, had put there. He sat for hours, configuring something on his boots. When he was satisfied, he went outside to inspect his surroundings. A warthog to the left of the front entrance was still smoking, the blood of the marines who tried to get away still fresh on the seats. He walked up to the top, crouched and activated his comm. "This is Spartan 117, does anybody read me, over?" He heard some static, then nothing. "What the hell-?" He heard a noise that he hadn't heard before, and a second later, was blasted off of his feet. He fell down through a perfectly shaped circle in the floor, and landed on the glass floor overlooking the hangar. He stood up slowly, wincing as he did so. Then Cortana's voice filled his head. "Chief we lost contact with home base." The Master Chief stopped, wondering what the hell Cortana had been drinking lately, and said, "Where the fuck have you been the past 6 hours?" A chunk of the roof was blown off, and it landed at the Master Chief's feet. He ran outside and was assaulted by plasma fire, he ducked behind a rock and assessed the situation; 5 Jackal's, all lined up, shields in front, 2 Elites armed with Carbines, 10 grunts with needlers and plasma pistols, and 2 Hunter's. Great. Cortana spoke again as the rock was being blasted to pieces. "Chief, you're under heavy fire!"
"Yeah, no shit!" He dived away behind another rock as that one exploded. Cortana asked him a simple, but challenging question; "I suppose you have a plan?"
"Yes."
"Care to tell me?"
He unsheathed his combat knife.
"I'm going to kill every last one of them."
"I object. I'm here as well you know."
"Well sucks to be you." He ran out from behind the rock and the Elites formed what seemed like a smile on there faces. The Master Chief started with the one on the left. "Smile at this you ugly son of a bitch!" The knife whistled through the air and lodged itself in the back of the Elites throat. While the Elite was falling to the ground, the still running Master Chief continued toward the second Elite. Afraid of what happened to his brother, the second Elite backed up and drew his plasma rifle. The Master Chief ran past the dead Elite, who was now 1 metre away from the second, and pulled his knife out with a sickening squelch and swung at the second Elite with the handle of his knife, knocking him to the ground. He turned and ran up the ramp, persued by the Elite and the rest. When the Covenant got to the top, the Elite stepped forward, curious. The Master Chief was holding his hands behind his back and, as expected, the Covenant stopped when they reached the top. The Elite spoke in English, "Why do you run, human?" The Master Chief replied, "I wasn't running."
Then realisation hit the Elite, and he tried to get away, but the ramp was blocked.
"I was getting my gun." His hands came out from behind his back, in his right, his sniper. In his left, his knife. Before anything had time to react, the Master Chief fired. Time seemed to slow down for the Elite. He turned, being at the front, he was being pushed forward. Bang! "Nooo!" He screamed. The bullet went through his shields, through his head, through his brain and out the other side. The Elite dropped to the ground as the bullet kept on going. It punctured the head of 4 Jackal's, and the chest of the last Jackal, who was kneeling. The last Jackal's chest exploded, showering everyone with blood. All of them collapsed to the ground, and the Master Chief had his gun aimed at the ramp. The 10 grunts that were there screamed as they were mowed down by marines that were in the Pelican that was making a supply drop to the Chief. "Wahoo!" one yelled as they all jumped off. Canisters were brought into the base, containing ammo, and micro-transmitters were placed on the ground 50m out from the base, so that they had a motion tracker with a range of 50m out in all directions. The Chief walked up to the pilot and asked, "How did you know where I was?" The pilot shrugged. "We didn't. We were flying some supplies over to a group of marines out at the structure, when we heard a blood-curdling scream, and then a Sniper shot." The Master Chief nodded and walked away. The story fitted, but it seemed a bit far-fetched. He walked off the roof and watched the pilot land nearby, and reloaded his sniper. The Pelican hovered above the ground, and the pilot jumped out of the back, ran over to the garage, and came out dragging the Chief's Ferret over to the Pelican so he could attach it to the bottom. The Master Chief grabbed some ammo for his Sniper rifle, pocketed it, and then it hit him; the nagging thought at the back of his mind. Where did the Hunter's go? He turned around and started running toward the base at full speed. Then he heard 3, inhuman, yet at the same time, human screams. Then an explosion. "Damn it!" he shouted. "Shit!" Something slammed into his back and he was thrown off his feet. He saw the wall rushing up to meet him. Bang! When he hit the wall, his finger being on the trigger, his sniper rifle had fired. The marine standing nearby fell to the dirt, dead. The Master Chief stood up. "Chief!" Cortana shouted. "Left!" The Master Chief threw his sniper to the ground, drew his knife, and dived to his left. The wall behind where he was standing was completely vaporized. He rolled to his feet and heard more screams. The Hunter in front of him roared and charged at him. The Chief side stepped the attack and threw his knife. The Hunter turned and hit the knife up with the shield attached to its arm. The knife sailed high above their heads. The Master Chief had an idea, a crazy one, but an idea. He rolled backwards, got to his feet, and ran toward the Hunter. The Hunter, not expecting this, froze. "That's right freeze…" the Master Chief said, trailing off. When he was five metres from the Hunter, he jumped and kicked his feet together. The miniature jets attached to the bottom of his feet flamed to life, propelling him up. The Hunter was dumbstruck. When the Chief's feet were level with the Hunters head, he kicked his feet together again, and the jets stopped. He fell in slow motion, his arms aimed upwards. His feet brushed the Hunter's head, he was falling. But he had what he wanted. The knife fell into his right hand, and then he landed on the Hunter's back. The Hunter roared and shook himself hard, trying to get the Master Chief off of his back. The Master Chief raised the knife and finished his line. "… you motherfucker!"
He jammed the knife into the Hunter's back, into a soft, fleshy, orange patch on the Hunter's back. The Master Chief's specially designed knife, made of Titanium-A, went through the fleshy patch with ease. Then it smashed into the Hunter's spine, shattering it. The Hunter stopped, went deathly still, and then collapsed into the dirt. The Master Chief ran towards the Pelican. "Nice move." Cortana commented. The Master Chief said nothing, just kept running toward the Pelican. When he got there, he ran inside, where the Pilot was doing pre-flight checks. "Get this thing in the air!" The Master Chief shouted to him. He turned around, and was about to sheath his knife, when he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. The Pilot said, "Freeze you son of a bitch." The Chief slowly turned around. The Pilot was holding a gun to him. The gun, in question, was one the Master Chief had never seen before. "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted to the Pilot. "You've seen too much." The Pilot said.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
"Why John, haven't you realised yet? I'm ICG. The Intelligence Convergence Group. As I said, you've seen too much, too much of what you're not supposed to see. Now it's time to die." The Master Chief understood. The ICG was a group that eliminated people who had seen what they weren't supposed to. He slowly raised his knife, and the Pilot laughed. And fired. The Master Chief's highly enhanced eyes saw the bullet coming and raised his knife. He only had one shot. He swung the knife and hit the bullet back to the Pilot. The Pilot only had time to say; "Shit." Before his brains littered the seats around him. The Master Chief ran back out, forgetting something. When he came back in, he was holding his Sniper Rifle; fully loaded and ready to fire. He ran into the cockpit, thankful that the pilot had hooked his Ferret to the back of the Pelican, in order to stop his escape, and charged up the Pelican's engines. When they were fully charged, the Master Chief lifted off, flying away from the base that was being bombarded by at least a dozen phantoms and banshees.
