Prosecutors Will Be Shot

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Time literally moved in slow-motion for James Silverman.

He raised his arms and angled his body so it was facing McCabe, and he pushed her away with his feet. She tumbled towards the stairs, and a fuel rod beam passed straight underneath Silverman's arms! The beam moved after McCabe, but, as Silverman was hoping, she had fallen down the stairs, and the stairs leading up had blocked the beam that was intended to send her to the abyss. Silverman rolled to avoid a second blast, and he crouched, shooting at the Hunter with all of his might, trying to take it down.

Silverman had only ever faced a Hunter once, and that was when he was escorting a Scorpion tank! He knew that they were tough to take down, and reports indicated that there was a weak spot on its back.

He fired at feebly, but the bullets pinged off of its armour and metal shield. McCabe ran up next to him and joined, firing as well.

"We need a frag!" yelled Silverman, and he covered her while she produced a fragmentation grenade, and vice-versa. The Hunter lumbered into the stairwell, and Silverman pulled McCabe past it, and ran into the room, still holding their grenades. There were 2 Elites and a few explosive canisters in the room, but neither of the two bothered with them, and they couldn't fire, because they were too busy producing more grenades – a Plasma grenade and a HE grenade each. Silverman kicked over a small coffee table, and they jumped behind it, ducking as a long green beam from the Hunter and plasma bursts from the Elites flew over their heads.

"Now!" Silverman yelled, and they pulled the pin on each of the grenades, bar the Plasma grenades, which they ignited, and tossed them over the table.

The HE and Plasma grenades exploded first, taking down one of the Elites and wounding the other. The explosion covered the room, and the roar was astonishingly loud. Less than a second later, while the explosion was still taking affect, the fragmentation grenades went off, killing the Elite. The Hunter had rumbled in before the explosions, but nothing penetrated its armour, and the canisters detonated.

The coffee table was only big enough for one person to lie down behind, so Silverman covered McCabe with his body, and a tiny part of his back stuck up over the top of the table. 3 metal fragments from the frag grenades sliced across Silverman's back, and he yelled in pain as blood was spilt. 4 shards hit him in the back, but only 3 penetrated his armour, embedding themselves in his back, part of them protruding from his black armour.

McCabe was facing up, looking into Silverman's visor, and when he shouted as something struck him in the back, she knew that his face would be only slightly twisted. She wondered why he was risking his life to stop anything from hitting her, but had no time to think when he rolled off of her, and she heard silence.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The ominous sounds of the Hunter walking steadily towards them caused Silverman to look up, and into the barrel of the hunter's fuel rod gun. The gun charged and glowed green and Silverman sighed. The Hunter as about to fire, when it stopped and collapsed in a heap, to reveal McCabe standing inside her ODST armour, lowering her Battle rifle.

"Need some help, sir?" she asked, helping him up.

Silverman winced as he straightened his back, and rose to her eye-level, then stopped. She had removed her helmet and set it on a dresser, and he saw her face for the first time in a number of months.

Her hair was blonde, and tied back in a short pony-tail, and her face was straight. She was as tall as him, and her eyes were a light shade of blue. She seemed lost in a world of her own, staring at his visor, wondering what he was thinking.

"We'd better set up a command post," she said, breaking away from her trance and placing her Battle rifle next to her helmet. She turned back to him, and saw that he had removed his helmet, and she gasped inwardly, forgetting all about it: the scar.

Silverman had a scar, which travelled from his right eyebrow, and worked its way down, across his eye, and stopped at his cheek. He had gotten the scar when an Elite had swung at him with a combat knife, believe it or not, because it had run out of plasma to supply its Energy sword. So, as primitive as it thought it was, it used the knife, and had taken a piece out of Silverman, and in return, Silverman had blown its brains out.

Literally.

His hair was black, and his features were hard, and he also had blue eyes. She got lost in thought again, and thought back to how they had gone to school together, and about the crush that she had had on him since the 4th grade.

"Let's set up this command post, then." He said.

"Wha-? Oh, yeah." She thought back to her mission, and then remembered that if she was lost in thought, or wasn't paying attention, people would die.

He put his helmet down next to hers, and then began setting up chairs and tables for cover, putting them in various places around the room. McCabe did the same thing, and then they both pulled up a large lounge chair in front of the door and McCabe collapsed in it, letting the soft cushions engulf her, while Silverman went to get his helmet to call for Axton and check his progress.

Silverman checked on Axton, who said that they were almost up to his level. Silverman closed the channel, kept his helmet on, and picked up McCabe's helmet, because he knew that she was too lazy to get it herself. He pulled out her headset radio, and said:

"Here's your headset,"

He approached the couch, and, upon receiving no answer, he went and stood in front of it. McCabe was in the chair, and she was sitting, absolutely still, and her face had gone completely pale, and her eyes had lost their colour.

He immediately froze – McCabe was the strongest person that he knew, and…

She was staring over his shoulder.

He turned around, and saw 2 Brute's staring at him!

One of them grinned, and then they both opened fire with their Brute Shot's.

The first 5 plasma impacts took down the shields, and the last 2 punctured the hull of the Venator. The entire bridge crew had been beaten senseless by the plasma impacts, and the ship had been thrown 500,000km off course.

Xan opened his eyes, willing the tremendous pain in his head and the rest of his body to go away, and saw that he had fallen from the second level to the bottom.

"Status!" he coughed, but nobody heard him, so he shouted out:

"Status!"

A number of clones staggered back to their stations, and then a hologram of the ship appeared in the middle of the room, showing 2 red sections.

"This is where we've been hit," one of the officers said, gagging at the lack of oxygen that the suit provided while he was winded.

Xan got up quickly and tasted blood, helping up other clones before returning to his position.

"Charge all MPL's and Beta missiles, then fire at will!"

A chorus of 'Yes, sirs' came from multiple people, and then long blue lines streaked towards the silver ships.

"Divert 25 from all engines to recharging the shields!" he commanded, and a blue shimmer appeared on the outside of the ship, followed by the ship jolting as it was hit by another plasma charge.

"We can't hold this, sir!" the fire control officer shouted after a few minutes and one-enemy-ship-down later.

"We need to break away: the shields can't hold it much longer!"

Xan looked at the display on the Captain's console – the clone was right – the shields were at 21.

"We need to get down to that planet," he announced.

"What about the Namcalm?" the navigations officer enquired.

"They can't move it,"

Xan thought, and then he bit his lip.

"Tell the crew on board the Namcalm to get into their escape pods and then jettison down to the planet – we're leaving it behind."

Silverman reacted as the Brute's finger squeezed the trigger.

He jumped while moving towards them, spinning, and at a 45 degree angle, still holding McCabe's helmet in his hand, which saved their lives.

The first grenade bounced off the visor of the helmet, and bounced off a wall and travelled down the stairs for 3 meters, before hitting a stair and detonating, sending rubble flying everywhere. He let fly with the helmet, and it smashed into the lead Brute's head, and Silverman hit the ground running as fast as he could towards it. He jumped into the air, delivering a roundhouse kick to the Brute's chest, but it seemed un-fazed by the blow, so he followed through with a punch to the Brute's nose. The brute didn't move, and he punched it again and again, then the Brute picked kneed him in the stomach. Silverman staggered back, and then ran at the Brute; crash-tackling it into the wall.

By now, the other Brute had approached McCabe, and she fired at it with her Battle rifle from her new position from behind the couch. A burst tore through its shoulder, then its chest, and then one bullet scraped its neck, but nothing seemed to damage it.

Silverman punched the Brute in the face again, and received the second sign of action from the Brute – it lashed out with its Brute shot, and the blade cut into Silverman's stomach. He roared, and then delivered a kick strong enough to kick the Brute Shot away. That was when the Brute showed its third sign of melee action.

Strike three: You're out.

It picked Silverman up and threw him into the wall, leaving him with little breath. He fell to his knees and regained his balance when the Brute was on him again, and it punched him in the stomach, knocking the rest of the wind out of him. Silverman had no time to recover as the Brute punched him in the face. He was knocked into the wall, and then the Brute punched again. Silverman managed to move to the right, and the fist punched nothing but the wall, leaving a large indent and a series of cracks. The Brute continued to pummel him, and he fell to his knees.

McCabe shot the Brute again, but it was on her in less than a second. It kicked her, and she smashed into a dressing table, and Silverman's Battle rifle fell off it, clattering to the ground. She was picked up by the Brute, and it threw her across the room. She hit the wall and was kicked in the stomach, then thrown across the room to the door, next to Silverman's Battle rifle, and she saw him in the hall, on the ground, with the Brute advancing on him.
"McCabe!"

Silverman coughed, and blood splattered on the inside of his helmet, and he slipped it off, ready to face the-

The Brute kicked him in the stomach, and he was winded again. He caught his breath and managed to yell out: "McCabe!" before he was brutally yanked off his feet and slammed into the wall, held by the neck. He gasped for air, and then the Brute punched him in the cheek, letting go at the same time, and blood flowed from Silverman's mouth and onto the wall and floor, and then he was picked up by the neck again, and punched in the face.

He heard a crack! emit from his face, and blood flowed from his now-broken nose. The pain began to dim as the Brute threw him to the floor, and he whispered:

"McCabe. Don't let me die…"

"James!"

He looked behind the Brute, and saw a Battle rifle flying towards him it. The Brute, curious about the sound, turned its head.

Wrong move.

The end of the Battle rifle smashed into the Brute's eye, and purple blood sprayed everywhere, and it roared, then faced Silverman again, angry as hell. Silverman had managed to stand up, and was quickly pinned against the wall with the shoulder pad of the Battle rifle against his shoulder. The Brute wasn't dead.

No fucking way!

He groaned as the world began to dim, and he saw the Brute's mouth twist into a grin. Silverman coughed, and spat blood onto the ground, using a lot of energy to do it, and then the Brute punched him savagely in the left arm, and the arm broke. Silverman didn't have the energy to roar or shout – he did, however, moved his right arm to the trigger, and then said to the Brute, weakly:

"Smile at this you ugly son of a bitch."

He pulled the trigger, and the Brute's brains splattered out the back of its head, littering the floor with them. Silverman fell to the ground, and saw McCabe's helmet on the ground, and saw the Brute's last present – a stolen grenade from a poor soul, and the grenade was armed.

And going to go off in 5 seconds.

As quickly as the amount of energy that he had left let him, Silverman grabbed McCabe's helmet and stuffed the grenade inside. Then he limped as fast as he could over to the Brute that had picked up McCabe and stood her on her feet to deliver another blow. Silverman jammed the helmet onto the Brute's head, and then stood in front of McCabe, who had her eyes shut from the pain. She opened them, the Brute roared, and the grenade exploded.

The Brute's head was engulfed in the explosion, and it stayed completely still while McCabe and Silverman were flung across the room. Shards from the visor smashed into Silverman's armour before he was lifted off his feet, and thrown into the wall on the other side of the room. They smashed straight through the wall, and landed in a heap on the floor. McCabe, despite her injuries, crawled over to Silverman and asked:

"Silverman? James? Are you alright?"

Silverman saw red, from all the blood on his face, but managed to see her face, and he smiled, then everything went black.

The Venator and the remaining Acclamator, the Everlaster, flew down towards Earth at tremendous speeds, following the escape pods, which were following the silver cruiser that was inbound to the planet. As they cleared the atmosphere, and red fire no longer appeared on the view ports, Xan told them to extend the landing gears, and he knew that on the bottom of the ship, three long legs were protruding from the belly. The silver ship stopped above the centre of a city, and the escape pods crashed in the centre of the city. The Venator and the Acclamator, however, went to the outskirts of the city, so they could land and deploy ground troops.

McCabe felt tears about to spring from her face, but she was an ODST, and ODST's never showed emotions, let alone cried. She stood up and limped over to a window, and among the thousands of buildings on the outskirts, she saw two ships, both grey, but one much longer. She frowned, only seeing the bellies of them, and they screamed over the building.

"What the hell?"

A/N: Thanks for the review, and I don't have anything to say!