Spartan Jason Da-003 didn't know how long he'd been in covenant airspace. What he did know was that he was running from a covenant firing squad, the rest of his team was dead, and his shotgun was out of shells.
"God damn it- Roger, you got a lock on that weapons cache, yet?!"
He asked his AI. Quite an impressive piece of his own work, if the spartan engineer said so himself. Which he did.
"Yarg, not yet Cap'n, but ye be in the general area."
"Alright, let me know when you do!"
He picked up a grenade off of the ground, and threw it into the middle of the group of pursuants. He didn't look to see if it worked.
"Cap'n, I've got a lock! Cache is 52 meters due east."
"Thanks, Roger!"
He turned to the right, the location Roger had pinged for him coming into view. If the Intel he'd stolen was anything to go off of, whatever was in here should get him home to Reach in time for someone to yell at him for being late. He pushed open the doors to the armory, sealing them shut behind him with his makeshift plasma welder.
"Phew. That was getting rough."
"Yarg, agreed."
Jason turned around, expecting to see the holy grail of firepower. Instead, he saw 5 elites, 4 aiming their pulse rifle at him, and one in golden armor, carrying an energy sword.
"Demon. The prophets want you for information. You are coming with us."
"Like hell I am!"
He raised his plasma welder, only for the golden elite to knock it out of his hands, and then knock him out, cold. This was going to be a loooong wednesday.