Tales of Fire Team charlie during Halo 1, 2 and 3 Chapter 9: Is it just me, or?, a halo fanfic

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Chapter 8: Is it just me, or?

Johnson carefully walked to the mess hall, where he was going to meet Foehammer. Even faced with Hunters, he was less scared then he was as he ascended the staircase, towards where he agreed to meet Foehammer. He patted his pockets for his cigar case and remembered that Bandana had kept it, saying "she'll want to kiss YOU, not an ashtray" Johnson silently cursed the man as he caught sight of Foehammer, sitting at a table near the exit of the room, looking beautiful in the light from the room's windows.

"Hey," Johnson said, the calm tone of his voice betrayed only by a slight quaver, due to his fear of getting the date wrong. Foehammer merely nodded a response,

"So, what do you want to eat?" Johnson asked

"They got anything other than the usual grey piles of gunk today? Or are you just being polite?" she said.

"I don't think they do, but ya never know"

"Yeah, right"

"So... It's been hot lately, hasn't it?"

Bandana groaned, of all the topics he could talk about, including the Covenant invasion, artwork, movies and Space Exploration, Johnson was talking about the WEATHER!? Jenkins nudged him in the ribs

"Hey, looks like you're gonna owe me those 50 credits after all" The younger man whispered, thinking of the bet they'd made on the outcome of the date

"In your dreams, the sarge's just playin' it slow." Bandana mumbled

"So slow he's been overtaken by a snail" Jenkins whispered snidely, he wasn't generally a nice man, but Bandana had worried him when he had died, and as it turned out he had lived, and not told them, Jenkins had started taking affront at everything the older marine said.

Johnson noticed that he was boring Foehammer, and mumbled an excuse about the food being late before running to where the service hatch was.

"Sarge, how's it going?" the man in the hatch, who turned out not to be one of the usual cooks, but his subordinate in Fire Team Charlie, Kappus

"You ask about it again, and It'll be a lot better then what I'm about to do to you, involving this kni-" What Johnson was going to do would never be known, as at that moment an explosion shook the base, sending everything flying around the place.

"Red alert, Red alert, the Covenant have entered the proximity of the base, Red alert." The siren's voice droned on mechanically.

"The Covenant, HERE!?" A voice asked, high-pitched from the screaming fear that lay inside him. Johnson quickly reached under the counter and drew a Shotgun.

"You brought that to a date!?" Kappus screamed

" 'f course, a Shotgun always comes in handy." Johnson slid a bullet down the chamber, and turned as the door was kicked in by a pair of Elites.

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