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Chapter 6

0341-27/February/2546/ Halo Universe

Deep Cover/ Behind UNSC-Covenant Lines/Personal removal

Planet: Unknown

"0340, and it is broad stinking daylight." Jonah mumbled.

"0341. And that is how planets work. Just because it is dark on earth, doesn't mean much for here."

"Yea, and also not all of earth is dark right now." Jonah shuffled a bit inside of the hiding hole. The two head hunters were over watching a Covenant landing pad. "Two days rotting in this hole next to you, and the fun hasn't even begun yet."

Roland checked the landing pad over with his SRS99D-S2 AM Sniper rifle. "Still no movement other than the brutes on the platform."

Jonah zoomed in to 10X magnification with his own precession weapon. "Yeah, just the heavy labor." The planet they were on was a desolate, grey, crater marked planet. A Covenant base was there almost for no reason at all. Jonah and Roland had dug a shallow pit and then camouflaged the top. Two small firing ports allowed them to position their rifles in an optimal area to fire on their target.

"You think intel is good this time?"

"Nah, but just in case they managed to do something right for once, we better be here." Jonah adjusted his optic slightly.

"True, very true." Roland paused for a few moments and watched as two brutes got into a roaring match that ended with the bigger one clobbering the smaller to the ground. "So what if the chieftain already came by?"

"Then you just gotta lay next to me til our rations run out and we head to evac."

"Ugh, don't give me nightmares."

"What, it's not like I'd go after you like those Brutes down there."

"Yeah, your still psychopath."

Jonah looked over at his fellow headhunter. "Why thank you. I'll take that as a complement."

"Seriously though, you carved a grunt to pieces while it was still alive on our last mission."

"And… you point is?"

"The mission before that, when we blew the factory… you cackled like a mad man when the charges went off."

"You should have seen it. Nothing quite like an explosion to brighten your day."

"So yeah, you're a psycho. Need I say more?"

"Do I scare ya then?" Jonah chuckled under his breath.

"Nah, I can take you. It's the guys on the other end of your sites I worry about." Roland rolled over slowly and remove a dry ration, removed his helmet and started to chew.

Jonah set his helmet speakers to the lowest possible. "Well, we are fighting a group of alien races, bent on our destruction."

"Then we're fine, right?" Roland mumbled.

"Right. Put your helmet back on. I think we might have company."

Roland slid his helmet back into place and shouldered his rifle.

"Yeah, I see it." A Spirit drop ship came out of the clouds and settled down on the landing pad. The hatches opened and several armor clad Brutes stepped out.

"They're heading for their transports." Jonah zoomed on each Brute, trying to find the Chieftian.

Roland was also scanning the pad. "Back of the group. The one about to tear the grunt apart with the massive hammer."

"Yea, I get em. I think he's our boy."

Roland inhaled deeply, he heard Jonah doing the same. Roland inhaled twice more until they were in unison. Speaking slowly as he continued to inhale and exhale, Roland spoke. "I'll take the head, you go center mass. One shot. Range is thirteen hundred meters."

"Got it. On you."

Roland inhaled once more and counted down. "Three… two… one" CRACK! Both rifles went off in unison. Their 14.5 x 114mm AP-FS-DS(Armor Piercing, Fin-Stabilized, Discarding Sabot traveled down range like streaks of lightning. Roland's round hit the Brute squarely in the jaw, dropping the shield and removing the lower jaw bone all while causing massive trauma followed by Jonah's round hitting square in the chest, punching through the front armor like paper and then proceeding to bounce around a few times inside of the Brutes chest cavity.

"Good shot." Roland called out.

Jonah nodded and sited in on a grunt. "Can I drop the grunts now?"

"Hold it, the Brutes have made it to their transports…" Roland paused. "What the? They're headed this way!"

Jonah snapped onto the transports. "Stupid things, don't they know you run and hide from a sniper."

"There's enough of them that they might make it here. Do we fire and give ourselves away hoping we can drop them all, or let them pass?"

Jonah responded, not with words, but with the resounding crack of his rifle as the driver of the lead Ghost fell from the saddle.

Roland sighed and squeezed off the remaining three rounds in his magazine into a Revenant. The first shot hit the passenger, causing the drier to duck under the follow up round, however the third struck a fuel cell and the entire craft was engulfed in plasma.

The two headhunters alternated fire, dropping seven different craft before they closed within five hundred meters. Four Ghosts and a Revenant continued to speed towards them. The Revenant fired a blast from its cannon.

"Incoming!" Roland sited in on the falling blob of red plasma. "It looks like it will fall short."

Jonah safed his weapon and grabbed his M7S. "Target the Revenant. I've got an idea."

"What the hell are you doing?" Roland set the Revenant ablaze at four hundred and thirty meters out.

Jonah climbed outside of their hiding hole. "Drop two more Ghosts then get out here with me!"

Roland shook his head and dropped a Ghost as three eighty and at three hundred. He grabbed his own M7S and joined Jonah to stare down the Ghosts.

"This will never work." Roland tensed his muscles in preparation for something he had heard of being done, but had never done himself.

Jonah looked towards Roland as the Ghost's closed within two hundred meters. "Eh, it'll work."

As the Ghost's continued to speed towards them, the two headhunters peppered them with fire from their SMGs.

The lead Ghost went after Roland. As it closed within twenty meters, Roland lunged as hard as he could out of the way. The Ghost swerved to strike him, but missed, overshooting Roland. He then turned and sprayed the unarmored backside, killing the Brute and causing the Ghost to drop to the ground.

Jonah did a similar tactic, however instead of simply rolling away, as the Ghost passed within inches of him, he shot his armored hand out and grabbed on. Using his momentum, he swung around and knocked the Brute from the seat of the Ghost. Roland seeing this happen, peppered the Brute as Jonah swung about and fried it with the Ghosts plasma repeater.

"Told ya." Jonah said, as he allowed his Ghost to hover while Roland made his way to the fallen Ghost.

"Yeah, so you saved us a few hours hike back to the Black Cat.Big deal, we could have been toast pretty easily as well." Roland clambered into the seat of the Ghost and revved the engine.

"Yur just jealous you didn't think of it." Jonah mumbled as he led the way to their extraction.