HALO: GHOST WAR Ch. 6

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                                               --==Faulty Intel==--


   Emmanuel glanced around the garage of the UNSC Base on Arizona III. Jake and Jonathan were talking by the warthogs.
   That last mission, he thought, I could have prevented what happened. During the last mission, his friend since kindergarten and teammate Kate was captured. She Had taken rear and then she screamed and was dragged into the woods by two brutes.It should have been me. Jonathan came over and sat next to him on the ammo crates.
   "Don't worry about Kate, she's probably running the prison camp by now," he assured him.
   "I know, it's just," Emmanuel paused. "... I wish I could have prevented it."
   "Hey, our next mission's to rescue her." A ODST entered the garage and walked forward to them. When he reached them, he stood at attention and saluted.
   Emmanel stood and returned the salute and then asked, "Who're you, soldier?"
   "Private E-2 Don Keyes, sir!" The ODST replied with an Irish accent. Emmanuel scanned him up and down, sizing him up.
   Jonathan piped up, "What are ya doing here?"
   "I was reassigned to this unit by Ethan - 415, sir!" The ODST remained at attention.
   "Well, get your gear. We're moving out," Emmanuel said, and then added, "You seen action?"
   "No sir!"
   "Well then, don't hesitate. Move. Fight. Survive." Emmanuel told him. "Dismissed!" Don turned and ran off, in a mad rush to gather his gear before they left.

   Kelsey sighed. She and the others were here at Arizona III and they had nothing to do. She glanced down at her weapon. When's the next op? I'm bored out of my mind! She had been to the range, sparred with Ethan, the other Spartans, and cleaned her guns forty times. she quickly reassembled her .450 Cal M9F Magnum, and put it on her hip. Her armor shone a eerie green in its display case, as if it was watching her every move. That armor... This place... I wonder when I'll leave.
  Ten minutes later, she was walking the halls, stalking them to be more precise. Like a ghost, she appeared alone in hallways when the privates were alone. Then, when they blinked, she vanished. It really freaked out the recruits, and she was told to stop. Stop? Are they nuts? This is funny!
  Ethan grabbed her by the collar, waking her from her thoughts. "I have a mission," he said.
  Kelsey nearly jumped with joy, but stopped herself. She asked, "When do we leave?"
  "Immediately," he replied. "Get your gear."

  The garage buzzed with activity. Don truly  thought this was chaos. He just met his squad leader, and then told to get his weapons and gear. He glanced down to his left breast, where a red cross in a white circle was, the emblem of a medic, and sighed. Being the medic, he carried all the biofoam and first aid stuff. And that shit's heavy, he thought.
  "Hey, new guy!"
  He looked in the direction of the sound, to find his squad by a gunmetal green pelican. The gunship was still the same as it was 200 years ago, but stronger and it had shields now, adding the likelihood they'd die fighting. Plasma laced bullets and missiles that carried a plasma bomb, it could be used as fire support. This was truly a deadly ship.
  Jonathan held out a wrench. "Here, see if you can fix that nav computer, it's a pain in the ass," he said. Don took the wrench, not sure what it was for, and knelled by the computer. He opened it and looked inside. Nothing looks out of place, he thought. Closing it he shook his head. Jonathan watched him.
  "Well? What's wrong with it?"
  "I'm no mechanic! Why the hell are you asking me?" Don said.
  "I don't know."
  Just then, Emmanuel walked by and hit it as he strode to the pilot's seat. The computer turned on. "Do that before we take off. It doesn't work otherwise," he said.
  "Why?"
  "On button doesn't work."
  "Oh," Jonathan said and then laughed.