100%, the computer announced, data found and transferred. There was the sound of little feet coming towards his position. Master Chief positioned himself facing the door while keeping an eye on the search and plugging in a data chip to transfer the data. It was still searching when an alarm from an elite sounded. He typed in Cortana's name and hit the search button. He went to the big monitor and was glad to see that his luck was still holding up and the Sgt. It seemed to be the Sergeant major's office since it had a big monitor in the middle of the back, rows of computer desks on the side, and a holographic table in the very middle. Stepping inside, he did a quick check around the room. Chief knew he had to hurry before the covenant realized it was a trick. Seeing no one, he dashed to a room with a big metal door and pried it open. He put his back to the wall and crept around it, looking for Covenant. Master Chief slowed inside and came to a halt where the hall veered left. No one noticed the dark green blur enter the base. He heard an explosion and waited for the covenant to go racing towards the other side before throwing another in suit and dashing for the base entrance. Then, hefting a grenade, he threw it as high as he could, in a long arc towards the other side so the covenant wouldn't see it until the last moment. Cortana would have said something cunning about this, he thought with a sigh. There were covenant all over it, and a patrol of grunts guarding it. Stopping just inside the tree-line, he assessed the situation. He started running, setting a steady pace at about 20 mph.Īfter what felt like forever, he came upon the base. Pausing for a moment, he pulled up a map on his HUD and saw that there were multiple bases with a name starting with rig. Cortana's out there somewhere, he thought. He watched the phantom disappear behind a cloud before moving again. Cocking it, he crawled over the ruins of the building and made his way to the trees to take cover. He stopped digging and grabbed his pistol which was thankfully still attached to his leg. After a minute, common sense told him that it would be buried deep, unreachable. It wasn't there! He looked around him, digging a bit. He reflexively reached for his rifle- and grabbed air. There were bruises forming on his arms and legs where the rubble hit him but he could deal with that. He had covered his head with his arms and locked his armor as the place came crashing down and it created room for him to escape with.
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It took a bit of twisting and moving cement to free his lower body but he finally got free. Master Chief put his hand down on the rubble and pulled himself out of the the concrete slowly. Suddenly, it startled as a hand shot out of the rubble beneath it. Then it seemed to get comfortable and started to sing. It cocked its head and gave out a nervous twitter. The phantom closed up and rose into the clouds.Ī colorful blue and green bird alighted on the rubble of the building. As it pulled away he glanced back once more. He barked an order in sangheli and walked down the hill, getting onto a phantom dropship. After a minute or two, he grunted, satisfied that the Demon wasn't coming out.
The ceiling collapsed, covering everything.Īn Elite second in command stood on a hill a ways away from the compound intently staring at it for any sign of the Demon. Dodging pieces with insane reflexes, he put in a burst of speed as he saw the opening not too far away. There was another shake and this time the ceiling started to cave in. Ceiling tiles and dust were falling now due to another shock. He pulled out his Rifle and started running down the hallway. The covenant decided to destroy the place before he could get out. Maybe I could look it up- there was a large explosion that shook the compound. No! He lightly rested his hand on the screen. Name of transferred compound Rig- it ended there, possibly cut off due to the attack. Moved to main compound for study, possibly decommission.
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Turning on a special feature that rubberized his gloves, he wiped off the rest of the screen.īarely containing his urgency to run and look for her, he scanned the screen.
I have to find her, but where could she be? He looked at the screen again, still too dusty. She's alive! He almost wanted to shout for joy but common sense told him not to.