originally posted in:The New Dojo
Shit. Hold position.
[b]They stop, preparing for a gunfight.[/b]
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A new voice channel opens to the team. "Spartan Blue, this is Siera Echo lead. What's your status, over?" The man's voice is quiet and raspy.
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Holding position meters away, over. [b]You notice his voice doesn't sound quite like the Master Chief's.[/b]
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"Acknowledged. Decloaking, stand by." Three figures shimmer into existence rpughly five meters ahead. All are clad in Mjolnir armor.
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Damn it. [b]They moved forward, putting away their weapons. Fred was missing, however. [/b] Good to see another Spartan team out here.
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The leader of the group, number 1, steps forward while lowering his assault rifle. "Likewise Blue team. Didn't expect them to send you."
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I personally didn't expect an assignment here. So, [b]He put away his rifle.[/b] Why are [i]you[/i] here?
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"Classified information, level black. All you need to know is we need to get inside." He replies. The other two Spartans are crouched in the snow nearby, still as stone.
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All right. Good hunting. [b]He turned and started to walk off, then pulled out his rifle and fired at them, the others following suit.[/b]
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The Spartan's energy shields flare up as they dive for cover, returning fire as they do.
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[b]While the main Spartans exchange fire, Fred flanks them, smoking them out with grenades. [/b]
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A sniper round rings out from somewhere nearby, hitting Fred it the shoulder.
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[b]Fred stumbles, but makes it inside a building.[/b] Damn! Should've known they would have a sniper set up somewhere.
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"Blue team! Stand down!" Orders the leader, their IFF tags switching off.