Halo: Reach's Promise

Family-

Bon and Brad made their way down the underground tunnel as they neared the place they hoped the other two were. They continued to see no bodys- until they neared the end of the first floor. Bon saw something up ahead but couldn't make out what it was.

Suddenly, bullets pelted his armor; gunfire echoing off the curved walls. Human bullets.

"Take cover!" he shouted as he and Brad ducked behind the terminals. What the hell? He looked over to see marines advancing on them.

"Hold fire! Do they need damn glasses or something?" Brad looked at him.

"English? Wait, those are Spartans!" one of the marines shouted.

"Uh, Spartans? What are they doing down here?" Bon got out of cover and noticed that there were four of them.

"I could ask you the same," Brad nodded to their squad leader, who was only a Corporal, "where's the rest of your squad, Corporal?"

"Our squad got hit, we held them off but our S. Searg along with our med took a few. Had them pulled out. Against their will of course," the Corporal shouldered his Assault Rifle.

"Understood. Why were you sent down here?"

"The brass sent us down here to shut down the city. After that we were-"

"Wait. Shut down the city? Why would the UNSC want to do that; our mission-"

"Brad! Lock it down. This is why I always do the talking," Bon knocked his BR against Brad's helmet. He took a step forward to stop himself from falling forward.

"What the hell!" Brad turned on him.

"You never know how to hold your tongue!"

"Whatever," Brad stared at him, "let's go," he turned to the marines, "get to the surface and find a ride out of here. We'll take it from here."

"But-"

"Marine. Find a way out of here ASAP!" Bon hurried them.

"Fine. Send the report to-"

"Negative, Corporal. ONI eyes only." The marine reluctantly nodded; leading his squad towards the front of the long corridor. The two Spartans went down the next staircase to the consecutive floor where they followed the same tedious steps down the same tedious corridors.

"Where the hell are they?" he glanced at Brad once they got to level four who shrugged in turn. At this level; the lights were off, forcing them to use their flashlights that were attached to their helmets.

"Well, wherever they are I'm sure there's a lot of dead aliens trailing us to them," Brad nodded to their first casualties. A golden elite was laid out on the floor covered by two brutes.

"Well. Looks like we got our first clue," Bon crouched and examined them, but got nothing useful until he saw something in the room next to the staircase gleam.

"What is that thing?" he pointed to the blue illuminated object that was two small rings attached by a bar in the middle of them.

"Noo clue..." Brad said, dragging out his sentence in curiosity as he examined the new object. They entered the room and checked their corners, careful not to let their guards down. Brad knelt down and picked it up. Immediately they opened up and folded into itself; turning them into semi-circles...the precise shape for handcuffs.

"Handcuffs? Why would they...they've never even captured humans for prisoners before!" Brad nodded to Bon as he tossed the handcuffs to him.

"I wish I could tell you. Guess we'll figure out if Cali and Micheal knows." Bon nodded as he dropped the handcuffs; leading them back on their way. They made their way deeper into the underground facility; the once open passages only getting harder to squeeze through. They made their way to what they thought was the home of the city program. It was common a city's superintendent was an AI and it was, in turn; hidden under the city. It worked well...until the city is, for say, invaded by an increadably advanced alian race whose only goal was to eliminate your species. That's when it becomes a problem.
Bon instinctively checked his ammo count; full mag plus four for his BR. That wasn't going to last him long. He saw Brad follow his lead and checked his.
"Six," he reported.
"Five," Bon answered back. Brad nodded and turned suddenly down a hallway to their right.
"This is it...or it should be, at least," Brad said. They went down the seemingly endless hallway on full alert until they heard gunfire echo straight ahead: a firefight.
"What the hell is that?" Brad took off, Bon right behind him.
"Our friends making a last stand," Bon said once they saw what was going on. They each took aim and began to mow down as many as they could while they still had the element of surprise; taking cover as soon as they realized what was happening.
"NICE OF YOU TO JOIN US!" Bon heard the familiar voice of Cali about fifty meters away.
"YOU'RE LUCKY I GOT HERE! OTHERWISE THEY WOULD'VE KICKED YOUR ASS!" He shouted back over the covenant's gunfire.
"Bon; body check," Brad ordered. Bon peeked his head out for less than a second, getting a good look at everything.
"Seven grunts and jackels at point towards Cali and five elites and brutes at our end," he informed his brother.
"Cover me," Brad jumped up, forcing him to lean out of cover to take some blind shots at the enemy squad. "Check!" He heard. Now it was his turn. Bon jumped out and ran to the other side of the hall; getting in cover in front of Brad.
"Check!" Bon repeated the call once he was in position to provide covering fire. They kept this routine until they were only ten meters away; getting ready for their last push. Just from their constant switches they took out three elites- leaving two brutes, two jackels, and four grunts.
"NOW!" Brad shouted. At once they both jumped out of cover and at lightning speed each armed a grenade; tossing it to each side of the remaining enemy forces. They scampered around trying to gew away which drove them into an unprepared volley of gunfire coming from both ends; the grenades taking out the rest of them.
"Clear!" Brad reported. He took off his helmet, revealing a bald head that fit handsomely atop his green eyes. Bon's short blonde hair and contrasting sky-blue eyes made him think they weren't completely related...but he wasn't sure. He didn't remember exactly how his parents looked.
"Took you long enough," Cali said without a hint of lightheartedness.
"Cali," Brad nodded to her. Bon shook his head and sighed. He walked over to Micheal and saw that he was hit in the abdomen; nothing deadly- for a spartan. If they didn't get him patched up soon though he could die from infection.
"Welcome to the family, Spartan," he held out a hand that Micheal took with a pained grimace, standing up with a grunt.
"Know a way out of here?" Bon looked at Micheal with a curious smirk. Well, now that he was part of the family he might as well get to know them.