Halo: Reach's Promise

Orders-

Micheal clutched his stomach, feeling the oxygen stinging his plasma burned body. He leaned up against the wall, not sure how he even was alive. He'd seen marines get hit and not a single one was capable of moving afterwards. And if they did; they agitated the wound too much...they never made it.
   He looked at himself suspiciously; this wasn't him. ONI owned him now. But there was still one thing that he still was: Lindsay. He closed his eyes and listened to Cali and Bon argue; the new spartan standing near by who also seemed too occupied to contribute to either side. 
   "Pull him Clai, that's an order!" Bon demanded in a commanding voice.
   "Negative. We need him! We can use him you know!" She shot back with an equelly powerful voice.
   "I don't wanna risk the covenant getting it if we get compromised, now pull him!"
   Cali stood up straighter and got herself in a firm stance like she was about to fight until finally the new spartan stepped in.
   "I'm with Cali. There's four of us, if we can't do it then no one can. Besides, it wouldn't hurt our checks any," he said hungrily. I stared at his scarred face. Were these actually spartan II's? I heard rumors that they didn't care about anything except orders and here they were- disobeying orders and talking about money.
   "Fine. Extract him; you've got ten minutes. Any later and we pull him," Bon said after a moment of silence. Cali nodded and went straight to work.
   "You shouldn't have done that," Bon whispered to the other.
   "Micheal, right?" He ignored Bon.
   "Yeah. That's me. And you?" Micheal asked.
   "Brad. Bon's brother actually," Brad informed him.
   "Huh. Funny," he remarked.
   "What's that?"
   "You two are much alike."
   "Oh really? How so?" Bon asked, now seeming interested in the conversation. Before Micheal could answer though a needle landed right next to him.
   "Hostiles! Fire at will!" Bon ordered; even though everyone was already letting their ammunition fly.
   "How many?" Brad looked to Bon.
   "Hard to tell! Lieutenant, pack it up we're moving!" He turned around.
   "Negative Commander, still got nine minutes!" Cali yelled back. She was still messing with the AI console.
   "Damnit, you better hurry that thing up!" Bon ordered, dropping an elite.
   Micheal propped his right elbow against the wall and leaned on it; his left arm laying out under the gun. He pulled the trigger of his BR and started shooting down a group of grunts in the front. They all squealed and dove for cover but a bullet hit each of their heads before they made it to safety.
   "Micheal, get down!" He heard someone shout. Without thinking he dropped to the ground, catching himself as his BR bounced against the ground and hit him in the face. He felt his burn tear a little but was glad he didn't get the alternative. He looked up and saw a circular whole in the wall steaming from the heat.
   "Sloppy, Corporal," he heard criticism from Bon.
   "Still getting used to it," he grunted back. Micheal decided to not hurt himself any more. He rolled to cover and got on his back; relieving the pressure on his wound.
   "Who put you on the bench, get up and-"
   "Leave him! I'm almost done," Cali interrupted.                                                                                                      "Get up, Micheal!" Bon  repeated threateningly. Micheal winced but managed to get in a crouch. He bit his cheek and steadied his breathing. Looking down his sights; he started firing at anything that moved on the opposite side of the room. One by one the enemies fell; Micheal was too focused to really process what was happening. Later on Cali told him he took out over half the enemies in less than fifteen minutes will barely any ammo...that meant he couldn't have missed a single shot. He shuddered when he heard the news.                                                                             "Hey, uh, Micheal you okay man? I didn't mean to piss you off that bad," Bon said after they made a final sweep of the area. 

   "What do you mean?" I asked. Bon and Cali looked at each other; probably trying to figure out if I was being serious or not. 

   "Never mind. Let's get the move on, I have a feeling that won't be the last of them," Brad interrupted them. They packed their gear and headed straight from where they came from. From there they crawled out of underground and entered the atmosphere. Micheal had trouble keeping balance the  whole walk, and the smokey air around them didn't help with that. He started violently coughing and by the time a bird got there he was on the ground again, wheezing. 

   "Damn. We need to get him to a medic, ASAP," the pilot diagnosed.     

   "Oh really? It might help if we get this bird moving, pilot!" Brad snapped. Bon glared at him as the pilot scurried to the front and in no time; they were airborne. 

   "Yeah, got it," Micheal heard Cali from across from him. They were sitting in the front four seats; Brad to his left. He looked at her who just held up a letter "C."                                                              "Family," Micheal coughed with a disproving nod. 

   "Sometimes mommy and daddy reward the good children. The bad children get punished," she said in a mocking tone. 

   "Classified my ass," Micheal said back with effort. They flew towards a location Micheal wasn't allowed to know; but he knew he'd never been back here before. It was definitely not in civilian proximity. Micheal got tired of sitting there in pain so he finally went to sleep.