Flesh Wounds

Chapter Thirty-One "The Odds are"

19 Days left

34 Pov

The next day finally went by, nothing happened but the absolute torture of everyone teaching the soldiers how to do things.

Luckily though everyone eventually got rest.

Now we have two decently trained pilots. Two snipers, a shotgunner, and five medics. All ODSTs.

And luckily with Sparky's good experience we've gotten a whole Warthog and a Hornet up and ready for deployment.

-23:28-

"Alright! We're gunna come in hot! And everyone get ready, there's little to no resistance but expect anything from these Covenant!" Dillan yells from up front the Pelican as a whole team of five are getting ready in the back.

"You know, the odds are that statistically you are more likely to get hit by a bullet while moving inside the accuracy zone?"

"Okay, great," I spit out at another of his 'Did you know?' questions.

Sometimes a fireteam can be two Spartans, three ODSTs, and one Marine. Well at least that what's this fireteam is consisted of.

"Maybe you can bore them before you kill them?" The Marine complements sarcastically while picking up a normal Assault Rifle and cocking it.

"Actually here take this," I tell him handing him the SPNKR I came to Reach with.

"If you're okay with it I am," He says in a gleeful Spanish voice as he examines it.

"Hey why does he get the cool stuff?" One of the female Urban ODSTs asks jealous of the Rocket Launcher.

"Because he doesn't have any super special armor like us? Isn't that obvious?" I question and pull out my SAW cocking it, and switching it off of safety.

"Did you know, that normally if Marine's are in groups with higher ranked units, they usually get killed in action more often."

"I will freaking punch you."

"Alright we're touching down!"Dillan yells and then the hangar door opens up allowing a single ten foot jump down.

And out the doors is a UNSC base full, of Covenant troops.

"Finally, a real chance to try this new augmentation," I agree to myself and crack my neck.

"Alright the second we come down I want everyone to stay as silent as possible," I turn around and order everyone.

"Shutting down the engine," Dillan tells us then shortly after comes out to the back too. She doesn't seem to forget to make sure to grab her Needler off the rack.

"Right, everyone all together? Sync," I test everyone.

"Sync," Dillan is the only one to understand what that means, the others just look at each other confused.

"Sync?" The Marine questionably mutters.

"...."

"Right let's go," I take the first move and start off the ship in the middle of a no starlight time, I made sure so we can get in stealthily.

"We're here for left over supplies so keep an eye open for anything of use," I tell them sneaking through a abandoned courtyard.

The Marine finally asks the question I was bearing that would soon be coming, "Eh, why you give me a Rocket Launcher if this is a stealth mission uh?"

"Because you open fire, when we open fire. And I'm hoping that it will not have to come to that," I tell him very flatly.

"But everyone has a quiet weapon no?" He peruses.

"Well.. Dillan doesn't, I mean, her's explodes so you both have something common."

"Which is uh?" He asks, this Marine is clearly born from New Mombasa because his Spanish and some African can easily come through his voice.

"Well you'll both be insanely loud," I tell him. Now I start questioning what do I do with my life? Oh yeah. Shoot Aliens. "Anyways."

"Right now what?" Dillan asks me trying to keep her voice down.

While I was chatting with the Marine it seems without knowing I already led us to the door to the inside storage unit.

"Oh. Uh one sec," I kneel down at the controls on the wall, "Just keep a watch while I go ahead and get it out of lock down."

"Hello? May I be of assistance?" Huh?

"Did one of you say something?" I ask the squad.

"No? What are you talking about? We're supposed to be quiet. Remember you told us dumbass?" Dillan sasses me like a normal female would to me.

"Hm. Thanks.." I mutter and turn back to the controls. Wow this place has, a really complex digital lock. Usually the UNSC don't have to good of em, but this one seems. A bit more buffed.

"Oh. Are you trying to enter the Facility?" I hear a whirring sound then a snap as the doors slide from each other and open up, "You could've just asked though."

I can hear a female voice coming through my radio, wait. "A.I?"

"Yes, was that not obvious?" The voice responds again.

"Uh, guess not," I mutter to my radio and to her.

"C'mon, let's go," One of the male ODSTs tell me and walks into the base with their S-SMG in both hands ready to fire.

"So where exactly are we?" I ask to the A.I. looking for answers since I have someone to answer.

"This is the 'U-N-S-C, Theta Central Outpost'. Sorry for the closed doors, it seems we have intruders on the premise."

"Yes we're aware, do you mind coming along with us? Because, well, last we've heard from our data..: You're crew are dead," I ask and tell her while making sure to watch for any contact.

"Oh that would be splendid, one second, allow me to transfer myself from the network," I can hear a light ringing in my ears as I can tell she's transferring, "You can call me Sherry by the way," She says, her voice sounding a bit louder this time.

"Sherry.. How is that spelled?"

"C-h-e-r-r-y."

"Right. Thanks."

*Crash!*

"Wasn't me!" The Marine yells almost dropping his Rocket Launcher.

"Harr!? Was that a human?! The box is a human!" A Grunt is heard as he must've been the one to knock over a box, and hear the voice.

In a bit of pitter-patters the Grunt turns the corner and looks over at us.

In a second of thinking I flip my knife to hold it by the blade and throw it directly at the Grunt.

It didn't hit the head, BUT, heh, the Methane Tank works too.

The Grunt visibly chokes out and dies.

"Nice one sir!" The same ODST as before yells/compliments.

"Kiss ass," The female one responds.

Sneaky, sneaky. You can't seeeeee meeeeeee.