Fireteam Omega

Prologue

1930 Hours
October 29th, 2552
Military Calendar
Sol System-Earth
Northern American Territories, Rocky Mountains

The small Spartan infiltration team moved through the cracked and barren landscape that was covered with occasional large boulders along with canyons and ravines with rivers that ran on for hundreds of kilometers. Their destination was a small covenant outpost that was established near what was once known as Arizona, North of the sprawling city of New Phoenix. The outpost was built just below the sprawling mountain range as a scout position, presumably for the city itself

"Target in sight." Whispered Logan G-162, or Red as some of his team so commonly referred to him as due to the dull rust color of his Semi Powered Infiltration armor. Being the team leader for this group meant that his say was final, he had more than proven himself as a capable leader during training and the rest of the team trusted his judgement.

Far above them to their three o'clock position sat two more Spartans, both wearing the SPI armor with it's photoreactive panels activated. The two were on one of the small ledges overlooking the flat landscape. In one of the super soldiers hands was a SRS-99 Anti Material Rifle with High Velocity Armor Piercing rounds, built to knock an elite dead at three kilometers.

Wielding the weapon Reed G-085 watched the patrols of Jackals near the ovular purple structure. Behind him was the teams spotter Dem G-145, he was amazing when it came to spotting targets. Reed was one of the best shots in Gamma Company. Just behind Reed and to his right Dem whispered into the teams comm unit "You're clear Red."

G-162 responded "Copy, going zero comms." The Two up the mountain acknowledged with a single green blink from their signal lights that were displayed on Logans HUD. Besides him the other two Spartans, Grant G-330 the teams Tech expert and on occasion pilot. Beside him was Elizabeth G-225 or Liz, their brute or CQB expert in more official terms. Both were wearing the SPI Armor, Grant's being grey and Liz have a sandy brown.

Two Targets were highlighted by the two spartans up top, the outline of a recon squad of the birdlike creatures known as the Jackals or Kig-yar in their own tongue. Logan pointed at his two compatriots and then made a cutting gesture at his throat. The two nodded before activating their Photoreactive panels, becoming completely invisible with the only sign being the depression in the sand from their frames.

The two moved around the rock, drawing blades from their sheaths. The two aliens perked up for a second before they were grabbed by their snouts and blades sunk deep into the base of the necks, purple blood dripping out of the wound and pooling into the sand as they were dropped to the ground. Logan came around the rock next, seeing the dead aliens he nodded approvingly before bringing up the silenced MA5K.

The short distance to the outpost ensured that there wasn't gonna be another patrol that would spot the aliens for another 20 seconds as they reached the front entrance. Logan stacked up on the left side with Grant and Liz on the other. The leader pulled a flashbang grenade from his belt and quickly threw it inside. There was a flash and then a muted pop. Immediately Liz swept inside with her M90 Shotgun, followed close behind by Logan and then Grant with his BR55. Inside the base itself sat six Grunts and three elites in their purple armor at the computer systems of the base, all of them dazed and recovering from the attack.

Bullets streaked from the barrel of Logan's MA5 and slammed into four of the grunts, sending vibrant blue blood bursting from the wounds. Five Shotgun rounds slammed out from the M90 in quick succession, bursting the shields of two of the nine foot split jawed beasts and leaving holes the size of a fist in their chests. The third recovered in time to ignite an energy dagger and charge Liz with a mighty roar. Both Logan and Grant, who had just finished off the two grunts on his side, were sweeping their weapons toward the elite but it was too close. Liz let out her own roar and immediately dropped the shotgun. She spun under the elites swing, drawing her knife and punched it into the aliens gut with the full force of her speed and strength. The impact sent the massive beast staggering backwards in time for the small girl to spin to it's back, with her two feet slamming into it from behind and sending the beast sprawling to the ground.

G-225 stood over the elite with her feet planted on the warrior back and smiled beneath her Visor with her M6 held in her right hand pointed at the wounded alien, blood leaking from it's mandibles "Smile Motherfucker." twelve rounds were let loose in quick and rapid succession into the Sangheilis head, sending purple blood and brains leaking onto the ground. The other two lowered their weapons and Logan pointed to the Covenant console, indicating for Grant to start extracting data while Red approached Liz.

"Was all that really necessary?" He asked
Elizabeth simply shrugged in her SPI armor before reloading the pistol and ripping the blade out of the alien and back into it's holster "I think it was very necessary." Reloading the five spent shells in the shotgun she crouched down and watched the entrance to the building.

Logan shook his head before focusing back on grant "How long?"
His only response was the index and middle fingers of the Spartans right hand being held up Two Minutes

Sighing explosively he clicked on his comms and spoke into them "We're clear here. Two minutes till we're out of here."

Dem's voice spoke back "Roger that. The Jackal Scouts coming back don't look too happy. We'll take care of them." Outside of the tent on the mountain the two scout spartans watched as a second squad of the Jackals approached the tent from it's blindspot. "Got them." Said G-085 before two sharp cracks permeated the air, followed by the thuds as the aliens hit the ground with their throats tore open.

"Reed, I've got Two squads on their way. Bearing Zero-Five-Zero Degrees, distance of 500 meters." Whispered Dem behind him. The SRS Swung in that direction in time for the Spartan to see two squads consisting of Two Elites and five grunts each. Dem inched up beside him with his Suppressed DMR, sighting in on the targets as well.

Reed whispered to him "On my mark, you take out the grunts in the lead squad and work your way back. Watch the elites and give them a second shot if needed." With that the Spartan adjusted for the elevation of the targets before squeezing off two shots in rapid succession. The Projectiles screamed through the air, one round slamming into the head of a single elite at the front of the formation. The High Velocity round knocked his helmet off, sending brains and purple blood pooling beneath the beast. The second only took a shot to it's chest and sent the alien staggering back with no shields. Two muted coughs sounded beside the Sniper, with the two rounds slamming into the weak spot on the throat of the purple clad figure.

More coughs sounded and this time the first five grunts dropped to the ground dead. The squad behind the first had taken cover after the second Elite dropped. Reed reloaded the sniper with liquid grace before sighting onto the pieces of cover that hid the enemies. Waiting for them to make a move.

Back inside the tent, Liz and Logan covered the door while Grant continued his work.

"How are we doing Grant?" The team leader asked
The Tech Spartan didn't answer for several seconds until he finally pulled his tac pad that was built into his forearm away from the console "Got it."
Nodding Logan motioned for the Three to move out. Opening a comm link to their overwatch he said "We've got the data. Cover us and we'll meet you at the LZ." A single green acknowledgment light winked on from Dem. Three sniper shots sounded in quick succession, indicating three of the enemy grunts had perished as they tried to move from their cover, then a green light from Reed.

With Logan on point and Liz in the rear the three Spartans moved from the open space to the mouth of a canyon that was built into the mountain side. They moved with haste, weapons lowered but at the ready position, scanning for threats around them. The IFF Tags of the sniper team indicated that they were slightly behind them at the top of the canyon.

They had covered two kilometers before their pelican came into sight, the bulbous craft having been flown in and landed in the canyon to conceal their approach as much as possible. They all boarded the craft, Grant heading to the cockpit and Liz posting up on the built in medium machine gun that covered the rear of the craft. Reed and Dem appeared, repelling down the cliff face one at a time before boarding themselves.

No sooner had the two entered when the pelican lifted off, it's thrusters carrying it out of the canyon and into the open skies, heading for the military complex outside of New Phoenix. Red slapped G-085 on the shoulder "Just like training eh?" The sniper said nothing for several seconds and replied "Something like that."