I wake up from my sleep, still encased in my armor. I swing my legs over and sit straight. I rub my eyes and stretch in my cot. 6 of the other 15 ODSTs aren't in the west wing. 4 of the other ODST are sleeping.
Shepard and Frost are playing cards. I got out with Frost. Shepard was in his squad. I hope we work together back in New Mombasa.
They nod to me as soon as I stand up and walk over to the table. I look at the layed out weapons, and settle on a BR55, a Battle Rifle. It was going to be in a city and this weapon was my choice for... well about anything.
"4 Hours" Frost says as he continues playing cards with Shepard.
Frost had diamond blue, on his armor and Shepard had a khaki tan on his.
"Till what?" Asks Shepard
"We get going." Frost says in a determined voice.
I hook the BR55 onto my back and walk out the door of the west wing.
I wanted to go see the warthogs and see if they were ready to go in 4 hours
I walk in the grassy plain roads in the camp, it could have used some cutting but being here for about 2-3 days left a dead grass path.
My boots shuffle the grass as i walk along the edges and my helmet visor is clear and i can see right through it. My HUD is off too. Need to save the battery for later.
Theres a camp fire by the main entrance and 4 marines by it. Its about an hour until dawn. It's not even cold. Although i am in Africa.
Strolling through the grass for about 5 minutes im finally here. The warthogs. There is about 3 Transport hogs and 5 Warthogs with machine guns on the back. There is also 2 Gauss hogs. Enough fire power to take down a phantom, if you had the time of course..
A marine nicknamed "Fudge" Walks over to me
"Came to check out the Convoy before you left, huh?" He says
"Mmmmhmm." A marine working on the hood responds.
The one working on the hood besides him screams
"AH!"
He pulls his hand out of the engine and the hood falls on them both.
"I am SO glad i dont have to babysit you guys." I say
I step onto the back of a Gauss hog and put my hands over the handles.
"I want this spot" I say.
"Everyone does" Fudge says
"Yeah well... Dibs" I respond
I walk off the ramp and nod to fudge. I walk out of the east wing, where the vehicles are kept.
I find some other ways to spend my time. I walk back to the west wing which takes about 5 minutes and ask if i can play cards with Frost and Shepard. They were both Corporals and they were technicaly supposed to be doing whatever i say. But they know they dont have too because they are as deserving as the rank that i have.
I sit down and lean my Battle Rifle on the table.
It'll be go time soon.
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Halo: Flood (Sequel to Purified Hell)
FanficRead my other book Purified Hell first if you have not already. In a last attempt, Staff Sergeant Anthony Campbell, an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper pushes into the Ruins of New Mombasa to try and take it back. Without a squad he follows a fire-team in...
