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CHAPTER TWENTY
TIME:DATE RECORD ANOMALY\Estimated 0610 hours,
September 23,2552 (Military Calendar)\ Aboard captured
Covenant dropship, Epsilon Eridani system, en route to surface
of Reach.
Polaski accelerated the captured dropship to its maximum
velocity—just under Mach 1. The craft arced up and joined the
long convoy of Covenant ships—troop transports, scavenger
drones, and Seraph fighters—as they descended from a higher
orbit down to the surface. The formation of alien vessels headed
straight toward Menachite Mountain.
Covenant communiques scrolled across a screen next to the
pilot's seat and then ceased.
"Incoming transmissions from the convoy ... I guess they
don't like strays," Polaski muttered calmly, looking at the Cove-
nant calligraphy.
"They're not shooting," the Admiral said, gripping the back of
Polaski's seat. "We're fine. Just fly, Warrant Officer." He turned
to the Master Chief. "Get 'em ready, son."
The Chief nodded and moved aft to the rest of the squad. His
three Spartans as well as Lieutenant Haverson, Locklear, and
Sergeant Johnson stood over an array of weapons laid out on the
deck. Anton ticked off the inventory: "Shotguns, a fuel rod gun,
Jackhammer rocket launchers, plasma and HE pistols, and every
type of grenade—take your pick."
The Chief picked up five clips of ammunition for his MA5B
assault rifle, three frag grenades, and a shotgun for close work.
Nothing fancy—he wanted to keep it simple so he could keep
one eye on the rest of his team.