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HALO: FIRST STRIKE
Scorpion tanks for almost an hour. Grunts had charged across
the minefield and cleared a path for the Jackals and Elites.
Lieutenant Buckman, the Marines' CO, had been ordered to
send the bulk of his men into the forest in an attempt to flank the
enemy. He had called in air support, too.
He got it.
Reach HighCom must have realized the generators were in
danger of being overrun, so someone panicked and sent in
bombers to hit the forest in a half-klick radius. That wiped out
the Covenant assault wave. It also killed the Lieutenant and
his men.
What a waste.
Fred replaced the last of his armor components and powered
up. His status lights pulsed a cool blue. Satisfied, he stood and
activated the COM.
"Red-Twelve, give me a sit-rep."
Will's voice crackled over the channel. "Perimeter estab-
lished, Chief. No enemy contacts."
"Good," Fred replied. "Mission status?"
"Ten chainguns recovered and now provide blanketing fields
of fire around the generator complex," Will said. "We've got
three Banshee fliers working. We've also recovered thirty of
those arm-mounted Jackal shield generators, plus a few hundred
assault rifles, plasma pistols, and grenades."
"Ammo? We need it."
"Affirmative, sir," Will said. "Enough to last for an hour of
continuous fire." There was a short pause, then he added: "HQ
must have sent reinforcements at some point, because we've re-
covered a crate marked HIGHCOM ARMORY OMEGA."
"What's in it?"
"Six Anaconda surface-to-air missiles." Will's voice barely
concealed his glee. "And a pair of Fury tac-nukes."
Fred gave a low whistle. The Fury tac-nuke was the closest
thing the UNSC had in its arsenal to a nuclear grenade. It was the
size and shape of an overinflated football. It delivered slightly
less than a megaton yield, and was extremely clean. Unfortu-
nately, it was also completely useless to them in this situation.
"Secure that ordnance ASAP. We can't use them. The EMP
would fry the generators."