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HALO: FIRST STRIKE
Five seconds later acknowledgment lights from Blue Four and
Three winked on. It was safe for the rest of them.
John grabbed the upper lip of the hatchway and flipped up
onto the top of the dropship. He grabbed a dangling cord and
pulled himself onto the latticework deck where Fred and Linda
perched, watching and making sure the bay was clear.
Grace and Fred disembarked and scrambled silently up into
the darkness, joining them.
John pointed two fingers at his eyes and then made a flat fan
motion across the space of the bay. The Spartans moved to care-
fully scan the area.
From his shadowy overview John saw that this place was a
repair-and-refit facility, with slots for hundreds of singleships.
The room curved out of view three hundred meters in either di-
rection. It must run the circumference of the station's hub.
Apart from the thousands of busy Engineers, John spotted
only two Grunts wearing white methane-breather masks. It was
not a color designation he had seen before. They pushed carts
containing barrels of sloshing fluids. They would be easy to
avoid.
One side of the bay had a series of sealed doors that he pre-
sumed led to air locks. The opposite wall of the bay had a
meter-thick window through which poured an intense blue light.
Every thirty meters along that transparent wall was a recessed
alcove. Overflowing from the nearest alcove were purple poly-
hedral cargo barrels, old charred plasma coils, and plates of the
silver-blue Covenant alloy. But what piqued John's interest was
what was next to this pile of junk: a holographic terminal.
John clicked his COM to get Blue Team's attention, pointed to
the junk pile, held up two fingers, and then pointed again at the
alcove.
Everyone nodded, understanding his order.
Fred and Linda silently dropped to the deck, ran across the
bay, and melted into the shadows behind a cut section of hull.
Grace followed.
John looked up and down and side to side across the bay, mak-
ing sure no Grunts were visible. He and Will crossed and took
cover behind a plasma coil the size of a Warthog light reconnais-
sance vehicle.