HaloCell

HaloCell6: The Setup

“Now” yelled Master Chief
In an almost perfect synchronized movement, the Spartan’s threw a shield grenade on the ground while at the same time throwing an explosive to the Romans. The Chief moved close to Sam and the shield covered them both. The Romans were stunned.
“Go!” roars the Chief
Sam immediately darts away, running as fast as he could. Tara behind him at a distance. Jimmy watches them leave in contempt. Now the Spartans are on the offensive, giving it all they got. There’s no mercy in their ways, and there are no restrains.
Suddenly, the Master Chief saw what he wished wasn’t real, a Roman jumped from the bushes where he was hiding, and ran after Fisher and Tara. The Chief instantly realized the horrible set up. That was the reason their attacks were so blunt, it was a distraction. They had very furtively distracted all of them, and kept them busy so now……now no one could help Sam. He hoped Tara would display her best fighting yet, while keeping him alive. He quickly pushed any doubt from his mind and concentrated on the task at hand, after all; Tara was a Spartan.
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Fisher thought about stopping but he couldn’t. It felt like his body was possessed, and it kept on running, faster and farther away. A quick look back showed him he wasn’t alone; a Spartan followed him. As long it wasn’t the Jimmy guy anything was good. Still he couldn’t stop. He heard some shooting behind him; the Spartan probably encountered a Roman. He looked back again and the Spartan was gone, this made him suspicious. Fisher stopped dead on his tracks when he saw the Roman jump in front of him. This time his muscle memory did him well, as he used the momentum he had to land strong kick to the head.
The Roman barely moved. Fisher was unnerved; as he retracted his leg to run again, the Roman caught it. With a movement quicker than Sam’s, the Roman kicked him away. Fisher flew in the air and landed hitting the ground hard. He coughed, got out his rifle and readied it with a sticky shocker. He rolled farther away and aimed.

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It took them very little time to kill off every last Roman that attacked them, and Jimmy had enjoyed every part of it. It showed in his over all demeanor. Master Chief had run after Tara and Fisher as soon as he could. This made Jimmy angry; he couldn’t understand the Chief’s infatuation with that man. He cursed as they ran after the Chief. They were far behind, but it’s not like Jimmy wanted to be there anyway. He hated Fisher.
“Why the hell does he care?” screamed Jimmy even though the question wasn’t directed to any one.
“He needs a pet Jim” said a comrade in between laughs.
“That’s true, and if that’s the case then I want one too” said another one
Laughter broke out as they ran, except Jimmy didn’t laugh, to him this was a serious and annoying issue.
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Master Chief arrived at Fisher location, a minute too late. The Roman darted towards Fisher who had looked away. The sharp blade of the knife penetrated the Kevlar on the low left side of his torso. Fisher gasped as he fell forward, leaning on the attacking arm; his face showed the pain and the shock. He grasped the Roman’s arm with both his hands. His hands shuddered, he felt weak. The Roman touched Fisher’s jaw, gently lifted his head and looked into his green eyes shadowed with confusion. The Roman smiled and delved the knife deeper. He wasn’t like the others, he wasn’t a mindless thing. He had this odd sarcastic and morbid look on his eyes, he was enjoying it. And he had done his job so well, so well indeed.
The Chief rushed toward the Roman, catching the hand with the knife in his own. As he took it out, the Roman stabbed Fisher again on the back. Now the Spartan was angry, he kicked the Roman away. The knife on his back was awkwardly dislodged from its place. Fisher arched backwards in pain, his head fell back as his eyes started to lose focus. Master Chief caught him in one arm, while he used the other to punch the Roman that ran at him again. The Chief straightened Sam in his arm; who looked at the sky helplessly.
The Roman stood up and faced John, with a smirk on his face. He showed him the Opsat, which he had slid off Sam’s arm. He could have ran away, he got what he came for and the Master Chief couldn’t stop him. But he stayed and took a fighting stance. This Roman was cocky and wanted one more kill. As he rushed towards them, the Chief took Fisher’s knife and stabbed the Roman in the neck. He healed almost immediately, smiled and tried again. This time he used the shotgun at very close range. He used that opportunity to grab the Opsat and Sam, and run. The Roman followed.
“Is that him?” said one of the Spartans
“I knew that stupid little mouse wouldn’t last” said Jimmy annoyed at the fact they had done all that for nothing.
They all fired at the Roman behind them in vain, the guy wouldn’t stop. Master Chief got to them and unconsciously placed Fisher in the arms of the first Spartan in front of him. He then turned around and challenged the Roman, who had stopped close by. His anger, that rage that was coursing inside him at the moment made him faster, he felt stronger. The adrenaline rushing thru his body seemed to unlock every animalistic sense he had; so it was very easy to bring down the Roman. He pinned him to the ground, took off his helmet and looked at him, full of resentment. His eyes were wet, and his hand tightened around the Roman’s neck, who gasped for air. The Roman gave one last scream as the Spartan punched right thru his sternum, making a whole in the ground below.
He put his helmet back on and turned around, half his right arm covered in blood. Jimmy was petrified, in his arms rested a wounded spy. He felt like discharging all his anger on Sam; all that display by the Chief was for the man in his arms. Rage consumed him, but honor told him he couldn’t kick the man while he was down. The Chief gathered the spy in his arms and lowered him to the ground.
“Find Tara” he said, and they obeyed.
Sam was alive still awake, and stared at the sky quietly; it was all a blur of shapes nothing was cohesive.
“Look Chief!” said one of his men “The wound on his back, look”
The wound had started to heal, all on its own. The Roman’s blood had mixed with Fishers’. He quickly put him on the ground took off the Kevlar vest, as delicately as he could in that armor. He then let the Romans blood drip over the wound, which started to heal. He felt lighter, like he could breathe easier; it could be hope. But Sam wasn’t awake anymore; he lay motionless in the ground. His black hair wisped delicately by the wind, a streak of blood emerged from his mouth.
For the first time in his life the Spartan felt useless. Of all the amazing things he could do, none could help him.