I know it's been a while. I'm trying to wrap this one up. Here's a new chapter, I have two more planned, and then this should be in the history books.
New Mombassa, October 21st, 2552, 2:37 AM
Sector 2-A: Central Park
The sound of the Warthog's engine made conversation near impossible, but that didn't bother any of its occupants. They all knew there was nothing to say. Lugo looked out over the dark of the road ahead. He knew he had to take charge, which wouldn't be hard, but motivation was never something he knew how to do. And he knew damn well his team could use a nice kick in the ass.
Mathison's Body lay in the back of the jeep, covered by a thin sheet they had found. The others were all huddled around the gun. It made for an uncomfortable fit, to say the least.
“So what's the call, Lugo?” Ty asked, not breaking his forward stare as he pushed the Warthog on through the decrepit city streets, the headlights Flooding the way ahead, but leaving an unnerving wall of darkness all around them.
“We need to get out of the city, hell off the planet even. If we can find a base in working condition, we can get a Pelican down to us, or find our own and get out that way. Either way, it's mission failed.”
“I dunno about that...” Ty said, slowing down to weave through a group of abandoned cars. “We got our objectives done. Ya know, get out the civies, recon our targets. On our end, we did our job. NavCom's the ones who screwed up, letting the carrier in, and then out again.”
“Doesn't matter who messed it up, Rook... Bottom line, this is a dark day.”
Ty nodded silently.
“But, I need to make sure we all get home.” Lugo said, glancing back at Mathison. “For his sake.”
“You know what'll happen when we get back, right?” Ty said, shooting a quick glance at Lugo before returning his eyes to the road.
“Yeah. We all get shoved up the chain, and we get another rookie in.” Lugo spat in disgust.
Ty didn't bother responding, opting to shift the Warthog into a higher gear as they reached a long open stretch of road, leading out of the city. The long highway seems to stretch on forever as another awkward silence overcame the five soldiers. The jeep screamed along the Highway, quickly leaving the wreckage of New Mombassa behind them.
The sun had started to creep over the horizon as the Warthog sputtered to a halt in front of a UNSC Depot.
“What's up? Why are we stopping?” Lugo asked.
“Out of gas.” Ty said, tapping the fuel gauge. “Maybe we can find some in there.”
The Depot had once been used for repairs to the UNSC's Scorpion tanks, but now it was empty, all the tanks sent out to try and stop the alien invasion, all to no avail.
“Pretty convenient place to hit empty.” Lugo said as he hopped out of the Warthog.
“I'm sure as hell not gonna complain. I think we've had enough bad luck.” Ty muttered, pulling his Automag from it's holster.
“Looks abandoned to me, Fellas.” Waters said as he stepped up to the gate.
“Alright... Logan, Rich, you guys push the 'Hog in here, and we'll fill it up.” Lugo ordered, pulling the Depot's gate open. “Kid, you're on point.”
Ty crept through the gate, and glanced around. All of the maintenance bays were empty, the Scorpion's having gone into battle.
“I guess we should check the supply room for a few gas cans, and then we can fill them up at one of the bays.” Lugo said. “That way we don't run out again.
“Yeah. You hold here, Me and Waters'll go get the containers.”
“Don't take too long. We'll gas up the jeep.”
Ty and Waters walked over to the lone building in the facility. The metal front door hung off the hinges, a large dent in the center. Ty glanced over to Waters, who shrugged.
“I'll wager we both know what did that.” He said with a grin.
“Unfortunately, yeah. We do. Ty said as he entered the building, his pistol sweeping the room.
“Was only a matter o' time, boyo. Seein' what they did to Reach? I'm surprised there's anything left here.”
A loud rumbling ended their conversation.
“What the...”
Lugo's voice blared over the radio.
“Guys! Hurry it up! Covenant Cruisers just jumped in over the city! My guess is they Ain't here for the tour!”
Ty glared at Waters.
“You had to f---in' say it, didn't you?”
“Say what? What I say?”
“Nevermind! Look for a Jerry can! We gotta get some extra fuel for the ride!”
“A what now?”
“Red can thing? With a handle?” Ty said as he began digging through a bin of parts.
“Is that what those're called?” Water's shrugged. “You learn somethin' new everyday...”
“Start f---in' looking!” Ty snapped, dumping an entire bin onto the floor.
“What's the rush?”
“The 'rush' is we're about a solid five minutes from being turned to glass!”
Waters scratched his head for a second, and his eyes shot open wide.
“Oh S---...”
Lugo leaned in the doorway.
“We're outta time! The 'Hog is fueled and ready to go! Let's jut get the hell away from this place.”
They rushed outside, heading straight for the Warthog.
“Where are we going?” Ty asked as he got back behind the wheel.
“There's an airbase a few kilometers down the road. If there's a way out of here, that's it. TREC won't risk flying in an evac with that many Covies in the way.”
With a roar, the Warthog's engine started, and Ty slammed down on the throttle, leaving a thick cloud of smoke behind them as they raced out of the depot.