New Mombassa, October 20th, 2552, 6:00 PM
Tracking ODSTs: Private First Class Logan Alexander Scott and Private Tyler Mitchell MacMillan
Sector 2-A: Central Park
“Logan, you got me?” Ty said into his radio. The central park appeared peaceful from a distance, but through the scope of Logan's rifle, the number of Covenant troops was clear as day. This was a dangerous place to be. Unfortunately, the Anti-air Shade Turrets the Covenant had set up made it impossible for the incoming ODST reaction force to land. The task of clearing it fell to Logan and Ty. Logan trained his scope over Ty, who was hiding behind a low wall at the far edge of the Park.
“I see you. Move up.”
Ty mantled over the wall and rushed through the overgrown grass, diving behind a hedgerow.
“You're clear.” Logan said, scanning the Covenant encampment. “They didn't see you.”
“You sure? I think that brute looked over here...” Ty said, keeping as low behind the hedges as possible, crawling along the ground.
“I'm sure. Stop worrying.” Logan lowered his rifle and wiped his brow. The custom scope he had mounted on his rifle gave him amazing range. He had set up in a sniper's perch, 45 stories above the Park. To the Covenant in the park, his shots would blend in with the sounds of distant combat.
“Sorry... First time doing this for real, ya know?” Ty peeked around the hedgerow. A squad of brutes were standing around, speaking a language Ty couldn't recognize.
“Hasn't anyone ever tried to make a translator or something? I mean, it seems like it'd help to understand what they're saying.” Ty wondered aloud.
“Now's not the time. Move up.” Logan ordered.
“Oh, right... sorry.”
Ty pushed himself off the ground and ran in a crouch across the park path. Although he was practically silent, every single step sounded like an explosion to Ty, Half-expecting the Brutes to turn and spot him at any moment. He mantled over a low wall, and crouched down behind it.
“Am I clear?” He asked.
“Yes...” Logan said, his frustration growing. “If they spotted you, you'd know.”
“Uh... right... sorry...”
Ty inched along the wall, moving closer to his objective. At the edge of the wall, Ty was a few feet from the first Shade turret.
“Alright... watch my back, I'm gonna set the charges.” Ty said, pulling the small blocks of plastic explosive from a pouch on his vest. He peered out quickly to make sure no one was looking his way, and rushed over to the Shade. He was using what ODSTs referred to as “Idiot Bombs” No wires, no complicated detonator, just a big red button, and 60 seconds to get clear. He stuck the charge on the Turret's plasma tanks, and punched the button before sneaking past it toward the next one.
“Alright, first one's good, be ready to take down some targets.”
“I'm always ready.” Logan said, sighting his rifle on a Brute Chieftain. He found it odd that there were no Elites in sight. Usually they were the ones leading the charge. Logan quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. He was here to kill Covenant, no matter what kind they were.
“Second charge is set! Moving for the third!” Ty said. “You've got 20 seconds before the first goes off, so feel free to open up on these guys!”
“Roger. Keep your head down, and watch the crossfire.” Logan said as he slowly squeezed the trigger. The rifle roared in his hands, and he leaned forward to absorb the recoil, and pick out another target.
Ty couldn't distinguish the shot from the ambient sounds of combat, but the sudden, and unique, sound of a skull popping told him all he needed to know. He quickly set the third charge, and sprinted across an open field to get clear of the blast. He slid along the ground and ducked behind a small knoll in the grass just as the first explosive went off.
The resounding explosion rocked the ground Ty laid on, and the Covenant in the park began scrambling around, still not sure what was occurring.
Logan locked his sights on another Brute, this one a mere foot soldier. Brutes had always been a terrifying sight to any UNSC trooper. Logan fondly remembered his Training officer refer to them as; “Gorillas with guns, only half as smart and twice as mean.” The true nature of the Brutes showed in their weapons of choice: Spikers, Maulers, and Gravity Hammers. All Brute weapons involved a blade of some kind, and each one had the same purpose: to brutalize.
Logan chuckled to himself. “Brute-alize... Lugo'll appreciate that one.” He said out loud. Ty's voice snapped him back to reality.
“Uh... Logan? A little help would be nice!”
Logan looked through his scope, and scanned the park for Ty.
Ty had moved from his hiding spot, attempting to leave the park grounds. But had been spotted a few feet from the exit. He opted to run across the street for an open store front, and hold them off. It wasn't working.
“I see you.” Logan said, training his cross-hairs over a Grunt's methane tank. His HUD quickly gave him a suggested firing solution, adjusted for gravity, distance, and wind. He quickly made the corrections, and fired. The large caliber round tore through the air, rupturing the Grunt's tank. Almost instantly, the tank exploded, scattering Blue tinted gore across the pavement, and knocking the other Covenant off balance.
“Jesus! Thanks Logan!” Ty said as he popped up over the store's counter, taking advantage of the break in fire to take down some enemies. He noticed a group of Brutes breaking off, running back into the park.
“Logan, Heads up! You've got... 1, 2, 3.... 4 Brutes, One Chieftain class, headed back into the park, they may be headed your way.”
Logan quickly spotted them, and began to fire. His first shot ripped through the Brute's stomach, tearing his organs to shreds. Logan switch targets to the next closest Brute, who had stopped to look back at his fallen friend. Logan took his time to line up the shot. The rifle in his hand kicked hard as the round flew forward. The bullet ripped through the Brute's neck, severing his spine, and killing him instantly. Once again, he swung the rifle down to pick out his next target. He sighted him out, and prepared his shot. He carefully squeezed the trigger and....
CLICK.
The rifle's hammer fell on an empty chamber. In the most rookie mistake he'd ever made, Logan had lost track of how many rounds he had fired. He scrambled to reload, but just before he could line up a shot on the two remaining Brutes, they ran out of his line of sight, into his building.
“Crap... Hopefully they don't know what room I'm in...”
Logan and Ty's radios crackled on.
“Logan, Ty, This is Mathison, Our objective is secure, and we are inbound to your location. We've commandeered a Warthog, and are coming up 5th Ave. now, E.T.A. 10 minutes.”
“Great!” Ty responded. “I could use some support ASAP, The Shades are down, and their owners aren't too happy with me!”
Mathison shook his head.
“We're going as fast as we can, kid. Just hang on.”