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A Spartan Day 3Sending Private Gibson down to relieve Davison, Sargent Johnson turned back to his makeshift command for his team. Opening up one of the trunks next to the, the Sargent grinned. Inside were brick size chunks of C-4 explosive, primers, timers, and packs. In the trunk next to the C-4, was Johnsons pride and joy. his S2 Sniper Rifle. Taking it from the depths of the truck, he began to dismantle, clean, inspect, and reassemble it. After resetting his Oracle scope, he stood to go find some chow before he caught some sleep. His marines did an outstanding job setting up comms, radar, sensors, and even some traps for those Covie *******s. As he knelt to get some stew that one of his privates whipped up, the night was split with a scream that sounded off from the right side of camp. In the direction of Gibsons post.
"Sargent!" came a call on his team comm, "what do you want us to do?"
"Follow the Spartans, they have everything ready, and make sure you don't screw up! This is it ladies! Make rea
A Spartan Day: 2After receiving Spartan 022s message, Private Gibson knew that he'd be heading into combat with the Covenant.
"Private! Pay attention!" Bellowed Sargent Johnson. "I need everyone sharp!"
"Roger that Sargent!" Gibson replied.
Reviewing the plan again, the Private noticed that even though this was going to be a resupply and a small reinforcement deployment, there were far too many Longsword fighters for this misson. But after what his Sargent said, Gibson was a long ways away from debating this with him.
"Now! Make sure you all get enough ammo and grenades," stated Johnson. "We need to keep that generator online and in our hands. Fall out!"
Moving along with the crowd of other Marines like himself, Private Gibson Made double sure that his pack was full of extra ammo, his bandolier of grenades, clips for his Pistol, and his Assult Rifle across his back.
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A Spartan Day"This is Master Chief Spartan 022, can anyone read me, over."
Only a whisper of static answered him as he surveyed the carnage surrounding him. Lifting his gaze to the hill off on his right, he noticed a shifting of the shadows cast from the setting sun. Taking his S2 rifle from his shoulder, and sighting this phatom, Master Chief got a glimpse of what he was looking at. A Covenant Elite in active camo.
"This is Spartan 022, all other remaining soldiers and Spartan, respond to this single. That's an order."
After what seemed like eternity, blue winks began to spring to life on his map. Counting a total of only 12, he read off who was missing and marked them as MIA on his roster. Losing eight spartans in one day was a heavy blow to his conscience.
"Everyone RV at fallback point Delta in 5 minutes. Retreive any ammo, comm packs, food and medical sacks, parts, tools, absolutely anything that can be used at point Delta."
Blue winks answered him. Looking back to the hill one last
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