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