Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

In unison the Spartans turned and fired at the far corner of the

formation of tanks. Two blue-white blobs of liquid sun spat from

the Wraiths and detonated. There was a dazzling light, an expan-

sion of superheated white fire—and then there was glass-smooth

ground and the smoldering skeletons of seven Wraith tanks.

More luck. If the tanks had been active, with hatches secured,

they might have survived the first volley.

Kelly's tank surged ahead and bulldozed aside the surviving

tanks near them.

Fred turned, accelerated to full power, and smashed through

a line of retreating Grunts, a series of small, satisfying thuds

reverberating through the cockpit.

The two Wraith tanks shattered through a line of trees, splin-

tering their trunks. Beyond lay the main Covenant camp. A thou-

sand Grunts and Jackals ran toward them, weapons and personal

shields ready, but none of them fired.

They charged past the two tanks.

"They think we're on their side," Fred said. "They're going to

see what attacked them. Let's not show them otherwise until we

have to."

Kelly's acknowledgment light winked on, and she pushed a

path through the onrushing Grunts—who quickly parted before

her.

Half a kilometer ahead was a stand of hexagonal gold and

silver structures: the shielded tents of the Elites. There were half

a dozen stationary plasma turrets, "Shades," guarding them, and

beyond them lay the mountain under which were ONI Section

Three's secret research caverns. The Covenant were there as

well.

Without thinking, Fred tapped a control; the display magni-

fied. A hundred Covenant Engineers maneuvered heavy equip-

ment: laser drills and conveyor belts and giant insectlike machines

that looked as if they could dig through the entire mountain.

"They found the caverns," Fred told Kelly. "Looks like they're

going to dig them out."

But again ... why? Why not just blast them from orbit? The

Covenant had never taken prisoners—except the occasional strag-

gler to execute for sport. They didn't go to this much trouble.

Unless it wasn't Delta Team they were after.

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