Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

Inside the first locker were satchel charges. Fred grabbed

three and looped them over his neck. "I think we can find a use

for these."

Will knelt next to the second footlocker. Within were plastic

boxes marked

MJOLNIR MARK V

followed by a long list of serial

numbers. "This must be what Doctor Halsey wanted," he said.

There was a flutter in the floor—which got Fred's full atten-

tion, because a "flutter" in a solid steel floor meant trouble.

The COM channel opened, and Dr. Halsey's voice crackled

with static: "Get back to the lab ASAP. I might have a way out.

Quickly!"

The vault room flexed, and thunder rumbled through the walls.

"Detonations," Will said. "They're coming."

"Secure those boxes," Fred ordered. He raced to the closed

doors. "Open," he shouted to Kalmiya and waited as the door

slowly eased apart. He scanned up and down the corridor and

then ran back toward the lab.

When they got to the medical wing the lights were dead, and

Fred saw Kelly's helmet lights cut through the velvet-rich,

dust-filled darkness. She had Dr. Halsey draped over her

shoulder. Blood ran from the doctor's nostrils.

"Her office collapsed," Kelly told them. "Support beam missed

her by a centimeter."

Dr. Halsey looked up and whispered, "I'm fine. Really." She

pushed away from Kelly, stood, and teetered in place.

Fred scooped her up and set her on the examination table.

"With all due respect, ma'am, you're not."

Another detonation rippled through the earth—this one stronger

than the previous explosion. Fissures snaked through the con-

crete walls.

Vinh and Isaac bounded into the room. "Enemy contacts at

extreme range," Vinh reported.

"Down," Dr. Halsey said, and she held a palm-sized data pad

for Fred to see. It had a map on its display . . . but not of this

base. "We have to go lower."

Fred wondered if Dr. Halsey was delirious.

"Down the elevator shaft in Section Sigma," she explained.

"We'll seal it behind us. We can't let them follow."

"Kelly, take point," Fred ordered. He grabbed two of the new

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