Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

drew closer. Fred had set his audio filters to screen out the noise

so he could concentrate.

Five days. It hadn't seemed that long. They worked, they

rested, they slept, and they waited. Dr. Halsey had taught them

word games like twenty questions and simple cipher, at which

they all became extremely proficient—so much so that she

quickly stopped playing. Dr. Halsey was not a graceful loser.

The time had melted away. Maybe it was the darkness, the

lack of any temporal reference like the sun, moon, and stars, but

the hours had lost their meaning.

He paused to stretch his Achilles tendon, recently stitched and

fused by Dr. Halsey. Aside from some stiffness, it was almost

back to normal. He had almost torn the tendon off, running on

the injury.

Dr. Halsey had patched them all up; she had even flash cloned

Kelly a new partial lung, which she successfully grafted. In her

tiny field medical kit, the doctor had a handheld MRI, a sterile

field generator, even a shoe-box-sized clone tank for organ

duplication.

She had also installed the new MJOLNIR parts in their exist-

ing armor. These upgrades were in field-testing and not certified,

she had explained, but she gauged their need sufficient to justify

the risk of using the new equipment.

Kelly received an improvement to her neural induction cir-

cuits, giving her twitch response time a speed boost. Vinh had a

new linear accelerator added to her shield system, effectively

doubling its strength. Isaac had a new image-enhancing com-

puter installed. Will received a better tracking system on his

heads-up display, which improved his accuracy at distances up

to a thousand meters.

Fred flexed his bare right hand. Dr. Halsey was installing his

upgrade now—new sensors that would boost the sensitivity of

his motion tracker. Without the single gauntlet, Fred felt vul-

nerable. The Master Chief would have told him not to rely on his

armor or weapons—rely instead on his head. It would protect

him better.

He wondered how Blue Team—John, Linda, and James—had

fared. And what of the rest of his own team? Had anyone at the

generator complex survived?

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