Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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overhead, a spiderweb of energy and projectiles. Every shot was

directed at the pair of Hunters who had fired upon John and

his team.

The Hunter pair raised their shields in unison and ducked be-

hind them—the quarter-meter-thick slabs of metal could repel

almost any single weapon's fire ... but not this merciless barrage.

These mightiest Covenant soldiers burned, their armor and

shields ignited as well, and John caught their outlines for only a

split second before they were vaporized.

The section of gallery where they had stood blasted into dust

and smoke, and the debris rained onto the floor ... along with

dozens of Grunts and Jackals who had been unfortunate enough

to be standing too near the pair.

Three heartbeats pounded in John's chest. Neither the humans

nor the Covenant hosts in the great room moved.

"What the hell is this?" Sergeant Johnson muttered. "Shouldn't

we be dead by now?"

John linked to Kelly's biomonitors; she was in shock, and her

suit's heat pumps were strained to the failure point. He had to get

her to safety.

From the uppermost gallery a Covenant Elite in golden armor

raised its energy sword high into the air and shouted. Translation

software in John's helmet whispered half a second later: "Take

them—but the next one to fire at the holy light will be skinned

alive! Go!"

Dr. Halsey pressed the arm of her glasses tighter against the

back of her ear, listening as the built-in translator whispered.

"The crystal," she murmured. "They're after the crystal."

Teams of Elites dropped slithering, plasticine ropes, which

glowed a ghostly blue. They rappelled to the floor. A hundred

Grunts squealed with excitement and danced from one foot to

the other. Jackals followed their Elite leaders on the ropes.

"Polaski!" Admiral Whitcomb shouted into his COM. "Get

down here ASAP! We need immediate extraction!"

"Roger that," Polaski replied in her cool never-flinch Navy

flier voice.

Fred, Grace, and Anton turned and fired three-round bursts

straight up as a team of Elites tried to descend on their position.

The Elites fell, spattering purple blood across the tiled floor.

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