Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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He controlled the shaking and keyed the COM. "Acknowl-

edged, sir. Is air support available?"

"Negative. Covenant craft took out our fighter and bomber

cover in the first wave."

"Very well, sir. We'll get you out."

"Step on it, Chief." The COM snapped off.

Fred wondered if Admiral Whitcomb was responsible for the

hundreds of dead Marines who'd been trying to guard the gener-

ators. No doubt he was an excellent ship driver. . . but Fleet offi-

cers running ground ops? No wonder the situation was FUBAR.

Had he pressured a young and inexperienced lieutenant to

flank a superior enemy? Had he sent in air support with orders to

saturate-bomb the area?

Fred didn't trust the Admiral's judgment, but he couldn't ig-

nore a direct order from him, either.

He ran his team roster up onto his heads-up display:

twenty-two Spartans, six wounded so badly they could barely

walk, and four battle-fatigued Marines who'd been through hell

once already. They had to repel a massive Covenant force. They

had to extract Admiral Whitcomb, too. And as usual, their

survival was at best a tertiary consideration.

He had weapons to defend the installation: grenades,

chain-guns, and missiles—

Fred paused. Perhaps this was the wrong way to look at the

tactical situation. He was thinking about defending the installa-

tion when he should have been thinking about what Spartans

were best at—offense.

He keyed the SQUADCOM. "Everyone catch that last

transmission?"

Acknowledgment lights winked on.

"Good. Here's the plan: We split into four teams.

"Team Delta—" He highlighted the wounded Spartans and

the four Marines on the roster. "—fall back to this location." He

uploaded a tactical map of the area and set a NAV marker in a

ravine sixteen kilometers north. "Take two Warthogs, but leave

them and stealth it if you encounter any resistance. Your mission

is to secure the area. This will be the squad's fallback position.

Keep the back door open for us."

They immediately acknowledged. The Spartans knew that

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