Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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getting it back to ONI Section Three—even if he had to gamble

that the Covenant might get it."

Locklear snorted. "Well, as much as I don't like El-Tee

White-bread, I'd hand it over if ordered, too. What's the big deal,

anyway? We're almost home."

"Almost," Dr. Halsey repeated, and she gave him a slight

smile. "But the moment you jump, this crystal emits radiation

like a signal flare. The Covenant will find this ship ... and

maybe this time they'll win the battle in Slipspace."

Locklear grimaced.

She held his steely gaze a moment and then finally let go of

his hand. "So I know you'll do whatever it takes to prevent this

object from falling into enemy hands."

He nodded grimly. "I read you, Doc. Loud and clear." There

was a hint of respect in his voice. "I know what I have to do . . .

count on it."

"Good," she said.

The elevator doors parted. Locklear stuffed the crystal into

his ammunition vest, and Locklear wheeled the table into the
Gettysburg's launch bay. "Where do you want her?"

The bay was a beehive of activity: A hundred of Governor

Jiles's crew jogged to and from passages carrying data pad

schematics and field multiscanners; robotic dollies carried fat

Archer missiles, spiderlike Antilon mines, and slender pods of

deuterium fuel for the Gettysburg's auxiliary reactors; three

Longsword fighter craft were being repaired; exoskeletons thud-

ded along the deck, carrying plates of titanium and welding

them in place.

"There," Dr. Halsey told Locklear. "Take her to that ship." She

pointed to Governor Jiles's Chiroptera-class vessel. It sat on the

deck looking like a sleeping bat. Its oddly angled stealth sur-

faces blended into the shadows.

Locklear shrugged and pushed the loaded gurney.

Dr. Halsey halted by the ship's port hatch. It was sealed so

tightly that no seam could be discerned.

She retrieved the thermal printout from her coat and rechecked

its contents. She then touched a recessed button on the hull, and a

tiny plate slid aside revealing an alphanumeric keyboard. Dr.

Halsey typed in a long string and pressed

ENTER

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