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The Lieutenant Commander barked some more orders, this time for the safety of ALL the fireteams, "all fireteams are to execute order gamma. Head to the back of the structure and hall a**. Reports indicate no more covenant resistance, the ocean is the only way out." A small smile had apeared on his face behind his visor. -Commander, are you sure you want them to do that? They might drown- said Atreyu. "I have full confidence in my soldiers, Atreyu. They will be able to make their way out of the water easily once the explosion has occured." Michael looked back up at the screen and how fast, yet slow his Spartans were running. He then turned his attention to Kelly and said, "I heard you are the fastest SPARTAN-II. Maybe you can show my men (-and women- corrected Atreyu) how to run their asses off."

Kelly was still looking at the screen still as Michael continued to supply his team with new orders, which consisted of them returning to the far end of the structure and using the ocean to escape out from their current location. Spartan-087 watched as the spartan's continued running which of course to her own eyes, they seemed to be running at a much slower pace compared to her running speed. At the sound of Michael's voice though, Spartan-087 looked away from the screen and looked toward the other Spartan just as he finished speaking to her.

"You heard correctly but no amount of training has made me able to gain the speed that I have now, I guess you can say that I was born with the ability to be a fast runner." Kelly replied while continuing to look at Spartan-287, a small smile started to appear on her but it was covered by her helmet at the same time. Now having gotten her response out of the way, Kelly stayed silent while she waited for whatever Michael was going to say to her next. The Spartan did not look back at the view screen though, she had allready gotten enough information about the new type of armor for the spartans to make her want to upgrade from her current type of armor up to the MJOLINER Mark IX Armor. That Michael and the rest of his team were wearing, ever since she had first seen him and his team in action down in the battle room.

The counter on Alex's HUD counted off as his team leaped over the fallen enemy. 40 seconds remained as they caught sight of their exit, and eventual evac to some rest and recuperation. They huffed as their modified bodies pushed 60 Kilometers per hour as they sprinted. 10 seconds remained on his hud as the bursting of piping and machines was heard from behind and beside them, They breached the complex and dove for their next NAV point... The Ocean. and with that the building behind them exploded in a blue furry.

Alex huffed catching his breath as he, and his team sunk into the ocean. He opened all com systems and reported. "Team Report.." He called out for the sit rep, and 3 blue dots popped up on his HUD. "Sir...objective achieved..All Spartans are Okay..awaiting Evac.." He called to his CO as his team settled to the bottom of the ocean, and twenty feet of water atop their heads, which would not harm them through their Advanced Energy Shielding.

Alex's fire team could not wait forever, and were shocked at the loss of communications. He looked at the flood lights that shown where his team was located, and with some time he collected his team, and singled off to move down 10 Kilometers to the shore side, and shutdown all tracking equipment in the area and on their armor. He figured his CO would try something like this, and came prepared.

A hour ticked by and they emerged from the water, dripping water, and armor flicking lightly as water hissed off them. They moved to the tree line, where they removed their helmets and listened to Alex's commands. "Alright guy, we're now up the creek with out a paddle, and..shh.." He said and eased to the tree line as Banshee's flew over their heads and Seraph's flew past the air support. "Okay..that's not good..I wonder what else he's set up.." and he slid on his helmet and activated the Binocular mode on his HUD, seeing a blur in the distance, then relayed a order to a spy sat above them, which would only show a blur of white armor. "Okay..this..is bad.." And turned to his soldiers. "Take that back..we're in hell..so lets take it to'em.." He said. The unhelmeted Spartans grinning knowing the fun was about to start. "Ultras and a lot of them..Hunters, and Air support..we are severely out numbered..we're going to go Guerrilla on them. " The Spartans nodded and latched on their helmets. "Demo...how are our Explosive resources?" He asked building up his tactical information.

"10 Lotus anti-Tank mines, four pounds of C-7..12 Jackhammer rounds and one launcher.." The Spartan reported through the external coms. "Okay..lay the mines in Tactical pattern three inside of this forest..you..help him.." He commanded. " place the C-7 in Quarter pound slaps into the trees, and set them to blow simultaneously on my order alone. "Someone go flank them with a sniper and await for the signal..take out the heavy stuff first..then work your way down...stay sharp, and like a shadow." And the team split up quickly to do their assigned job. Alex himself climbing the tallest tree he could find to observe his team to the best of his ability.

Michael talked to Atreyu again, "Atreyu, I want you to multiply the ground troops by 30, the cruisers by 5, the air support by 10, and set the Covenant Bots at 150% intelligence." Atreyu began to work on its analysis of the situation, and then slowly began to multiply the troops. -5250 enemy troops, 200 banshees, 300 seraphs, and 10 covenant cruisers all ready sir. Commencing intelligence program... now- said Atreyu obediantly following orders to end the S-III's virtual lives in the battleroom. Michael nodded his head and analysed the situation. Gamma Squad could take on a Covenant Army, but not an Armada. A small smile found its way to Michaels lips as he saw Fireteam India's team leader giving out orders that would, eventually, fail.

Alex watched from the tree top as several flickering lights were beamed to him, telling him all were ready and in position, he singled in Flash code for all except for two which would act as snipers. The Spartans would lock and load re-seal they're helmets and prepare for the first strike. "Flight of Banshees coming in, Jackhammer...take them out.." He said standing in his tree, looking through the binocular mode on his visor. A flash of light and roar of fire as the 102mm shaped charges flew towards the locked banshee's the left center, and left wing were blown out of the air with a satisfying boom, and eruption of blue fire and falling debris. "ETA of Elite forces 3 minutes.." He noted for record. "Keep the rockets in the air, and remove the Banshee's, they're a greater threat then the Seraphs.." He called out to the rocket-man, and would reply by locking on other targets, and watching the others scatter, preventing them from regrouping and engaging the new encounter. "Since the Elites are all Ship Master level..they will all give conflicting orders, and they will just fight like barbarians..leaving them to into our trap.." He said to his second in command which listened and kept track of things on the OPSAT, and relayed up to date information to his Commander.

Would soon find his screen flash and the numbers now at a outrageous proportion. "Who ever is pulling the strings is a fool and psychopath..' he thought to himself, and quickly relayed new orders. "Ditch previous plan, fall back, and regroup at coordinates Kilo23...leave the surprises and change detonations to a time limit of 2 minutes 30 seconds..." The other Spartans quickly applied their commands and hauled a** backwards. "We need a Tac Nuke to deal with these.." He murmured to himself, and to their dismay they were not issued one for this mission.

Alex grinned as the coms startled alive once again, now things were looking up for him and his team. "Rodger..." He said into the com, and marked NAV points for his soldiers on the Com position, and they would follow that point and be there in a matter of minutes. Soon they were running together at maximum sprint, looking to his motion detector which was a sea of red with only a meager few green friendly dots. They entered their fall back at Kilo 2-3 , and moved to the loaded hog. "Christmas already sir?" Spartan 232 would ask, and eye over the bags loaded with surprises, only to have the area behind them erupt in the sounds of roars of pain, and explosions..the C-7 had went off, using the trees to create large Fragmentation grenades..next stop..some 500 meters..the Lotus mines. "Sir..2 minutes til covenant forces are on us.." He reported and popped a new clip into his Battle Rifle.