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From the comotion, the control pannel by Generator 3 started to beep.

"Reactor room, this is Captain Brennan, I need someone on this COM. Over"

"******** it."
Lipton had nothing else to say. He was still at least ten kilometers from Belfast base, his legs were aching and his back was killing him. He wasn't in bad shape, but jogging ten klicks in full combat gear wasn't exactly his idea of a good way to get into combat. He fell back on the ground and unlatched his helmet. He laughed to himself as the Covenant continued their advance ten kilometers from his position. He couldn't see them, but the glow produced from the firefight was clearly lit on the horizon. He fumbled for the IR beacon in his pack and latched it to his armor. He went back into his pack and pulled out a Fruity-Oaty bar from one of the two MREs he had on him. The Fruity-Oaty bars weren't standard issue, but being a Major had its privileges. He often kept non-regulation snacks around just in case. The IR Beacon would send out his location to any friendly UNSC personnel. Hopefully someone would pick him up before the Covenant found him. He only had enough ammunition to take on a platoon. Of course, with their weapons he could last for a while.

Michael glanced up at the Spartan knowing he was receiving the transmission as well. The warrior in black clad armor gripped his MA5C slightly tighter than before, ready for any option including a plan C. The LTC spoke, "Captain, we're going with option two. Which direction are they heading?"

"Roger that, over and out." Michael looked up at the SPARTAN and he was already moving to the door that they had originally come through. Michael was right behind him, but when he got to the door he noticed that the SPARTAN was closing it, but rather trying to shove a tall piece of machinery in front of the door way. Michael stopped and stepped to the side, "what's that for?" The SPARTAN nodded his head towards the other one opposite the piece that had been pushed over, "it's for cover." The light bulb in Michael's head flashed on and he moved to the machine, stepping behind it in between it and the wall. He placed a foot against the wall and his back to the machine and began to push; that was when he heard the first of the foot steps. A high pitched bark came from the door way as the machine tipped over, and a crunching sound came in return instead of a crashing metal noise. Blue blood oozed from underneath as plasma shots were fired at the Spartan and the LTC. They took cover and would pop up every other plasma shot to fire a few rounds in the advancing covenant.

"Lay down heavy suppressing fire!" barked the LTC into his COM. The SPARTAN propped himself up on his elbows like Michael and they both sprayed the Covenant threat with a shower of bullets, each one hit some kind of body matter. They just needed to buy some time.

Michael fired his MA5C until it click out of ammo, but right when he was about to reload he saw his contact fall through the shafts. Michael jumped over the barricade, grabbed the soldier and hauled a** back. Leito, the Spartan gave him the best cover he could have asked for because not one plasma bolt made it to him as he hauled the soldier over the barricade and down into cover.

"Hell" replied the LTC while he reloaded his MA5C with another clip of ammunition, "just do what you're going to do so we can all get the hell out of here." Michael nodded his head to the Captain and propped himself up on the barricade to begin fending off the covenant once more.

"You got it Captain" he said before turning to the Spartan. "Suppressing fire!" he barked as he reached for his belt to grab a grenade. He set down his weapon for a second and primed the frag. before sending it flying into the mass amounts of covenant. "I need another machine to block this door!" he yelled to the Spartan as the frag went off and blue blood flew everywhere. Some of it landed on the Spartan and some on the Lieutenant but most of it painted the walls. The Spartan nodded his head, turning to grab the next machine over. He slapped the MA5C onto his back, bent down and picked up the damn thing; it was amazing the stuff a Spartan could pick up. He stepped over to the door where Michael was emptying his second to last clip and spoke [in his bad a** voice], "excuse me, sir." Michael dodged out of the way as Leito set the machine down blocking the entire entrance.