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*All of a sudden Shinta fell to the ground, blood oozing from his soulder into a pool of blood. There was a giant piece of metal in it.*

(got to go.. please don't let me die crying )

Sarah and John hopped into a Warthog and took off towards the place John had said they would head to first. Sarah explained along the way what she expected the security system to be like, and in turn John warned her to expect a extreme firewall protection for the controls of the Wraith.

Liz was running toward the Banshee when Shinta woke up. He started to babble on and on, so she yelled to him, "SHUT UP ALREADY!!!! YOU'RE NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!" She kept running to the Banshee.

"Sorry, but that is a few miles back behind us. You're just gonna have to ride on one of wings of the Banshee. Ok?" She asked him, partly meaning the last bit she said.

"First, since you agreed, you'll have to. Second, I have no clue, but they are gonna meet us at the first generator, so stop whining." Liz commanded.

"Not quite as....big....as I expected," Sarah murmured. "But still, that thing's huge." John nodded in agreement, and they looked out in the clearing, trying to come up with a plan.

In the clearing, there were two Elites sitting in the Wraith and somewhere along the lines of a dozen grunts surrounding it. They obviously hadn't heard it was over, and were still waiting. It also appeared that they prized the Wraith, due to the amount of guards.

"Ok, I've got an idea. If we go with it, it either works, or it doesn't," Sarah said before telling John her plan. John blinked.
"That's kinda....well.....it's got a 25% chance of working. But I don't have anything, so I guess it'll have to work."

The first Elite cocked its head as it heard the sound of a small firing, but it couldn't pinpoint where it was. Behind it, a grunt toppled silently to the ground. Two minutes later, another. Both had sniper bullets embeded in their alien skulls.

Sarah waited in silence as the two grunts toppled. The Elites hadn't heard it yet, thanks to her sniper gun. And they hadn't seen it either. Just then, John, who was a little ways to the side, motioned to her, and Sarah silently crawled over. John nodded and threw a rock out. Two of the grunts, having seen the rock, suddenly jerked up, alert. Sarah willed them to come investigate. They did, plasma guns up, ready to fire. Sarah took aim, and as they stepped closer, two more rounds came from her gun, and the pair of grunts dropped. Bullets in their ugly heads.

The Elite sat up, alert. It was sure it had heard something. It looked around, not seeing anything. Then it noticed the plasma gun that laid there on the ground, dropped by a dead grunt. The Elite gave a quick command, and the eight remaining grunts went to investigate.

Sarah cursed and John winced as they both saw the eight grunts approaching. It was not going as planned. Sarah sighed softly and aimed her sniper gun. For her to be able to hit each without fail, they'd have to be range. But then they'd be in range too. So she kept her gun steady and waited for them.
Three more grunts toppled as Sarah's and John's guns fired. Now the Elites were bound to know they were there. Sarah took aim, and fired again. A bullet zipped past a grunt's shoulder, making it hesitate. John took the oppertunity and fired, and the grunt fell. Four left. Sarah desprately wished she had a grenade as she fired again and a plasma beam scorched the clothing off her shoulder, it was so close. John's gun fired and another fell. Sarah took aim, fired, and it drilled into a grunt's shoulder. Sarah heard John stifle a cry of pain as a beam burned his skin as it whisked by. Sarah took aim once more- and found out her gun was out. Quickly she ducked down and grabbed her pistol, narrowly avoiding another shot of the plasma gun. She lifted her gun and shot the injured one full of holes. John took a breath, and fired his last shot. It struck home, imbeding itself into the last grunt's head.

The Elite watched from the Wraith as the fighting force it had for protection toppled, one by one. It figured the two earthlings were good marksmen to have done that. The Elite nodded to the other one, and the two stepped out of the Wraith, confident they could take out the two easily.

Meanwhile, John and Sarah were frantically reloading their guns with their last ammo.
"John. Go out and get one of the guns while I distract 'em."
"What? No!"
"Just...freakin...do..it."
John sighed and silently melted into the forest, leaving Sarah to fend for herself until he made it.

Sarah sighed and pulled out her sniper once more. She took aim, and fired. It pinged off the first Elite's chest. Elite One looked up, and took aim. She narrowly managed to duck as a plasma beam shot the tree behind her. The second Elite did the same, and Sarah knew she was in trouble.

John slowly made his way away, doing every possible precaution to avoid the Elites' attention. He moved closer to the forest fringe, out of the Elites' eyesight.

Sarah now knew all she could do was dodge. She didn't have time to fire, because the two Elites worked together. She ducked, and a now smoking tree began to collapse in front of her. She darted underneath it, and ran.

John edged out into the clearing, towards the nearest gun. After making sure they were focused on Sarah, he picked it up.

The second Elite was growing bored with the earthling's fleeing and turned, looking around. It saw the second person picking up the gun, and aiming. It turned to warn its partner but was too late, as a beam of plasma melted its armor and the soft alien flesh underneath. It crumpled to the ground, dead.

John nearly shouted in triumph but didn't as the first turned around to see its partner dead. He took aim, and the first was cut through. It quickly joined its partner, and John finally was able to shout.

Sarah looked up in time to see the Elites die. John had done it. Panting and out of breath, she walked past the dead and congratulated him. Together, the two got into the Wraith, quickly figuring out the controls. Five minutes later, the Wraith lifted off, its destination the first generator.

( You have armor on. There is no clothing on your shoulder. Just a heads up. Oh, and two people can fit into a Wraith, as long as both of them are not wearing armor. One of them can wear armor, but both of them can't. Another heads up.)

Liz ran toward her downed Banshee, and found it to be in great condition, the only problem was that about 30 Grunts, 10 Elites, and 4 Hunters were crowding around it. "Oh, fun." Liz said under her breath, as she set Shinta down, who replied with a grunt. "What do you think I should attack with? My chain gun, shotgun, sniper rifle, magnum revolvers, and/or AK-47, with grenades, of course." She asked Shinta.

"Ok, showoff. You go first, and you get to drive the Banshee, While I walk. But don't worry, if you're in trouble, I'll help you, but not before, ok?" Liz replied, readying one of the plasma grenades that she picked up from the earlier assault.