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They bounced and jounced into the small ravine, and their tires slipped for a moment on the wet, slimey, blood-soaked mud. But again, the Grip-All tires caught again and they were off, again at more than 130kph: full speed. The ravine cut out much of his vision, but Dansmith could still make out the Banshee overwatch, and witnessed them shoot down a fully-loaded pelican. Bitches! he cussed, and grimaced as some of the pain-killer meds weakened during a particularly rough bout over some rocks.

Not in range yet, Dansmith! Another 5 kilometers should catch you up with the target!
"Sir! We need to get closer! ... Angel advises another five kilometers, sir!" He placed his BR55 down, and locked it in place near his right shin. He then grabbed the LTD and brought it to bear.
OUT OF RANGE displayed ever-so-helpfully on the tiny screen, so he sighed and set the tool back down in his lap.

"We can't, simply put, we are no Spartans, we are not an army, and we have no support. We lie Low until it leaves and then we check down there for anyone who is still alive." Warren said calmly. Many good men and women died, and he hated the fact he was powerless to do anything about it. The rumbling of the walls slowed down and then stopped all together. "It's clear, he got up and moved down the stairs. "Hurry up private"

He looked around and saw the the Anti-everything gun, the beam the wraith shot, warren had nicknamed it. The Anti-everything gone had destroyed the building, the men and women. "There all dead, any survivor's would have spoken up by now, Lets move. Will rendezvous with the rest of Able" Warren ran in the direction the Hog took off earlier, there was no way he would catch up on foot thou, and he knew it.

Warren had seen right earlier, and walked over to a downed Hornet. "That good enough for you private, now tell me you know how to fly one of these things" Warren said as he pushed the hornet back on it's right side, with all his strength.

He reloaded his rifle, making sure it was full and then grabbed onto the side of the Hornet. "We will give those guys on the ground some Air- support, I'm pretty sure they will love us after that" Warren joked seriously. "Fly Nick, fly"

"I'll leave it up to you, just make sure we catch up with the hog" Warren yelled back. Well Nick dealt with there current problem, Warren opened the COM channel up with Ashton, figuring he would be the less busy out of 3 of them. "Hey Ashton, you have air-support on the way, want to give me the details to your situation, over?"

Sergeant Dansmith's earpiece crackled and spit static into his ear, but through the white noise broke through the familiar Master Sergeant's voice.
"...-upport...pos-ion, o-er?..."
Churning the message over in his head real fast, Dansmith called up Angel.
Angel, instruct the Master Sergeant to get his lazy a** over here and drive off some Banshee's! As soon as we exit this ravine, we're toast!
Hang on, Sergeant... The Covenant have blocked most Bands.... searching.... Got one! She cried, jarring his head.

"Master Sergeant, do you read me? This is A.I. callsign Angel, and I've got a bit of good news for you. The LRV Warthog is currently traversing inside a ravine, whish is our only saving grace against the Covenant. The bad part of this is, when we exit this pass, we're all dead. And we won't reach the LTD-Range mark until half a kilometer after the ravine ends. Catching my drift, Master Sergeant Henry?

Take out those Covenant Air patrols, here's our location-- Angel placed a NAV marker over the Jeep, which traveled a lot smoother than the actual vehicle did as it moved through the ravine.

Seth slammed it into fourth, in the ravine, then back into third when the left, now again exposed.
"Five Kilometers?" The hog got rocked hard and felt suspended in the air for a moment. They were being hit by some Brutes, Seth glanced to the left and saw a long row of gold and blue armored brutes armed with Brute Launchers and throwing grenades. "KARR, TANGO KILOS TO OUR 8!" Seth swerved the hog slightly to avoid an onslaught of brute grenades.

Their hog was taking a beating, a warning light began flashing--Seth looked down and their temperature gauge was rising rapidly, "s**t..." He spat, "We're leaking coolant!" Seth glanced around them as the Hog kept barreling down the makeshift roadway, they were coming up on more hostiles--and to his horror, two Covenant Phantom Dropships. "That Pelican better get here quick!"