"This is Pelican Echo Four One Nine to Fire Base Delta," Private Clytemnestra Li repeated for what must have been a hundredth time, "Repeat.  Echo four one nine to Fire Base Delta.  Requesting instruction."<br/><br/>She was answered only with static.  Even with the power of the Pelican's boosted radio she couldn't make contact.  The Covenant's jammers were wreaking havoc with all long range communication.  Tossing the microphone away from her, the microphone arced wildly, swinging and bouncing at the end of its curled cable.  The half Chinese girl sighed and stared out the canopy at the bleak sky.<br/><br/>Clytemnestra and her partner, along with Pelican Echo-419 had originally been scheduled to partake in the destruction of the Covenant cruiser formerly hanging over New York.  That was now a bust.  The ODSTs and Spartans were supposed to disable the docking bay force fields and then Clytemnestra was going to fly inside and deliver to them an atomic bomb.  The theory was that an explosion of significant magnitude could cause collapse of the slip space envelope and, given the Covenant's superior handling in slipspace, cause a cascade reaction that could destroy an entire fleet.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, all that meant was that Clytemnestra was now trapped atop a skyscraper with an atomic bomb, a collection of high power weapons meant to hold a position aboard a covenant cruiser and nowhere to deliver it.<br/><br/>"Well Chuckles," she said as she leaned back in her chair, "I have no idea what to do now."