Lance was barely out of the pod when a clutch of grunts had the unfortunate displeasure of stumbling across him.    With quick efficiency, the twin plasma rifles tore into the surprised Covenant unit.  The staccato sound of energy rifle fire drowned out any cries of pain, silence settling as quickly as it was broached.<br/><br/>"Contact."   Spartan-132 called over the radio, his NAV beacon flashing three times before winking out.   As he waited for the others to converge, he simply watched and waited.   Any other Covenant troops would likewise be put down in short order.