<em>"Sierra three three four, this is Sierra oh one six one. We are about to engage the Covenant on the roof top of the TechCo R and D Center. What is your situation? Over."</em><br/><br/>Another Spartan, male by the sound of the voice though the message ws pretty broken up so it made it difficult to tell. It didn't matter either way. A Spartan is a Spartan.<br/><br/><br/><em>"Repeat, this is Sierra zero one six one to Sierra three three four. We are on the roof top of the TechCo R and D center. Over"</em><br/><br/>The signal had actually strengthened, the pack on his back really did work. "Sierra zero-one-six-one this is three-three-four, I read you loud and clear, I've got you marked, I am ten blocks away. I say again, ten blocks. Status is on the move over."<br/><br/>Turning, Patric broke into a steady run, his baggage bouncing only once. The streets were a disaster, the buildings worse. Turning a corner, the street ahead too broken up and clogged to maneuver through, the street he turned onto was clear. Reaching the next corner, Patric was able to quickly regain the proper direction. There was however, a minor set back.<br/><br/>A dozen grunts, a handful of jackals and three elites were patrolling, right in his direction. Without hesitation Patric's battle rifle snapped up, leveling off nearly instantaneously. Several quick pulls of the trigger saw two shocked Jackals and two grunt's go down, jerking back as the bullets slammed through them.<br/><br/>The rest got over their shock quickly as Patric continued to run forward, putting down grunt after grunt, the three bullet bursts getting at least one bullet into the head, the rest of the bullets hitting awfully close to others. The remaining two Jackals were hiding behind their shields, one stuck out it's arm, Patric's rifle zero'd in, a burst emitting from the barrel,, three bullets flying through the air, slamming into the plasma pistol, causing the birdlike alien to squak and pull back, dropping the now damaged weapon. It's head momentarily raising above the shield, a burst flying from the rifle killed the alien, two of the three bullets hitting shield, the third bullet slamming into the top of it's head, jerking it up and back, slamming the back of it's head into the ground. By now Patric was too close to fire effectively and jumped. Most of the grunts were either dead or dieing, the rest cowering as the Elites moved behind cover.<br/><br/>Easily clearing the shield, Patric landed on a very surprised Jackal, purple blood and flesh bursting around him as he continued his run as if the jackal wasn't there. A single elite stood in his way, the other two having chosen cover further to the sides. The single Elite roared it's defiance at patric, raising it's plasma rifle to fire. Patric jumped slightly, his feet raising inches above the ground, angling himself jsut so, Patric his the grond sliding, his battle rifle leveled on the Elite. As he passed through the stunned Elite's legs, Patric jabbed his battle rifle straight up, slamming the barrel between the Elite's legs, causing it to jump, spasm and give a shocked, insulted sound before Patric pulled the trigger, the bullets ripping through the Elite's flesh, the barrel past it's shield.<br/><br/>Rolling from the slide, Patric continues his steady run, leaving two very stunned Elites behind. He'd have stuck around to finish them but he was carrying too much to have effectively taken the entire patrol out, as it was Patric was pleasantly surprised his gambit had paid off so well.<br/><br/>Checking his radar quickly showed he was just three blocks from the building. Stopping for a moment, Patric looked around. There were no surprises for him here and the two elites seemed to have refused to give chase. Good he didn't need to deal with them just yet. adjusting the duffel bag just so, Patric's right hand grabbed one of the bags he had filled with grenades then continued at a slow jog. He could hear the covenant ahead, from the sounds they were entering the back of the building as well.<br/><br/>As he grew nearer Patric knelt then slowly moved forward to stop at the corner of a building. For all that he was out in the open, not even bothering to press against the building, the white armored spartan went unnoticed by the covenant entering the building, leaving him with an unobstructed view.<br/><br/>Exchanging the nearly exhausted mag of his battle rifle for a fresh one Patric stood, pulled back his right arm, leaning back with it, turning ever so slightly, then throwing his arm forward, putting his body into the throw, the bag of grenades flying at break neck speeds. His battle rifle snapped up, his finger pulling back, three bullets zipping after the bag as it slammed into the back of the neck of an unsuspecting brute in a small group of others. The brute had just started to jerk forward when the bullets slammed into the bag, igniting the grenade within. The resultant explosion, a mix of four fragmentation grenades, was flashy and loud, bits of brute flying out, an Elite receiving a bloody arm full in the face, knocking him down, mandibles broken and bloody.<br/><br/>Before the rest of the covenant could figure out what was going on Patric had already thrown a second bag, this time at a pair of hunters, the bag detonating between them, shrapnel bouncing harmlessly off their armor but slicing deep into the slithering slimy colonies that mde up the bodies of the hunters. Knees buckling both hunters went down.<br/><br/>The rest of the covenant were in chaos, grunts running in stark terror or otherwise fainting from extreme fear, Jackals swinging plasma pistols and beam rifles this way and that, the few brutes and elites left were disorganized, the brutes clearly thinking it was some trick of the elites, the elites too busy to care.<br/><br/>Pretty soon a small frenzy occurred right before Patric's eyes. He had never imagined he could cause so much damage with so little effort. Standing now, Patric focussed on the brutes who were more numerous, the more furious. This seemed to infuriate the brutes even further, tricking themselves into thinking they saw a blue bolt of plasma hit their comrades, the Elites already fighting back had no way to explain it wasn't them.<br/><br/>Three minutes was all it took for Patric to lazily pick off the more numerous at his leisure and let the covenant butcher themselves and leave themselves with only one wounded Elite which Patric put down quickly, the last burst of his mag exploding through his skull.<br/><br/>Exchanging the emptied mag with a fresh one, he transmitted to the other spartan. "Front entrance of the TechCo building cleared, status unarmed. Hold tight I am moving to your position, I say gain; Front entrance of TechCo clear and am coming up. Over."