“The nearest one’s about six klicks out,” she said. “Substantial number of hostiles between us and it, but if we keep moving, we should be able to handle them.”
	The Master Chief turned us in the direction that Linda was pointing. “The important thing is to make sure we don’t get hung up in one place for too long,” he said.
	“Right,” said Vale. “We do that, and the Forerunner soldiers will pile on us and wear us down until we’re dead.”
	“Better keep moving, then,” Locke said as he trotted alongside John. “What kind of craft is it we’re heading for? Got enough room for all of us?”
	“It’s a Pelican,” Linda responded. “Looks like the original occupants are all dead.”
	“Anyone else laying a claim to it?” John asked.
	Linda’s rifle cracked out three times in rapid succession. “Not anymore.”
	“Remind me never to piss her off,” I said as I double-timed it to keep up with Locke and the Master Chief.
	“If we have to, it’ll be too late,” Kelly said with a low chuckle.

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