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- You seem to have the situation under control,” Cortana said, “I’m going to spend a few cycles and check something out.”
- “Permission granted,” he said.
- “I didn’t ask, Master Chief,” she replied.
- The cool liquid presence in his mind withdrew. The Master Chief felt empty somehow. He ran through the razor fields, snapping through steel wire as if it were rotten string. Cortana’s coolness once again flooded his thoughts.
- “I just accessed SATCOM,” she said. “I’m using one of their satellites so I can get a better look at what’s happening down here. There’s a SkyHawk jump jet from Fairchild Field inbound.”
- He stopped. The automatic cannons were one thing—could the armor withstand against air power like that? The SkyHawk had a quartet of 50mm cannons that made the chain-guns look like peashooters. They also had Scorpion missiles—designed to take out tanks.
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