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- Fred, Grace, and Anton turned and fired three-round bursts straight up as a team of Elites tried to descend on their position. The Elites fell, spattering purple blood across the tiled floor.
- "Let's not be rude," Admiral Whitcomb barked. "Welcome our guests, Master Chief!"
- "Perimeter fire," the Master Chief ordered. "Keep it tight. Dispersion pattern Delta. Go!"
- The Spartans simultaneously stepped into a semicircle, assault rifles pointed outward. In unison they thumbed their weapons' safeties and opened fire. Right behind them Locklear, Johnson,
- Haverson, and the Admiral took up position inside the circle. They primed and threw grenades.
- John paused and turned his attention to Kelly. He hauled her limp body off the floor and draped her over his shoulder. The Covenant forces hit the ground and edged closer, but they didn't return fire. Dozens of Elites dropped as armor-piercing rounds peppered their armor and frag grenades deto-
- nated with thunderous force. The Jackals who followed their masters on the ropes landed in the middle of the carnage, maneuvered in front of the Elites, and overlapped energy shields.
- It was typical Elite bravado-they had to be the first into the battle. . . even if that meant they'd die for that honor. The Chief had no problem satisfying their honor. He slapped
- a fresh clip into his rifle and continued firing.-Chpt.22 pg.245
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