Halo Flood 11

There were no blips on his threat detector, until he topped the rise and paused to examine the terrain ahead. A telltale red dot popped onto his HUD. The Master Chief eased his way forward, waiting for the moment of contact. Then he saw movement as hunched bodies dashed from one scrap of cover to the next. There were four of them, including a blue-armored Elite.

The Elite charged recklessly forward, firing as he came. He'd engaged such Elites before-there was some significance to the aliens' armor colors-and they always fought with reckless abandon. A thin smile touched the Master Chief's lips. He maneuvered around the Elite's shots, spun, and then returned fire. The Elite's advance stalled, and the Grunts began to fall back toward a stand of trees.

His threat indicator sounded a warning and a red arrow pointed to the right. The Master Chief drew and primed an M9 HE-DP grenade. He turned just in time to see another Elite-this one in the more senior, scarlet-colored armor-charge
him. The grenade was already in hand, and the dis-
tance to the target was sufficient, so the soldier let the M9 fly.

The grenade detonated with a loud whump! and
tossed the enemy soldier into the air, while stripping a nearby tree of half its branches.
The Elite was close now, and roared a battle cry. The alien hosed the Master Chief with plasma fire. His shields dropped precipitously. The Spartan backed away, fired his assault rifle in
short controlled bursts, and finally managed to knock the remaining Elite off his feet.

With their leader down, the Grunts broke ranks and
began to scamper away.-Chpt2 pg.61