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Precious Cargo - Chapter 15 - Anger Management
« on: November 29, 2009, 09:10:32 PM »
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Chapter 15 - Anger Management


Immediately, the surprise wore off and the Hunters ducked their heads behind their armor.  The familiar green glow began to emanate from each of their weapons.  The Spartan quickly stepped backward and fell directly down behind the device.  Ducking down, the Spartan braced himself as the explosions rocked from the device and walls behind him.  The concussion from the other side of his safe haven caused him to drop a hand down to catch himself from being knocked over.  

Shaking his head at the noise and the feeling of the blast wave that flowed through his body, the Spartan stood up to look over the device and said, “Oh come on.  All four of you missed little ole me.  Please…”

More green glows began to grow as the Spartan again ducked behind the device.  This time all four rounds hit the machine square on, knocking the Spartan a couple of meters back and almost through the doorway.  Fearing the device could take no more, the Spartan again stood up.  “Nope, still here.  You know, I wouldn’t shoot off those things too much more in there.  Some of this Forerunner stuff is pretty delicate.”  

As he saw more glows begin to form from beyond the device, the Spartan turned and ran to the ramp and scrambled up a couple of meters.  The next volley was more than the device could handle.  The explosion blew into the hallway and caused the Spartan to fly the rest of the way up the ramp.  Landing at the top, shield alarms wailing, the Spartan picked himself up and looked down the ramp.  

The familiar sound was much quicker now and more numerous.  The Hunters armor chimed against itself like muted cymbals being beaten by sticks of broken bamboo.  ‘Clack-clack-clack-clack-clack’.  “Ok, that should get them out of your way for long enough.  Good luck, Elite.  If four Hunters are guarding something, you are going to need it”, the Spartan said to himself.

The first Hunter turned the corner at the base of the ramp and began to charge its weapon as it saw the Spartan.  The Spartan already prepared, quickly rolled a Frag Grenade down toward it and immediately followed with a spray of bullets from his Assault Rifle.  The Hunter’s armor caused the bullets to bounce off harmlessly but the distraction was enough to hide the sound of the grenade until it had traveled to its destination.  

The grenade bounced behind the first Hunter and detonated between it and the second Hunter as it approached the ramp.  The first Hunter was pushed forward and its weapon fired up and exploded on the ceiling of the ramp near the Spartan.  The Spartan dove and rolled to the left narrowly missing the blast as his shields signaled that they had recharged.  Standing and quickly running back toward the ramp, the Spartan grabbed a Spike Grenade and dove across the entrance.  Leaping high, the Spartan saw the orange blood splattered across the ramp.  

The first Hunter was damaged but not enough.  It was in a kneeling position supporting itself with its hands and preparing to get back on its feet.  The second Hunter had come up to the first but was barely harmed from the grenade as its armor had taken the brunt of the blast.  

As the Spartan dove by, both Hunters looked up at the figure flying from their right to their left.  The standing hunter on the Spartan’s right still covering his orange skin with his armor while the damaged Hunter craned his neck upward from its downed position to see the sight.  

The Spartan took aim and flung the spiked grenade toward the first Hunter.  The spikes of the grenade stabbed into the Hunter’s face as it let out a scream.  The second Hunter yelled a low growl as it went for the grenade.  The Spartan fell to the side of the entrance and rolled out of sight of the two as the grenade exploded.  Orange blood splattered on the ground in front of the Spartan as the second Hunter howled.

Quickly running back to the entrance the Spartan saw the last two Hunters rushing into the ramp’s hallway stopping to look at the sight.  The first Hunter was blown toward the back of the ramp, headless.  Orange tentacle like strands of its being were strewn all over the walls and ceiling.  

The Spartan stood there looking at the sight.  The second Hunter turned to the Spartan and yelled.  It began to run up the ramp as the other two watched.  The Hunter did not charge its weapon, wanting to crush the Spartan with its own body.  

The Spartan knew that four Hunters were dangerous.  But he knew that three Hunters with one bent on revenge for the death of its mate, was more so.



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