User:K4/Chronicle 3: Drone

 Part 3 of the Chronicle saga, a collection of short stories regarding K4's characters. 

SPARTAN-126's boots slowly clacked on the metal grate. He slid forth, shrouded by the shadow of the cargo container. It sat there, buzzing it's wings, the giant insect. A Yanme'e. Flanking it, two fuzz-minded Unggoy paddled about. Behind his polarised visor, he smiled. This was too easy. Without sound, he stepped out from behind the container, and fired. His rifle whispered it's 9.5x40mm X-SAP rounds into his enemies heads. All three fell, all three dead.

Score.

He moved on, the warehouse dead quiet. Another group, this time Kig-Yar, trotted about, not even bothering to keep their squawking voices down. Another SWAT turn and they all fell.

Chalk another 3 up on the board.

A distant clang gripped his attention and he shuffled, covered by a mobile dumpster. Using his fiber-optic probe, he spied 5 Sangheili casually walking in the warehouse's front gate. Right into the collapsed bodies of the Drone and Grunts.

''Shit. I didn't wanna have to do this.''

He quickly swaped his BR's magazine for a fully loaded one, screwed off the suppressor and swithced the fire selector to Burst.

Well, if it works, theres another five.