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=My fic= '''SPARTAN 016 MISSION CLOCK: 17:40, 2544. NEW LESESPI, MIRIDEM'''

A lone warrior, bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun over the planet Miridem, crept down a ravaged street in New Lesespi. Less than 24 hours ago a fanatical alien race known as the Covenant had invaded the planet. This warrior was not an ordinary soldier, Shelia was a Spartan II and she was on the hunt. She wasn’t hunting the Covenant, she was hunting for survivors. All she had found was the dead and dieing. “FLEETCOM, this is Spartan 016. I have searched the city of New Lesespi and have found no survivors, I repeat zero survivors.”

A burst of static burst over the com then it crackled to life. “Roger 016. You have clearance to use a HAVOK nuclear bomb. It will be dropped off and its location and detonation codes will be uploaded to your HUD. FLEETCOM out.”

She knew what had to be done. The city was the Covenant staging ground for the attack on the planet. That nuke would render the city an uninhabited crater, free of alien life. A blip appeared on her TACMAP, along with a ten character alpha-numeric code for the bomb. As the shadows lengthened the lone warrior set off once more. Several minutes into her trek red dots appeared on her motion tracker. Like a cannon ball through paper, a half ton of flesh and armor smashed through the glass window of a near by store. A small squad of stout Grunts waddled past Shelia’s hiding place. They were followed closely by their Sangheili commander, dragging a human boy. The Sangheili, or Elites as they were known to humans, wear different color armor to show rank. This particular Elite wore white armor, that of a high ranking spec ops member. Another Elite, this one clad in the gold armor of a zealot strode forward to meet them. The spec ops Elite bowed.

“Ship Master, I have found the vermin.”

“Is this the child that killed my field commander?”

“It is my lord.”

“Then explain to me why it still breathes.”

“I assumed that you would like to dispatch this one.”

“You would assume correct.” Then the Zealot added, “Field Master Adairimee.”

“Thank you my lord.”

“Thank me with kills not words.”

The Zealot looked into the shining green eyes of the boy. Shelia assumed he could not be any older than four. And the fact he had killed an Elite, that impressed her.

“What have you to say vermin?” The Zealot asked the boy. The child’s response was simple, he spit it its face.

“You are brave, but you and your pathetic race shall die.” It grabbed its Energy Sword and activated it.

“You’re not killing this boy.” Shelia whispered.

The Elite zealot raised its sword into the air. Then a blue orb flew out of a shattered window and connected with the Zealot’s helment. Surprised the Elite staggered back and tossed his helmet back- right into the Grunt ranks. The orb detonated. The blue, gray skin of the aliens head was now exposed.

“Gotcha.” Sheila mumbled as she squeezed the trigger of her BR55.

Three brass rounds buried themselves deep into the Zealots skull, coating the boy in a mist of purple blood. 016 emerged from her hiding place, rolled and plucked the Zealot’s sword from its descent. She aimed and threw. The blade of plasma shot towards the startled spec ops Elite. It screamed in pain as the sword disappeared into its armor and torso, and then reappearing out its back. Its bloody corpse dropped to the ground.

Shelia looked around a carbine was missing, and so was the boy. He couldn’t have gone too far she thought. Then she noticed the gleam of a purple Covenant metal inside of a window. Swiftly and silently she leaped into a window on the second story of that building. She left the room she landed in and strode into the hallway, then looked around. She turned towards the stairs and crept down them. She rounded the corner to see the boy with golden brown hair and covered in Elite blood, peeking out the window.

“What are you looking for?” Shelia asked.

Alarmed the boy turned and fired the gun. The shot whizzed past the Spartan’s head, a clean miss.

“I think you’ve had enough fun with guns today.” Shelia said as she took the carbine from him. “Now you’re coming with me, we have to leave before more aliens show up.”

“I ain't going with you, you Covenant freak.”

“I’m not a Covenant; I’m a person, like you.” Shelia protested.

“No you aren’t.”

“See I am.” She said as she took off her helmet. “My name’s Shelia. Now what’s’ yours?”

The boy stretched out his hand and said, “I’m Adam.”

Shelia gingerly took has hand and shook it.

“I have to get you out of the city.”

“No, I’m staying. Those aliens killed all my friends.” A lone tear welled up in his right eye. “Now I’m going to kill all the Covenant.”

“You will have time for revenge later, but now we must leave.”

“FLEETCOM, this is Spartan 016. I have found a survivor. Requesting extraction immediately.”

“Move to the location of the nuke. We can extract your survivor there.”

Shelia frowned. The boy was a snag. He couldn’t fight, so she had to protect him.

“Ok Adam, we have to go to this spot. Follow close and tell me if you see anything.”

“Sure. Do I get a gun?”

“No; now let’s go.’

Spartan 016 peaked around the building. Nothing but the small fires and the few working street lights that illumined the city in the darkness of night. Shelia crouched and slowly crept down the street. Several minutes later the Spartan spotted the harsh blue and gold lights of Jackal energy shields, the light casting shadows on their vulture like skulls.

“Adam hide in that building until I tell you otherwise.” Shelia ordered. Adam ran and ducked under an abandoned car. Shelia looked into the scope of her BR55 and centered the crosshairs on the lead Jackal’s forehead. She fired. The light of the muzzle flash lit up the armored warrior. A blue-white spear of energy lanced down from a building and narrowly missed Shelia’s head. A sniper. 016 activated the thermal vision on her HUD. On the seventh floor of the building directly behind the Jackal’s position, she saw the heat signature of an over-heated Beam Rifle and its owner, another Jackal. A mixture of blood, bone, and brains spattered on the wall as Shelia’s shots found their mark. Its lifeless corpse fell form the window and splattered in front of the birdlike aliens on the street. Horrified they turned and fled. Their retreat was cut short in a hail of lead as bullets tore into their unprotected backs. A low droning wine started in the west.

“Get in the building now!”

Adam scurried into the nearest building. Shelia melted into the shadows. A trio of Covenant Banshees screamed over the street, nimbly darting between the high rises. The anti-grav pods on the end of their stubby wings bathed the street in an eerie blue light. The light and whine slowly faded.

“We’re going now.”

The two humans left the main streets and moved into the shadows of the alleys.

“Um, Shelia. Does the alien swords float?”

“No, why?”

“There’s one floating behind us.”

Shelia turned to see a blade quickly approaching. 016 sprinted towards it and jumped. Her body seemed to hit an invisible wall. There was a growl followed by a sharp crack. An Elite bloodied and startled seemed to appear from thin air, as its active camouflage failed. Shelia slammed her boot into the shin of the creature. It fell. The Spartan rolled on top of the Elite and she locked her armored gauntlets around its throat.

Fire burned the alien’s yellow- green eyes. With its last breath it growled, “You may have beaten me demon but you victory will be short lived.” The fire in its eyes faded and its struggling ceased.

Shelia accessed the TACMAP on her helmet’s HUD. There was one more mile to go until they reached the extraction point. She snaked a fiber optic probe around the corner of a near by warehouse. The city was a ghost town. Nothing moved. The large bloated whale outline of a Covenant capital ship descended over the city. Another snag.

“Do you see that Adam?”

“Yes.”

“You know what that is?”

“No.”

“That is trouble. There’s about another mile until I can get you off this planet. So I’m going to carry you.”

Shelia carefully picked the boy up, holding him in one arm and wielding an SMG with the other. The Spartan took off at a jog but quickly accelerated to her full speed. Far down the road the stout outlines of Grunts waddled out, followed by several Jackals. The SMG spat bullets. Grunts fell and the Jackals cowered behind their glowing energy shields. 016 tossed the empty gun to the ground, grabbed a frag grenade, primed it, and lobbed it. Seconds later there was a flash behind the Jackal’s shields. Chunks of meat rained down on the cold pavement.

“Spartan 016 at the extraction point.”

“Copy that, Tango 35 is inbound.”

Seconds later the roar of Tango 35’s engines echoed throughout the warehouses. Then the blocky Pelican class drop ship screamed through the air. Her engines flared and she gently landed.

“Well this is goodbye Adam. I hope to see you up on the Pinnacle.”

The marine onboard pulled the boy into the troop bay and strapped him in. The hatch closed. Her engines flared once more and Spartan 016 watched Tango 35 rocket into the inky blackness of space, never to see the boy again.