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Lost in Transit
Protagonist Kodey Abel
Elizabeth Torres
Author KingOfYou115
Date Published 18 June 2017
Length 886 words
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Lost in Transit is a short story involving Archangel Kodey Abel and Guardian Angel Elizabeth "Ella" Torres as they attack a UNSC transport flatbed on the glassed colony of Crest.


September 3, 2554 (UNSC Military Calendar)

Location: Outskirts of Site Matthews, Crest

"I see it," came the female voice over Abel's radio. "A twin-cab trailer, flatbed. Two enclosed hogs for escort, both in front."

"Armament?"

"Can't tell. Too far away."

"But you're sure it's it?"

"Definitely."

"Well then, Ella, get back down here."

The black and red suit of armor quickly descended down to the surface, catching herself half a meter off the ground with her jump jet. Abel was impressed by how much Ella had learned in the last few months, being almost as skilled with the jetpack as he and the rest of the Archangels.

"If all goes to plan," Abel began, "that drive should be right here in two minutes." The Archangel pointed at the ground below him, a crudely cut-away path in the crystal-clear glass. The path was barely two lanes wide, just wide enough for the transport and its convoy.

"If we wait for it to pass, the hogs will be in front of the transport and wouldn't be able to hit us."

"Exactly. Now, hide. Don't let those hogs spot you or this mission might as well be a failure." The two Angels crouched behind large mounds of glass on either side of the road. Abel checked his fuel level.

Yellow, almost in the red. I can make that work.

"Ella, hold until I give the word," the Archangel spoke into his radio.

Before the Guardian Angel could respond, the two crimson warthogs passed between them in a rush. Both were armed with chainguns, but neither spotted the Angels.

Within two seconds, the trailer had also passed by. Due to the shear size of the slipspace drive, the trailer was a double wide, being pulled by two adjacent cabs to get the horsepower necessary to move. Although it was a risky process, having two separate drivers in charge of the safety of a catastrophically dangerous piece of cargo, the drivers were used to driving in parallel.

The cargo's soon-to-be hijackers weren't.

"Go."

The two jetpackers shot up into the air, clearly visible in the the drivers' rear view mirrors. The twin-cab took less than a second to accelerate rapidly, almost ramming into the back of their armed escorts. The two Angels thrusted forward in unison, gaining lost ground on the trailer.

"That drive is too heavy for them," Ella spoke over the radio. "Perhaps we should lighten their load? Do them a favor?"

"We need a means to transport the drive as well. I'll take the left cab. You get the right."

The path started to widen, and Abel could see the hogs starting to shift over to get a shot on the Angels. He fired two bursts of his battle rifle at the rear tire of the hog, only to find out that they were bulletproof.

"Ella, the hogs!"

"I see 'em."

"Get on the trailer, use the drive as cover. They wouldn't risk firing at it and creating a brand new crater." Abel rocketed forward at full blast, draining the hydrogen at an alarming rate. Ella got to the trailer before him, setting foot on the metal bed with a perfect textbook landing.

Abel attempted to do the same, but the trucks accelerated just as he cut the burn. He managed to catch himself before he face-planted into the glass. He checked his fuel again, which was nearly depleted.

"Running low on 'H!'" Abel announced over the short-range.

"You never were good with conserving gas." Ella replied as she opened fire on one of the hogs. The other hog proceeded to fire in Abel's general direction, but failed to get remotely close to hitting him.

"Who trained these gunners?"

"No one really. They're private security, not armed forces. Makes our job easier."

Abel attempted to land on the trailer one last time, but his fuel cut out just before his feet were over the bed. The man fell, but managed to grab hold of a anchor point on the bed. He pulled himself up and onto the trailer, where Ella was still hard at work taking out the gunner of the first hog.

The Archangel crouched behind the drive just as Ella hit her side's gunner, causing him to fall out of the hog. Abel quickly neutralized his side's threat with a burst into the gunner's exposed face.

Both hogs braked, allowing the twin-cab to pass them and continue down the narrowing path.

"Stick to the plan, Ella."

The medic nodded. Her jetpack's thrusters popped out from their closed state and ignited. As Abel reloaded his rifle, Ella launched herself passed the drive and to her cab's passenger-side door.

No fuel, no jetpack.

Abel grabbed of one of the many handholds on the drive, testing its strength. Satisfied, he stepped off of the bed, hanging over the side by the drive. He reached up, grabbing another ledge closer to the cab.

"Abel, we've got trouble." It was Ella, of course. "Some uninvited guests ahead."

Abel glanced towards the front of the truck. Three UNSC warthogs were forming a roadblock on the horizon.

He could feel the truck begin to decelerate.

"Banks is gonna hate me for this, but we're aborting the mission. Point-Five Industries security is one thing, but the UNSC is on a completely different playing field."

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