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The Chief fired two bursts directly over Polaski's head. His first shots struck the Elite in the middle of the corridor. His sec?ond burst hit the Elite standing rear guard. The alien warriors hadn't activated their shields, and 7.62mm rounds punctured their armor. The pair of Elites dropped to the deck.
Their comrades on either side of the door howled and at?tacked. The whine of plasma rifle fire echoed through the bay as blue-white energy bolts crashed into the Chief's own shields.
His shield dropped away, and the insistent drone of a warning indicator pulsed in his helmet. His vision clouded from the flare of energy weapon discharges, and he struggled to draw a bead on the Elite in front of Polaski. It was no good—he had no clear shot.
The Elite drew a plasma pistol. Polaski drew her own sidearm.
She was faster—or luckier. Her pistol cleared its holster; she snapped it up and fired. The pistol boomed as a shot took the Elite right in the center of its elongated helmet.
The Elite's own shot went wide and seared into the deck be?hind Polaski.
Polaski emptied her clip into the alien's face. A pair of rounds rocked the alien back. Its shields faded, and the remain?ing rounds tore through armor and bone.
It fell on its back, twitched twice, and died.
Johnson and Locklear unleashed a hellish crossfire into the corridor and made short work of the remaining Elites as Polaski hugged the deckplates.
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"Now that's what I'm talkin' about," Johnson crowed. "An honest-to-God turkey shoot."
Ten meters down the passage a dozen more Elites rounded a corner.
"Uh-oh," Locklear muttered.
"Sergeant," the Chief barked. "Door control!" John moved to Polaski's position in two quick strides, grabbed her by her collar, and dragged her out of the line of fire. Plasma bolts singed the air where she'd been.
He dropped her, primed a grenade, and tossed it toward the rushing Elites.
The Sergeant fired his assault rife at the door controls; they exploded in a shower of sparks, and the doors slammed shut.
A dull thump echoed behind the thick metal, then an eerie si?lence descended on the bay. Polaski struggled to her feet and fed a fresh clip into her pistol. Her hands shook.
"Cortana," the Chief said. "We need an alternate route to the bridge."
A blue arrow flashed on his heads-up display. The Chief turned and spotted a hatch to his right. He pointed to the hatch and signaled his team to move, then ran to the hatch and touched the control panel.
The small door slid open to reveal a narrow corridor beyond, snaking into the darkness.
He didn't like it. The corridor was too dark and too narrow—a perfect place for an ambush. He briefly considered heading back to the primary bay door, but abandoned that idea. Smoke and sparks poured from the door seams as the Covenant forces on the other side tried to burn their way through.
The Chief clicked on his low-light vision filters, and the dark?ness washed away into a grainy flood of fluorescent green. No contacts.