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"Well, there's your ground," Sergeant Johnson said. "On this 'elephant'thing."
Will got up and walked over to the data pad. "It fits with the timetable. This station is on the way to Earth."
Fred offered, "We can drop out of Slipspace in a smaller craft. Go in and—"
"And do what you Spartans do best," Locklear said. "Infil-
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trate, kill, and blow shit up. If there's room in this operation for an ODST, pencil me in."
The Master Chief looked to the data pad, then to his team, Locklear, and the Sergeant. They were right: For the first time, they'd know when and where the Covenant would be. If they hit the enemy hard enough, they could stop them before the Cove?nant hit Earth... and delay Armageddon.
The Master Chief gave rapid-fire orders:
"Fred, Will: Get Linda's suit back together ASAP.
"Locklear, you're on weapons detail again. Scrounge every pistol, rifle, ammo bag, and scrap of explosives on this vessel and haul it to Ascendant Justice's launch bay.
"Grace, Linda, and Sergeant Johnson: Get that Covenant drop-ship ready for its last flight. Reinforce the hull for a Slipspace-to-normal-space transition.
"And I'll take this plan to Admiral Whitcomb—make him see that it's the only way. We're going to take this fight to the Cove?nant. We're going to launch a first strike."
CHAPTER THIRTY
0440 hours, September 13,2552 (revised date, Military Calendar)\Aboard hybrid vessel Ascendant Justice-Gettysburg, station-keeping in Eridanus system.
Time was running out.
Dr. Halsey could feel the Covenant nearly upon them and her window of opportunity shrinking to a pinpoint. Only a few more things to take care of before she could go—before she started something she couldn't stop.
Someone approached the clean room, heavy footfalls that could only be a Spartan in MJOLNIR armor. Kelly appeared and waved from the other side of the glass partition that separated the clean room from the rest of Medical Four. Dr. Halsey buzzed her in.
"Reporting for treatment, Doctor," she said.
Kelly hesitated a moment as she glanced about at the unsterile environment the doctor had been working in: Styrofoam cups littered the surgical instrument trays, thermal printout paper curled from the biomonitors—and the radiation-emitting crystal they had found on Reach sat on a nearby instrument tray.
"I thought that crystal was in the reactor room," Kelly said. "Behind plenty of radiation shielding."
"It's perfectly safe," Dr. Halsey said, "as long as we're in nor?mal space." She picked up the crystal and slipped it carelessly into her lab coat pocket.
"Lie down please, Kelly." The doctor gestured to the con?toured treatment chair. "Just a few more injections and we're done with your burn therapy."
Kelly sighed and eased herself onto the reclined chair.
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Dr. Halsey removed a cloth covering a pair of injectors. She clicked them into the ports on Kelly's MJOLNIR armor ports that threaded directly into her subclavian and femoral veins. "Keep doing your physical therapy, and the dermacortic steroids will remove most of the scarring and restore your full mobility within another week," she explained.