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The Master Chief rolled off and sprang to his feet and looked for Blue Team.
The large pillars blocked his view, but he saw on his motion tracker that Fred was behind a pillar down and to John's left, and Will behind the pillar to the right. There was no tag indicating Grace's location. There were, however, blurry motion contacts beyond the wide arched entrance to the temple.
And there was one other thing—neither Will nor Fred checked John's status over the COM. That silence meant trouble.
John fumbled for his fiber-optic probe, but it had been lost in the scuffle with the Brute. He eased around the basalt pillar.
Grace lay face-first on the floor, five meters from the temple en?trance. A puddle of hydrostatic gel and blood spread across the floor.
John clicked the COM once, a status query.
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The instant he did this, two Brutes wheeled from their cover on either side of the entrance archway. They held rifles with large-caliber muzzles and padded stocks, fixed with razor-edged blades. One of the Brutes saw John, aimed, and fired.
John darted back behind the basalt pillar; he saw the flash and thunder of a grenade launched from the weapon—heard two more rounds fired immediately after that.
The first grenade impacted on the opposite side of the pillar and exploded. The overpressure rattled his teeth.
The Chief turned and dived, hoping to get behind the next stone column before—
—the second and third grenades impacted and detonated on the pillar he had stood behind a split second before. The solid stone crumbled into fist-sized chunks.
He skidded and scrambled for cover as the upper part of that column collapsed, raining stones that shattered the floor... and would have crushed him.
So much for engaging these Brutes in a direct assault. John wasn't up for another round of wrestling, either. Not with the clock ticking. Not with every Covenant on this station about to tear them to pieces. Complicating all this was the enemy's appar?ent ability to locate them when they used the COM.
That only left one tactical option: run.
He wasn't going to leave Grace behind, though. Not until he knew for certain she was dead.
He removed his backpack and took out one of his two Lotus antitank mines. The disk was a quarter meter across with spikes set along the rim to stabilize it when buried. He set the detona?tion selector to countdown mode, seven seconds. He then slid around the edge of the column.
He threw the mine with a flick of his wrist. It spun in a wide arc across the temple hall and embedded into the wall just over the entrance archway.
Two seconds until it blew.
John clicked on his COM and said: "Fire in the hole!"
The Brutes again wheeled around from their cover and lev?eled their deadly grenade launchers.
The Lotus mine detonated—it was a flash and an instant of
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fire. The temple opening and Brutes vanished, replaced by a cloud of dust and a cascade of stones that fell from the ceiling.