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"Good-bye, Grace," John whispered.
The detonation of her power pack would buy them more time while the Covenant forces tried to figure out what just happened— perhaps they'd think Blue Team was still inside the temple. Grace had also taken out a dozen Grunts and four Elites with her last action. That would have pleased her.
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John turned toward the far end of the great room and spotted a band of translucent material on the far wall. It led to the repair bays and air locks beyond. That was their exit.
He glanced at his mission timer: 8:42. They'd have to get there fast.
His gaze locked onto the Banshees in the air. He searched for Linda, posted somewhere in the odd geometry of this station. She could be anywhere along several kilometers of cityscape.
John clicked on his COM. "Linda, do not reply. The Covenant are triangulating on our signals. I'm hoping they do and send a few of those Banshees to reconnoiter. When they get close to the heat-exchange plant, take them out—we'll need their vehicles."
There was no answer. Did that mean Linda understood and was in a position to help? Or was she dead?
As John hoped, three Banshees peeled off the search forma?tion, circling the temple and turning toward them.
John waved Fred and Will out of the elevator and into the for?est of steaming pipes. They scattered, took cover, and aimed at the incoming Banshees.
The Banshees spread out, slowed... but then banked, return?ing to the temple.
John clicked his COM three times.
The Elite pilots immediately wheeled about and accelerated toward their position. One Banshee flier nosed into a classic strafing dive. Its plasma cannons warmed and crackled with en?ergy, indicating an imminent discharge.
There was a spray of blood in the flier, then the pilot fell for?ward and pushed the accelerator to full. The Banshee careened through the air at maximum velocity—crashing into a water-recovery tower, and wobbled to the ground.
"Linda," John muttered and tried to spot her. Judging from the blood spray, she'd managed to send a round through the tiny ex?posed area of the cockpit, and inflicted a lethal ricochet. He looked for her position; most likely the shot had come from be?hind and above. There were numerous catwalks running across the length of the massive room. She had to be on one of them.
The two remaining Banshees accelerated toward Blue Team. Their plasma cannons flickered, and they leveled into a flat trajectory.
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John, Fred, and Will raised their rifles.
There was a muted crack of a sniper rifle, and another Ban?shee drifted to the ground, its pilot felled by Linda's uncanny skill.
The last remaining pilot veered starboard, not knowing what had just taken out its two wingmates ... only that it had to get out of the area if it was going to live. In the tightest arc of its curve, the craft slowed. John couldn't tell precisely where the shot came from, but a third sniper round ricocheted through the craft's cockpit. The Banshee spun in circles before it thumped to a halt, nose-down in the street.