The marines charged through the compound flanked by crawlers firing left and right at infected UNSC troops. “We need to find a better way in than the front door!” Green yelled. “Over there!” The ODST was pointing at a blown out wall that looked like it was mildly fortified. He ran up to it and hopped over the sandbags. He looked around, “There’s a weapon crate in here too!” He called. Suddenly an infected ONI pilot jumped from the shadows and bashed the ODST with his arm. Then he fired two shots into him. Just as the ODST hit the ground a soldier teleported in and shot the combat form until it disintegrated. Green jumped into the room. “I’ll take care of him! William, check that crate! Jose cover the entrance!”
He picked up the ODST and hefted him behind cover. Green started checking his vitals. “He’s alive but he might not make it.” William opened the crate. “Woah! Flamethrower gear! Cover me while I get this on!”
He picked up the ODST and hefted him behind cover. Green started checking his vitals. “He’s alive but he might not make it.” William opened the crate. “Woah! Flamethrower gear! Cover me while I get this on!”