Well this is another late mission for the Insurrection group. Enjoy.
About this creation
A huge convention is happening down the road and the people are flocking to it. There is a pile of debris that prevents any traffic flow through the area. Unfortunately it was the highway the one of the UNSC marine squads decided to take. The crowd slows the advance.
Tommy: Wow this is moving slowly.
Bob: Just watch our backs, you guys are our protection.
Tommy: Donít worry, weíve got a sniper back there.
Bob: StillÖ Iím uncomfortable with this huge debris pile, but no wreckage anywhere else.
Winston: I used to think this Mongoose was actually fun to drive. Boooring!
Bob: At least you donít have to walk.
A toxic crewmember came to investigate a spill.
James: Well this stuff is weird. It burned through everything but our strongest container. Itís like a horror film becoming real. Oh look, the UNSC.
Dylan: Hi, keep it moving. (nervous gestures) Um yeah, continue on, he he, yeah. This is just an accident. It will be cleaned up in a while. ^nervous coughing^
Crowd: (Random chattering and talking. Most of it is about the convention but some of it is about their personal life)
Winston: Oh yippee. This is sooo slow! Man, I want to be driving and shooting down enemies.
Bob: Hey, you signed up, you knew this would happen eventually.
The squad had thought it would be good to hire a local guide, one of the only cops still loyal to the UNSC who still served the local police.
Benjamin: Hey, I was never informed of there being a squad of police down in this area.
Percy: Well, he he, umm, the head of police sent us out here as a secret mission.
Benjamin: But thatís restricted unless the UNSC authorizes him to do so.
Percy: Well Kramer authorized it.
Benjamin: Kramer was the head of police two years ago. The one currently is Hoover. How long have you been out? And this outfit was discontinued six years ago. Before even Kramer was head. Are you sure your certified.
Percy: Um wellÖ
Crowd screams at sound of shot. Everyone starts to run away quickly.
Benjamin: Aughhhhh! Ahhhh! Owwww! Augghhhhhh! What the s*** was that for! **** you! Eugnth.
Then after the strange sound, Benjamin fell ominously limp with the pained expression still on him.
Winston: Insurrectionistís inbound! Prepare to engage. Corporal watch out!
Greg: What theÖ.
Remus: Shoot, lady you got in the wayÖ
Greg: Oh yeah, my turn.
Greg: Oops, you got in the way.
Carl: Come on, Come on! We have to get this thing set up now!
Mason: Iím moving, okay. Sheesh!
James: Ahhhhhhhh! Don't shoot me!
Crowd: Charge! For the UNSC! Yeah!
Greg: Hit the workers!
Bob: I know, keep shooting private!
Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam!
A bullet hits Samuels bazooka and ignites the missile in the chamber.
Various cries of pain and screaming, then silence.
The ammo crate sent guns flying everywhere, or the ones that survived anyways.
Bob: Watch out for that machine gun! But take it out!
Tommy: Covering fire! Take it out Noah!
Tommy: Open fire!!!!
Bob: Go go go!!!
Greg: Die die die!
Carl: Die UNSC scum!!
Mason: Eat this!
Greg: Ahhhhh! Iím hit! Auhhhh!
The green acid starts to engulf him.
Draw: Returning Fire! Iím not sure if the crowd is on our side or theirs!
Bob: Fire at the cops, but not the crowd then!
Draw: Yes sir!
Mitch: No, Percy!
Draw: Bye bye!
The crowd then started to flee realizing that this wasnít a show and that some of them were going to die. So they fled in fright.
Crowd: Run Away! Run! Ahhh! I donít want to die!
Bob: No, Tommy. Donít die. You didnít die when I first met you!
Tommy: Uhhhh, thanks Bob.
Bob: Weíll get you in stable condition when we get back. Weíve neutralized all the Innies.
Tommy: Great *moans*
Draw: Bob! Watch out! Thereís still one alive!
Marcy: I will shoot that medic if itís the last thing Iíll do! To get revenge for all that Corporal has done against us! Youíll die NOW!
Draw: Who the heck was that! Itís not one of us. Come out with your hands up!
Bob: Come on Tommy, you can do it. Just stand up.
Tommy: Itís okay, I got it. Thanks.
Bob: Itís my job. You were hit, but I patched you up and you should be okay.
Draw: Hey you guys, guess what.
Draw: This little kid is the one who saved your life!
Bob: Woah, thanks kid. Whatís your name?
Kid: Richard, but my friends call me Richy.
Bob: Thanks Richy. Maybe someday youíll be a Marine!
Little did Bob know, Richard would be fighting the covenant as a Marine a couple decades later.
Tommy: The Highway is clear. Requesting clean-up crew, sector four is safe, and we are moving along ahead of the convoy just a few minutes behind schedule.
Command: Copy that Harly squad, You are clear to proceed. Clean up crew on its way. Over
Bob: Darn, now we need a new Mongoose.
You can see the dead ďpoliceĒ, the crowd member, and Benjamin, as well as parts of the Mongoose.
The three dead workers and someone else who happened to get in the way when the blast occurred.
Bob checks Benjamin and determines he had died from the shotgun blast. Draw talks and congratulates Richard.
Winston lay there, unmoving, and the squad mourns him. A proper funeral would happen soon.
And what is left of Greg after falling in the green acid stuff.
Thank you and have a nice day. Join the Group Eric Mickle always wants more recruits!