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Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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and flooded the display panels with the purple-blue frequency

the Covenant favored.

The Master Chief realized that he, too, had been holding his

breath. Maybe he and Locklear were more alike than he had

realized.

He took a closer look at the ODST: The wild, desperate look

in his eyes and the flaming-comet tattoo covering his left deltoid

seemed almost alien to the Master Chief. The man had survived

the Covenant and the Flood on Halo, and he had been lucky and

resourceful enough to escape in one piece. True, his emotional

responses were uncontained ... but give him the same aug-

mentations and a set of MJOLNIR armor and what was the

difference between the two of them? Experience? Training?

Discipline?

Luck?

John had always felt the other men and women in the UNSC

were different; he'd felt at ease only with the other Spartans. But

weren't they all fighting and dying for the same reason?

The ruddy light from Epsilon Eridani suddenly filled the

cockpit as the two cruisers passed on.

Polaski sighed, slumped forward, and wiped the sweat from

her brow.

Locklear reached into his shirt pocket, removed a clean and

pressed red bandanna, and offered it to Polaski.

She looked at it for a second, then glanced at the Corporal, then

took it. "Thanks, Locklear." She folded it into a headband, flipped

her blond hair from her face, and tied it around her forehead.

"No problem, ma'am," Locklear replied. "Anytime."

"Locking onto the signal source," Lieutenant Haverson said.

"Course two-three-zero by one-one-zero."

"Two-three-zero by one-one-zero, aye," Polaski said. She

gently pushed forward and turned the yoke.

The dropship smoothly banked into a gentle dive. The surface

of Reach disappeared from the screens as the dropship entered

the thick clouds of smoke that wreathed the planet.

There was a quiet beep, and the display filters activated. A

moment later, images resolved on the display screens—hundreds

of thousands of hectares of raging firestorms and blackened char

where there had once stood forests and fields.