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Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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given when the UNSC had a fleet, and when Reach was still an

intact military presence. All that has changed."

The Master Chief couldn't disagree with what she was say-

ing ... but there was something else in her voice. And for the

first time, John thought that Cortana might be hiding something

from him.

"We have intact ship-scale plasma weapons and new reactor

technologies," Cortana continued. "Imagine if every ship could

maneuver with pinpoint precision in Slipspace." She paused.

"The UNSC could be just as effective in space as you are in

ground engagements. We could actually win this war."

The Master Chief frowned. He didn't like the Lieutenant's or

Cortana's arguments—because they made sense. Aborting his

mission was unthinkable. He had always finished what he started,

and he'd always won.

As a professional soldier, John was ready to give up anything

for victory—his personal comfort, his friends, his own life if

that's what it took—but he'd never considered that he'd have to

sacrifice his dignity and pride as well for the greater good.

He sighed and nodded. "Very well, Lieutenant Haverson.

We'll do it your way. I hereby relinquish my tactical command."

"Good," Haverson said. "Thank you." He faced the others and

continued, "Sergeant? You, Polaski, and Locklear get back down

to the Pelican and grab whatever gear wasn't smashed to bits.

Look for a field medkit, too, and then get back up here, double

time."

"Yes, sir," Sergeant Johnson said. "We're on it." He and Po-

laski headed for the door, tapped the control, and let the panels

slide apart.

Polaski shot a stare at the Master Chief over her shoulder;

then, shaking her head, she followed the Sergeant.

"Shit," Locklear said, checking his rifle as he loped after them.

"Wait up! Man, I'm never going to get another hour's sleep."

"Sleep when you're dead, Marine," the Sergeant said.

The bridge doors sealed.

Haverson said, "Plot a course back to Earth, Cortana, and

then—"

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Haverson," Cortana said. "I can't do

that. A direct course to Earth would be in violation of the Cole