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It was a cold and windy day yet sweat rolled down the face of the radio operator in heavy sheets.

"This is outpost bravo two six!" he said into the radio's hand set panic in his voice. "We are under heavy covenant assault! We need reinforcements now!"

"Roger that bravo two six," the voice on the other end said "the birds are in the air now their e.t.a. is-" He never heard because a needle round caught him in the back of his head just under his helmet.

"Oh fu-" the round exploded showering the rest of the marines behind the sandbags with a mist of his blood and brains. His body now with a large hole for the back of his head slumped to the ground. A marine wiped his eyes, his hands smeared with his comrade's blood.

"Come on you fucking cowards fire back!" he ordered. The remaining three raised themselves and fired their assault rifles at the squad of Grunts. The Grunts were knocked off their feet and joined the rest of maybe 50 or so. A group of five Jackals advanced towards the marines over lapping their shields. "Hold your fire." The sergeant ordered. He pulled two grenades off his belt, holding one in each hand he put his thumbs in each pin and pulled them out at the same time. He then threw them at the Jackals starting with the one in his right hand then the one in his left hand. They landed in front of the Jackal's formation. They only had time to stare at them before they went off sending what was left of the bastards backwards ten feet.

"INCOMING 12 A'CLOCK HIGH!" one of the three marines shouted pointing at the sky. A banshee screamed towards the sandbags. The sergeant jumped to the side just as the glowing blob of green light hit the sandbags square on sending a mixture of dirt, sand, and bloody limbs into the air. The sergeant felt a rough claw close around his throat. He was jerked to his feet and then his boots left the ground as he came eye to eye with a blue clad Elite.

"Oh you want some too huh?" the sergeant wheezed. He jerked his pistol from his holster and opened fire point blank. The Elite's shield flared but held, he only laughed and squeezed tighter. The pistol slipped out of the marine's hand. The Elite then pulled him closer so he could whisper in his ear.

"Your death will be in vain." He said in passable English. He then tossed the dead marine aside and marched deeper into the outpost. Inside the barracks two marines made a last stand behind a makeshift barricade of mattresses.

"Franklin keep fire on those fuckers!" Lieutenant Jenkins ordered.

"Yes ma'am," Franklin Grunted through gritted teeth as he fired the light machine gun at the steady stream of Grunts and Jackals that flowed in through the door. If we could just keep them coming in single file then we might have a chance was Jenkins reasoning. That's when the machine gun stopped firing.

"Franklin?" Jenkins demanded.

"Got a jam it's a cooked off round ," Franklin said as he lifted the hatch and went to remove the round when a plasma bolt hit him in the face.

"Damn it!" Jenkins swore as she ducked behind the mattresses. She ejected the empty magazine in her assault rifle, slammed a new one in place and hit the bolt release. She then sprinted towards the back of the barracks when a plasma bolt clipped her right leg causing her to fall. She rolled over to face her attackers when one Grunt ripped her rifle away from her. Another one yanked her pistol from its holster. Soon more waddled over and held her arms and legs down. They then began to rip at her uniform removing chunks of it. She managed to free her right arm and punch a Grunt but two more jumped on her arm and firmly held it down. Soon she wore nothing but her under garments, her boots and her helmet.

"What's all this then?" a booming voice demanded in perfect English. A gold clad Elite strolled into the barracks. The tugging stopped but Jenkins remained pinned. He walked over to them and looked the human over. "You all know the rules." He barked. Jenkins had never been so happy to see an Elite in her life. "Leaders have the first go." Jenkins was still trying to figure out what he meant when he knelt over her. He placed a finger on her stomach and traced it all the way down to her underwear. "Such soft skin," he remarked "I will enjoy this." He gripped her underwear and gently slid it down to her knees.

"What are you doing?" Jenkins asked wide eyed. His mandibles twisted into a smile as she felt something enter her. It was rough and seemed to be ringed like the rings around an old wooden barrel. The Elite started to thrust going deeper and deeper with each one. Jenkins felt like she was being sawed in half. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. The Elite's thrusting quickened.

"You are very warm," he remarked as he reached out his hands and placed them on her shoulders. Then using that as leverage thrusted even deeper. Her pelvic area began to heat up from the friction. The Elite suddenly withdrew himself. "Turn her over." He commanded. The Grunts placed her on her stomach and held her in place. She felt the Elite's rough hands grip her hips then the tip of his member rest lightly on her anus. He thrusted without warning going as deep as he could. Jenkins screamed as she felt something tear this only seemed to encharge him as the sped up. Jenkins began to screw rather loudly now.

"Please," she pleaded "Please just stop." The Elite showed no concern in fact he went even faster. Just when Jenkins couldn't take it anymore the Elite stopped and let out a roar. She felt something warm flow into her. He withdrew himself again and stood. "Do with her as you wish," he said as he walked out.

Only two miles out from the outpost help was coming in the form of three Pelican drop ships. The three Pelicans approached outpost B26 at full speed hoping to get there before everyone was lost.

"Outpost bravo two six this is voodoo two one do you read?" the pilot asked over the radio.

"Ah fuck it's a real mess down there." the co-pilot said. "There is a clearing by the barracks set it down there." The pilot brought his craft around a covenant drop ship coming into view as he dead so. He reflexively pulled the trigger on Pelican's yoke. A red light started to blink and beep informing him he had no ammo.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath. The covenant's assault on the outpost had come at the worst possible time. Most of the Pelicans were out on another mission when the assault happened. The rest were down for repairs and refit so the covenant had caught them truly flat footed. When the request for help came screaming over all the emergency channels the tech crews scrambled to get three of the remaining five ships air worthy again. In order to save time they were not armed only fueled, put back together and stuffed with anyone the base could spare. The covenant ship didn't have that problem however and sent plasma bolts towards the approaching Pelican.

"Hang on!" the pilot shouted over the radio to his passengers in the back. The pilot sharply zig zaged his craft to avoid being hit.

"Paint him!" the co-pilot ordered referring to the slang term for targeting a craft with homing missiles.

"What?" the pilot demanded "we don't have any missiles!"

"They don't know that," the co-pilot explained "maybe we can scare the bastard." The pilot now understood as he flipped on the targeting system and watched as a diamond searched and found the drop ship then turned red. There was a loud beep emitted from the system to alert the pilot he had a lock. There is also a different tone for if a enemy has a lock on him and the co-pilot was risking that the covenant drop ship had the same kind of thing and that right now it was telling him that the humans had a lock on him. The drop ship suddenly flew away from the pelican at a high rate for speed sending a few parting shots as it did.

"Well shit it worked." the pilot remarked shocked "Alright back there 20 seconds to dirt." In the troop compartment of the Pelican were five marines and two sniper teams. Two of those marines were Pvt Mendez and PFC Jones who we both unlucky enough to be sitting on the two end seats. The drop ship hovered a foot off the ground and the five marines disembarked taking care not to land on any bodies. Freed for the marines the pilot took off again not wanting to get hit by stray fire. The five formed a wedge formation and moved in on the barracks figuring if there were survivors that where they would be. Just before they could reach it however they ran into another covenant drop ship this one had landed on the ground. Jones quickly lead the formation behind a sandbag wall that had once served as a machinegun nest.

"What the hell are we waiting for? We have to get in there." a marine asked Jones.

"We don't have anything that can take that thing out so we have to wait till it leaves." Jones explained not taking his eyes off the drop ship.

"What makes you think it's going to leave." the marine demanded.

"Because it landed. It wouldn't do that unless it was dropping off or picking something up." Mendez explained for Jones.

"Or someone." Jones said pointing at a gold armored Elite as he walked out of the barracks and boarded the drop ship. The drop ship immediately rose into the air and flew off. Mendez keyed his radio.

"Voodoo two one we have a drop ship leaving our AO with a HVT on board." Mendez said in to his helmet mike "how copy?"

"Good copy," the pilot's voice came over the radio "what are you recommending? Over."

"Recommend you track the target and find out where it goes. Over." Mendez explained.

"Roger on who's authority? Over." pilot demanded.

"No ones. Over." Mendez closed his eyes and waited for the pilots answer.

"Very well I'll see how far we can go. Out." the pilot finely said after a minute pause. Mendez nodded at Jones who then lead the marines out and over to the barracks door. The marines lined up along the wall on the right side of the door awaiting Jones single. Jones shot his head in and back out again just enough to get a quick look.

"Seven tangos all Grunts," he whispered "they seemed to be forced on something on the floor and are all group together. Go in quietly and wait till we are all in position before engaging. Signal when ready." The marine at the back of the line placed his rifle on the marine's right shoulder in front of him and placed his left arm on the marine's back. The farthest back marine then used his left hand to tap the marines right shoulder who in turn did the same to the marine in front of him in till it got to Jones. When he felt the tap he rushed in the chain unbroken in till the last marine entered the barracks. The line broke and the marines fanned out and took cover with the group of Grunts in their sights. Jones who stood behind a makeshift barricade made out of mattress that a light machine gun was resting on gave the order.

"Fire!" he shouted as he did so himself.

The Grunts started to rip at Jenkins body again and was to stunted she just let it happen this time. She waited to die and wanted nothing more unaware that the five marines had entered the barracks. Gun shots echoed through the barracks and Jenkins felt warm blue blood slash over her. The five marines walked over to her and stared at her not sure what to do.

"Jesus," Jones gasped.

"Were they eating her?" Mendez asked.

"I don't know but she's dead either way." a marine said. Jones looked at his eye piece and saw the friend or foe in her helmet was still working.

"She is first Lieutenant Jenkins of the USMC so show some respect." Jones said as he looked around for a blanket to cover her almost naked body. Jenkins got to her feet a little shaky due to the wounded leg. All the marines gasped and stared at Jenkins.

"Something wrong?" she demanded looking each one in the eye. They all dropped their gaze to the floor.

"No ma'am!" They shouted in unison.

"So did anyone manage to kill a gold armored Elite?" she asked. The five marines looked at each other finely one spoke.

"No ma'am," he said a light sweat started to form on his skin "he got away in a drop ship before we touched down."

"Then I have a little mission planed for tonight." She said as she limped towards the showers.

"What kind of mission?" Jones asked.

"The kind that won't be going on any record."

6 hours later under the cover of darkness the Pelican descended on the valley. The six marines in back were busy applying face camouflage. Now in a fresh uniform and her leg patched up with biofoam Jenkins sat in the seat closest to the opening tapping her foot impatiently.

"This is where we traced the enemy drop ship to," the pilot said over the marines helmet speakers. The pilot put the ship down on a hill overlooking the valley and the 6 marines ran out. "Remind me again who ordered this op?" the pilot asked.

"ONI," was all Jenkins said in a very smooth voice. The pilot flew off into the night satisfied. "Ok you know the drill." The marines laid down in the grass. Jenkins took out her field glasses and looked the enemy camp over. She keyed her throat mike.

"Report Raptor," She said.

"This is raptor one," one of the two concealed sniper teams radioed back. "We have two portals circling around the camp. A mixed bag of Grunts and Jackals inside the camp."

"Raptor two here we can take out the picket portals without alerting the camp." The other snipers chimed in.

"Understood and the package?"

"It's in the dome building in the middle of the camp." Raptor one said.

"All right we are moving into position." Jenkins said starting to crawl forward through the grass. It took the marines 15 minutes to reach the camp crawling on their stomachs. They stopped 10 yards from the camp's fence. "All right hit them Raptor," Jenkins whispered into her mike.

"Raptor one here eagle on two tangos," the sniper said over the radio "clean shots, I'm taking them."

"This is Raptor two eagle on three, no wait, four tangos. Clean shots, engaging." The other sniper answered in kind.

"Raptor one all clear on my end," he radioed after several seconds of silence.

" Confirmed Raptor one. Uh yeah…Raptor two agrees we can't take out anymore without giving ourselves away. Outer portals are taken care of." The second team reported.

"Understood we'll take the rest out ourselves," Jenkins said "spot and assist." She waved towards the fence and the marines stood up and quickly crossed the open ground and climbed it. They then spread out taking cover where ever available. Jones hid behind a pile of their purple crates; when a voice spoke into his ear.

"Jones," Raptor two said "you have two Grunts advancing on your position."

"Recommended course of action?" Jones whispered into his mike.

"No tangos have them in sight… if you can, take them out quietly." The sniper suggested.

"Understood," Jones slugged his rifle and pulled out his silenced pistol. "What side?"

"Hang on," raptor two said as he observed the Grunts. "Shit, one is going left; the other right."

"Understood let me know when they are both three feet from me," Jones ordered pulling out a second pistol also silenced and holding it in his left hand. Jones pressed his back against the crates the pistols held at his ears. He exhaled slowly.

"Now!" Raptor two almost shouted. Jones took a step forward spinning 180 degrees at the same time so that he faced the Grunts. He held the pistols in front of him and fired the one in his right hand killing the first Grunt. He then looked down the one in his left hand and fired killing the other one. The body of the first Grunt hitting the ground only a split second before the others. He holstered both pistols grabbed each Grunt by the arm and pulled them behind the crates. "Clean kills Jones," Raptor two reported. Jones moved to the next piece of cover.

On the other side of the camp Private Mendez crouched behind a prefab building. His mind was racing. He was thinking how this mission wasn't approved by anyone so if the shit hit the fan they would be on their own. He then thought how good it felt to be on the attack for once and stalking the covenant instead of them stalking him. Two Jackals walked past the building their shields not activated yet. A smile touched Mendez's lips. He pulled out his combat knife and moved out from behind the building. He took two silent, quick steps to get behind the first Jackal. In one move he warped his left arm around the Jackal's neck, pulled it back so the Jackal was bent over backwards and locked his elbow so he couldn't breathe. Then using his right hand he stabbed him three times in the chest, purple blood splashed out with each stab. The other Jackal continued to walk forward unaware of his comrade's death. Mendez let the body drop, he then ran for five steps before sliding feet first into the Jackal's legs knocking him over. Mendez held the Jackal's beak close and plunged his knife into its heart. He grabbed each Jackal by the beak and dragged them behind the building he hid behind. He wiped his knife on his pants before putting it away.

"Looks like you got the rest of the portals," Raptor one said over all their radios. "Looks like the only ones left out in the open are the ones by the fire." Three marines closed in on the camp fire hiding behind an inactive wraith. They peeked over. A group of five Grunts and four Jackals sat backs out around the camp fire. The three nodded at each other and added silencers to their assault rifles. They jumped out and poured fire on to them, they were killed before they could even stand.

"Clear," one of them radioed. Still on the other side of the camp Mendez entered the building he was hiding behind. Inside five Elites slept. The guards were the Jackals that he had killed just moments before. Mendez pulled out his knife again and slit each one of their throats, it was easy work for they had no armor on. He smiled as purple blood began to pool at his boots.

"Barracks clean," he radioed with satisfaction. He then ran out and behind a different building.

Raptor one watched him through his scope. Movement caught his eye and he moved his rifle to get a better look. An Elite walked out of the building Mendez was behind. He walked towards the opposite end and was about to move behind blocking his shot.

"Fuck," he said keying his mike "Mendez you have a tango heading right for you."

"Say again," Mendez asked when he smacked into the Elite and fell backwards. He quickly got to his feet. The Elite pulled something off his belt and an energy sword came to life. "Shit, shit, shit." Mendez said snapping his pistol up aiming for the Elite's head. The Elite's shields flared as he advanced on Mendez, who in response backpedaled still firing. The Elite lunged forward meaning to stab Mendez. Mendez's pistol slide locked back as the last round in the magazine exited the chamber. The Elite crumbled to the ground just in front of Mendez, the sword just missing Mendez's left foot. His hands shook as he reloaded the pistol after coming so close to death. "That has got to suck." He said speaking to the dead Elite.

"All units move towards the command building," Jenkins ordered. The marines encircled the dome building. Guarding the door were two black clad Elites.

"Hang on we got this," Raptor two radioed. "Ready Raptor one?"

"Ready."

"I have the left one. On my mark three…two…one…mark." The two Elites' heads suddenly blossomed blood and they slumped to the ground. The marines lined up on the right side of the door. Jones ran up and stuck a fiber optic probe under the door. An image played on his left eye piece.

"Clear," he said over his shoulder. He went to the key pad and attached the hack tool. He then entered the command and the device went to work at overriding the lock. The door slid open after a minute and the marines walked in. They passed a empty radio room and a briefing room. A Grunt was hard at work cleaning the floor when Mendez shot him, his pistol making a snap because of the silencer, splattering the floor with his blood. The marines reached a door and Jones stuck the probe under it as well.

"Well?" Jenkins demanded.

"The package is there," Jones reported "and someone else too."

"Who is it?" Jenkins asked "I mean are they a combatant?"

"No," Jones said studying the image "It looks female, maybe his wife." Jones shrugged.

"What the hell is his wife doing in a combat zone?" Mendez asked. Jones gave him a look that clearly said: he didn't have a clue and why would you think I would.

"Really," Jenkins said "All right new plan, I want both of them alive, right side door breach." Four marines lined themselves along the right side. Jones stood on the left side. He opened the door and threw a flash bang inside the gold clad Elite's private quarters. It went off emitting a blinding light. The marines rushed in, the first two tackling the gold Elite. The third one went to help the first two get flex cuffs on him the fourth one in was Mendez and he pointed his rifle at the female Elite. She ran forward and Mendez smacked her in the face with the butt of his rifle knocking her to the floor. He aimed his rifle at her head.

"Don't even try it bitch!" he shouted. Jones moved in next and also aimed at the female Elite. With the gold Elite's hands now bound the three marines helped him to his feet but held him by his shoulders.

"We are clear!" Jones shouted not taking his eyes off the female Elite, finger on the trigger of his rifle. Jenkins walked in and the gold Elite's face twisted into a mixture of surprise and anger.

"You!" he shouted.

"Yeah I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop in." Jenkins said "You know, to pay you a visit like you did me."

"My guards will kill you!" he said angrily.

"You'll find that you two are the only ones left alive," Jenkins explained walking closer to the gold Elite.

"What do you want?" he sneered. Leaning forward slightly the three marines pulled him back.

"Just to show you the same hospitality that you showed me." Jenkins said stopping just in front of him. She leaned in closer so their faces were just inches away. "You know just being neighborly."

"You wouldn't dare." The Elite almost whispered.

"Oh, I would," Jenkins turned towards Jones and Mendez "All right which one of you is it?" Jones and Mendez shot each other a glance rifles still aimed at the female Elite.

"Ma'am?" Mendez asked.

"One of you have your way with her I don't care which," Jenkins explained. The two looked at each other again even more confused.

"Uh…what do you mean Lieutenant?" Jones asked.

"Take advantage of her." Jenkins said pointing at the female Elite. The two exchanged glances again. "Do I have to spell it out for you: one of you have sex with her." Mendez and Jones looked at each other then at Jenkins and finally at the female Elite. "Fine if you won't choose then I will: Jones you're up."

"You want me to rape her?" Jones asked disbelieving.

"That is exactly what I want you to do." Jenkins said. "Or so help me I will shoot you where you stand." Jones looked the Elite over. It had been a full three years since he started his third tour. It was the mostly womanly thing he had seen in a long time besides Jenkins, but she scared the shit out of him. Ashamed by it, he felt himself stiffen. Jenkins pulled out her pistol and aimed it at Jones's head.

"Alright," Jones said quickly. He slowly walked over to her taking all the time he could. He then stood over her and looked her over one more time. She was taller than any woman he had seen but everything seemed to be in the right place. Jones slowly reached out his hand to touch her lower under garment when she gripped his wrist with her claw.

"None of that sweetheart," Jenkins said "If she does that again shoot her Mendez." Mendez nodded but he seemed ill at ease with this. The female Elite slowly let go of Jones hand.

"Ma'am please," Jones pleaded. Jenkins pulled the hammer back on her pistol it was still aimed at Jones's head. Jones grabbed her under garment and gently removed it. The gold clad Elite jerked forwards but the three marines held him in place. It looks the same as a human's Jones thought or at least close enough. Jones stood over her and then slowly knelt. He looked over at Jenkins again his eyes begging her not to make him go through with it. She motioned with her pistol. Jones looked back at the female Elite. He unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. He was ashamed at how stiff it was given the current situation. He sighed wishing to be any where eles then as he slipped inside her. He gasped under his breath; he never felt anything like it. It was so soft, and it was so wet it was like he was using lube.

"There done." Jones said looking a Jenkins with pleading in his eyes.

"Nope," Jenkins said crossing her arms still holding the pistol "you have to at least finish. Don't think you can fake it either I'll know." Determined to get it over with now Jones grabbed her hips and started thrusting at a steady and shallow pace. Jones tried to think of something else, anything else. When she suddenly grabbed both his wrists. Mendez snapped his bolt back and let it slam forward to get his point across. She then moved his hands to her shoulders and leaned in closer.

"Deeper," she whispered. Jones was dumbfounded but compiled thrusting fully at the same pace. He tried not to admit it to himself but it felt amazing. "Faster!" she suddenly shouted. Everyone wore a look of shock on their face.

"Some wife you got there." Jenkins remarked to the golden Elite.

"You whore!" the golden Elite shouted jerking forward again. Jones listened again and sped up his thrusting. Jones started to feel a warming sensation that combined with the softness made it all the more pleasurable. With her commands Jones didn't feel ashamed anymore and began to enjoy it.

"Harder!" The female Elite demanded. Jones could hardly believe it but did as instructed. She then did something, squeezed something and made herself feel tighter.

"Ah god," Jones said unable to control himself.

"You like that don't you?" she demanded.

"Yes." Jones admitted turning slightly red ashamed once again.

"Look at me." She coaxed. Jones looked up and looked her in the eye. She was calm and if Jones didn't know better enjoying it. She suddenly let out a faint roar. Holy shit I think she just came Jones thought to himself. With that in the back of his mind he felt himself on the verge. A few seconds later he let himself go sighing as he did. Jones waited in till he had softened before he pulled out and zipped up his pants. He then stood next to Mendez starring at the floor feeling nothing but embarrassment.

"We're done here," Jenkins announced suddenly. "Let's get to the bird. Grab the gold bastard and let's go." The three marines led the gold Elite out the door followed closely by Jenkins. Mendez patted Jones on the shoulder in attempt to comfort him before leaving. Jones started to leave and stopped just in front of the door. He looked back at the female Elite and felt an over whelming since of shame over take him. He turned on his heel and hurried out. The group waited at the LZ for the Pelican. It showed up two minutes later already caring both sniper teams.

"So how did it go?" one of them asked as they boarded.

"It was easy as fuck," one marine said forcing the gold clad Elite to sit. The other two smiled at the others inside joke as they took their seats. Mendez looked at Jones who was still starring at the floor. Mendez put a hand on his friend's back trying in vain to reassure him. The pelican took off and flew into the night.

"What's with him?" a sniper asked pointing at Jones.

"Nothing," the marine sitting next to the Elite answered "He just got screwed over on this mission that's all." The other marines snickered. The sniper looked confused but didn't press. A single tear started to form in Jones's right eye, he blinked at it was gone.

"It's alright," Mendez told him but not believing it himself.

"No its not," Jones said still not looking up "and it never will be." The rest of the ride to the outpost was in silence. The pelican set down on pad two. The Elite was taken to a holding cell until ONI could get there. The marines went about their duties and life went on.