[Hells Sniper]

Jacob laughed as he fired off a few rounds from his sniper rifle, killing two brutes running down the main highway. The Suicide Squad was doing the same, picking off the closest Covenant soldiers to the front line. The combined fire from them, Nighthawk and his cannon, along with the twenty-something other ODSTs and marines on the ground, they were holding the front line pretty well. Jacob: If I could get my hands on that...oh the people I would kill! Jacob slid his back into cover and reloaded, in the process he examined the weapon Nighthawk had in his hands. It was massive, and he knew it was a very elegant weapon in design. Concurrently: Furium and the other brutes ran straight at the front line, he was hoping to get over the perimeter wall the humans had set up and wreck havoc from behind. It was only a matter of seconds before they had their chance. The warthog Carmicle, Troy, and Limos was in made another pass near the front line. They drove right behind the perimeter as Troy unloaded the chaingun on nearby brutes, jackals, and grunts. Just as they passed the building Jacob and others had taken refugee in, something hit them. A brute War Chieftain had jumped over the perimeter wall and slammed his hammer down in front of the warthog. The hog flipped over, causing Troy and Limos to both bail from their seats. Carmicle however, had laid trapped inside the warthog's driver seat as it flipped and landed on the windshield. The brute was standing there, a white eye glowing from the sunlight. Both Troy and Limos got to their feet and aimed their weapons at the Cheiftain. Seconds later, at least a dozen brutes decloaked behind the perimeter wall and began unloaded their rage on the ODSTs and marines hidden behind it. The radio came to life with the sounds of muffles, screams, and one marine yelling. Marine: We're breached! Brutes have breached the main wall! We ca---argh! The brutes had taken down a good five or six marines before they had realized what had happened and were able to return fire. Troy and Limos simply looked to see if Carmicle was good, and to their surprise, he was crawling out of the flipped hog. It was then, that they decided to unload their weapons on the Chieftain standing a few feet in front of them. Troy: Backup would be appreciated at the main highway! Above the action... Jacob had listened to his radio the whole time, he could hear the gravity hammer hit the ground, he could hear the screams of the marines. And when he heard the perimeter had breached he immediately looked over the edge without any regards to his safety. He saw a good dozen brutes fighting in the open against the surviving ODSTs and marines. He saw the War Chieftain barreling his hammer and Troy and Limos. Seconds later, all he saw was the sky. Athios had grabbed his back and pulled him down just as a beam rifle shot raced by his head. Jacob: Fuck! Thanks for the save... Athios shrugged. Athios: I owed you one. Jacob chuckled as he lifted himself off the ground and back into cover. He looked to Athios. Jacob: Who can best handle a sniper? Athios chuckled. Athios: That'd be my boy, Dirty Joe. Athios pointed to the ODST standing next to him, who was shooting off his DMR at anything that moved. McKinley: Yessir, I can handle that. Jacob nodded and tossed Joe the sniper rifle he was holding. He tossed him three extra mags. Jacob: Take out the snipers, cover Nighthawk's ass. Jacob turned around to the Cross siblings, Nighthawk, and Athios. Jacob: Cross twins...you're with me on the ground. See if we can't help our boys down there. Athios, anything comes up here that ain't human... Athios nodded. Athios: Their heads will be on the wall, sir. Jacob smiled. As he was about to turn Athios began. Athios: Sir... Athios tossed him the shotgun he was holding and picked up the DMR Joe had just dropped. Athios: Send them to hell for me. Jacob smiled and cocked the shotgun. Jacob: Nighthawk... Jacob paused as Nighthawk didn't even move. Jacob: Yeah...you know what to do. Let's move Cross! With that Jacob and the Cross siblings ran down the stairs to reinforce the marines being pounded.