[Note: Sorry about how short this chapter is. I'm taking a break from the majority of my stories while I focus on Haylo 2. I'm kind of suffering from writers block with everything else, but with Haylo 2, I have practically an unlimited amount of resources for the plot. I will continue Boot Camp, Final Harvest, and Among the Stars after the conclusion of Haylo 2.]

"Lieutenant Commander Parsons?" A mysterious voice asked as Parson radio crackled to life.

"Yes?" Parsons responded, rotating his warthogs steering wheel as he turned it onto a different street.

"Your unit is being commandeered by ONI Section Three. You are to proceed south on the highlighted route." The mysterious voice ordered, as a new route was highlighted on the map on the warthogs HUD.

"With all due respect, we have orders to search for a downed pelican. I don't intend on belaying that order." Parsons stated sternly.

"That order has been overridden, Commander. We will have another unit search for the pelican and its crew. But, if you don't want to follow orders, we will relieve you of your command and find someone who will. Now, do I have your attention?"

Parsons grimaced a little and shifted uneasily in his seat. "Okay, spook, I'm listening."\

"Excellent. We have three teams of Sierras about to be overran in an Insurrectionist stronghold approximately seven mikes away from your current position. They are heavily outnumbered, outgunned, and are taking casualties. You are the only unit in the area that is close enough to be able to make it in time. How copy?"

"I copy your last, ONI, so we're going in to save Spartans?" Parsons inquired.

"Correct, don't fail us Commander. These are some of the best assets we have available to us. If you succeed, you and your men will be rewarded in a most generous manner."

"I copy. We will not fail you, ONI." Parsons promised, before pulling up their inventory on his HUD. His unit had several M12 Force Application Vehicles, as well as a couple M12G1 Light Anti-Armor Vehicles, five M831 Troop Transports, and for M808C Main Battle Tanks, as well as roughly 50 Army troopers, armed with M412 DMR's, MA57 Assault Rifles, and MA57A1 Carbines.

"We have a new mission, people!" Parsons shouted into his headset. "We're being deployed to help support some Spartans, who are currently heavily engaged by Insurrection infantry and armor. Lock and load, troopers! Let's show the brass who really runs this show!"

"Hooah!" A chorus of voices called out in unison over the COM.

"Sierra Lead, MEDVAC is one minute out. The Army convoy is right behind it." The Spartans adviser announced.

"Roger!" Sweetie Belle responded. An Innie warthog zoomed past her, firing its M41 wildly into the air, before turning into a charred skeleton a few seconds later. One of the Vultures passed overhead, its auto-cannons booming as it rained hell on the enemy contacts.

Suddenly, hundreds, possibly thousands, of tracer rounds ripped into the Vulture, shredding it to shreds and causing it to crash into the ground. Two nearby Vultures suffered similar fates, exploding violently as they crashed into the ground.

"They have an anti-air battery!" One of the remaining Vulture pilots announced desperately over the COM.

"Copy that. Pull out! Pull out!" Sweetie Belle shouted desperately into her helmets radio. The Vultures slowly started to turn around. As they started flying away, one of them was gutted by a round from one of the Innies scorpions. The last one managed to escape.

"MEDVAC, hold off. Innies have an anti-air battery. We will take it out, then you can evac our casualties."

"Copy that, Sierra Lead." The pelicans pilot responded.

"RD, Applebloom, AJ, on me." Sweetie Belle ordered over the COM.

"What do ya need, boss?" Applebloom asked, as she slid next to Sweetie Belle, closely followed by AJ and RD.

"Innies have set up an anti-air battery. MEDVAC can't enter the airspace unless we're able to take it out. You three up to the challenge?" She asked. The three Spartans nodded.

"Alright, attach suppressors and activate your active camouflage," Sweetie Belle stated, pulling out two suppressors and attaching them to the barrels of her SMG's, "I don't even want them to know what happened."