"Ripcord, we're clear. Slow down and give the Spartans a ride. "
Powers complied, and moments later Kilo team was on board, the warthog sagged under their weight.
"Status?" Richard asked as the 'hog began to growl forward.
Callahan turned to the Spartan "FOB Whiskey looks like its taking a beating. We need to secure additional transport, and bug out to secure our objective. FOB Whiskey is going to have to hold of the covenant assault on their own."
"What about our wounded?" Another Spartan, Marcus, asked.
"Whiskey's field hospitals will be at their limit. We dont have time to drop her off and if we did she wouldn't be any better off." He turned to the pilot. "You up for a little fun ma'am?"
"If it means a shot at some of these bloody bastards, you can count me in."
Callahan grinned behind his visor and looked up at the base.
--FOB Whiskey. Predator 1-3. Kilo team. Do you read?--
--Holy sh it you guys are still alive. Are you en route to assist?--
--Negative, we have priority 1 objective, direct from ONI. Can you provide transport?--
--We have a couple of spare Hogs, you boys can take one of them, other then that we need everything we have, the covies are hitting us hard.--
The Hog pulled into the FOB and two battered marines closed the gate behind it. The far side of the base was loud, automatic weapon fire, explosions and plasma bolts created a booming cacophony. A marine pulled up in a M12 LRV. His hair was past regulation, he had a two day beard, and his eyes were sunken from sleep depravation. The marines of FOB Whiskey had been through hell, and to see a full team of Spartan-IIIs show up, just to take one of their vehicles and leave angered the majority of them. He glared at the men and women of Kilo team and their Hellfighter support.
"Heres your fuckin' car. Dont let the door hit your a ss on the way out" he growled. He jumped out of the vehicle and threw a helmet on.
"We do out job right, and these guy's will be off your as ses most Rikki-Tick. If not, we all get to take a dirt nap together," Worth told him. "And let me tell you, Hellfighters don't sleep" Worth's words didn't seem to have much of a noticeable effect, but he knew better. That Marine was going to be waiting for them to take the pressure off, and that gave him hope. And when he told his buddies, so would they.
As the Hellfighters unloaded and got into the LRV He headed back towards the other side of the FOB, and disappeared into the commotion of the base. Callahan manned the gun on the back of the LRV, and helped Warrant Officer Vener climb into the back as well. Worth handed her his SMG while reclaiming his sidearm and climbed into the passenger seat.
"Anyone gets close, that will be more useful" Worth said. The pilot nodded. Powers, the medic among the two, quickly re-wrapped the wound with some bio-foam soaked bandages. The relief was obvious on the pilot's face as the wound numbed.
"That ought to make things a bit cozier ma'am. Ell-Cee, man, I gotta thank you for taking the clean 'hog. Don't like sittin' in no kid's blood" Powers said, taking the wheel.
Callahan handed Worth his assault rifle. Worth stuck it next to him in the seat and replaced his bipod on the top of the windshield.
Callahan looked at Worth and nodded. Worth glared at him under his visor, but didn't say anything.
"Spartans, get the Warthog and let's move out. You take point, we'll cover your six. Any contacts you can't take out yourselves, make sure to tell us. We'll sweep it with the big gun. You know the Objective Zone, move fast, not reckless" Worth said. Powers waved a helmeted Marine over and had a few gentle words. The Marine disappeared into a building and came back out, handing Powers a helmet. Powers then handed it to the pilot. It was a full-visor ODST-style helmet, the standard variant, unlike Worth and Powers' modified versions.
"We were originally going to run ops out of this area, and so we had a few replacement parts and shite shipped down. When everything went to hell, these guys grabbed the extra gear. The 'elmet ought to seal up your suit, especially since I fixed that breech on your leg. It's tapped into our comms, too" Powers explained. The woman took a deep breath, obviously not used to the small world of wearing a full helmet, and pulled it on.
--Thanks-- she said, testing the com. Powers made an 'Okay' sign with his fingers and tapped his chest with it.
--Lock and load. Keep your heads on a swivel, call out your targets. Let's get to work-- Worth told his team.