Dom slid to a stop in front of the General "Hello again. heavy enemy unit taken care of." he said as he looked behind him seeing the spartan still running toward them. He looked at the A10s and smiled "Them are so good planes." he stated as he watched then fly at the target.

Skye stood next to the Lieutenant once they had turned the guns back around once more and soon A10s were roaring above their heads.

"This is the commander, stand by for laser designation then hit the target with everything you've got."
"A Squadron Leader, Rodger."

"Sniper, light up that building."
The sniper merely nodded and taking his rifle into his shoulder aimed the laser dot onto the building.
"This is A Squadron Leader, target identified and locked on, going in."

With a swift turn of their wings the jets flew in, one after the other firing everything they were carrying

Dom grinned as he watched the missiles land, and with little words he moved forward quickly and quietly slaughtering the heavily armed troops. Hearing the roar of the guns he leaped up next to the spartan "Alright. who is awesome, we are." he said as he patted the armored shoulder of the spartan. "Come on. I bet they could us you back where the general is." He said as he began to walk back. going to the edge of a building he leaned forward and ran down the side of it and in a flowing motion he ventured back to where they left the general.

The Spartan stood atop of a ridge looking down at the assortment of tanks and pulled the Missile pod into a better firing position and let rip.
Missiles flew towards the tanks with deadly precission hitting them either directly on the turret at the engine or in the side disabling them before finishing them off.


Meanwhile just a few miles back Skye had finally turned the guns around.
"Range?"
"Range 10 hundred, elevation 80."
"Elevation 80!"
"Wind 120"
"Adjust for wind 120!"
"It's good."
"FIRE AT WILL!"
Once again some of the Guns let roar as round after round rained down on the tanks either obliterating the already tangled mess of metal or completely destroying whole tanks.


"Command this is Air Command reporting."
Skye looked around for a moment bemused until the talking reached his ears.
"Well it's about time....where the hell have you guys been?"
"Sorry sir, radio trouble."
"Yeah? well now you're in trouble, get some A10s in the air and bring em to my poistion I'll take it from there."
"Rodger that deploying a squadron of 8 A10s to you now!"

Dom grinned "You get the tanks I'll take everything else." he said as he was running. Him and the spartan were making good time "Ok we about to get on them. head on attack or get sneaky. your call?" he asked as they were running. he looked over at the spartan as they ran.

The Spartan smiled inside his helmet and picked up a rocket launcher slinging it over his shoulder and picked up a missile pod before dashing after Dom.

Skye smiled and turned to his gunners.
"Turn three of those gun around. Come on! move it, move it!"

Dom nods "Hey shall be no problem... We will talk about fixing the government when I get back" Dom turns then looks at a spartan pushing his shoulder gently "You wanna help or are you to far up your generals ass. you are the only spartan to even touch me." He said as he started to walk toward where he saw the enemies "If you do come bring some big fucking weapons." He said as he got ready to dash off.

Skye looked at Dom and sighed before turning to a Spartan, "Estimate?"
"At that speed and distance, 10-15 minutes"
"Any luck with raising the Air Force?"
"No sir."
"Damn."

Skye looked up at Dom, "Anyway you can try to slow them down a little whist I move some of these guns around?"

Dom watched the sky light up "Well that be a risky plan buddy." he sighed and looked behind him "About two hundred clicks behind me their is small grouping of tanks along with heavily armored troops. they are heading this way." he stated as he looked at the man. Waving at the Spartans he smiled and then sighed shaking his head.

Skye turned to face the other male as the three spartans moved to pull their blades, but Skye stopped them, "Easy.."
"Whom ever gets in our way, now if you dont mind Im a little busy."

Skye then turned to the Lieutenant, "Lower the 100s and 80s by up to 10 degrees."
"But sir there's a chance of missing totally and hitting non military Targets."
"There is always that chance Lieutenant, do as I say and fire at will."
"yes Sir."


"100s and 80s lower elevation by 10 degrees."
"10 degrees, yes sir."
"Guns ranged."
"FIRE AT WILL."
Soon the sky errupted once more with the sound of artillary fire.

Dom's cocoon loosened and he stood his clothing torn and stand. Looking to the horizon he saw the flashes of battle. With speed that made him only a blur he took off toward the battle. Quickly climbing to the top of a building he stood looked down at the soldiers below him firing at each other. Watching he sighed, a flash caught his eye and he turned to it. Zooming in he saw the artillery fire, enhancing his vision he looked at the men talking one was the general he fought.

A low growl left his throat and he leaped from the building to another runing across it to another building. Hopping from building to building he made his way closer and closer to the general. Leaping from the final building he landed yards from the general "So this is were the capital buildings are now." he smiled "Hello again general." he looked at him and smiled "Who are you guys fighting?" he asked looking into the tall mans eyes.

The Spartans stopped and held their stance, Medics ran over to their Commander.
"Is he?"
"No he's alive, bearly."
With some help from the medics Skye eventually sat upriight and looked over to where Dom was.
"What the hell...ooh...my head.."
"Take it easy sir, you lost a lt of blood."

Getting up onto his feet he sheathed his blade.
"Let's get out of here, we've got more important things to be getting on with."
"Yes sir."
The Spartans loaded up into a passing truck along with Skye.

"Take me to the front, I want to see how things are going ?"
"Yes Sir."

The truck turned a few corners running through the streets.
"Comming up on the Government's stronghold now sir."
"Drop me off near the Artillary division."
The truck slowed to a stop behind the Artillary Guns where Skye and three Spartan's jumped out.

An officer spotting them quickly ran over to them and saluted, "Sir."
"Lieutenant, how's it going ?"
"Not so good Sir, the 100s cant get range and the 80s are landing short, we cant bring them in any closer due to the ground, with all the rain its turned to mush."
"What about an air strike?"
"We've been trying to get in touch with the airforce all afternoon, no responce."