Jamie's shoulder shrugged down as the all clear was sounded. She wasn't afraid of the aliens. Far from it. What she was deadly afraid of was the excruciating death from plasma burn. Many Marines died from it while survivors carry its distinct scarring. A grunt - near the edge of death - struggled for its plasma pistol as Jamie walked towards it. She kicked the weapon away and placed one shot through the stubby, non-human's head. It didn't move again.

She finished securing her area as she looked over the body of a dead Marine. Her training from way back when was still green kicked in. She began picking through the Marine's ammo belt with the expertise of a seasoned vulture. The instructor's lesson from Force Recon regarding scavenging was clear. The dead weren't going to get up and cuss you out. If you needed the ammo, take it. They'd understand.

"Folks aren't taking kindly to this," Cole said as he took some clips from another Marine who carried his weapon's ammo. "Wonder if they'd be singing the some moral BS when they're out of bullets."

"Don't really care," Jamie said as she took the last clip she could fit into her ammo pouch. She never understood why they didn't make the capacity for each ammo sleeve larger. "Come on. Station isn't going to clear itself."

Moving towards the direction of her CO, Cole and she began to move to the coordinates pinged on their HUDs. From the main radio, the situation on the lunar colony wasn't looking that good. The defense fleet that was station in its orbit was taking a heavy pounding while Covenant drop ships slipped past the spacial defense parameter. While real bits of information was near impossible to discern from a panicking or routed squad, Jamie had a pretty good guess where the advantage lied. 

As her platoon-sized unit moved around a corner, her heart stopped as she stared at a handful of elites with the towering, lizard-like things standing behind them. It took her only one look at the thing's arm before her legs finally obeyed her orders to find cover. She rolled to the side as plasma intertwined with three powerful shots of plasma rained upon those who were unable to move out of the way quick enough. 

She fired into the enemy unit as the scream from the dying or wounded leaked through her helmets audio dampeners. When the elites took to cover and the heavies still holding their ground, she heard her name from somewhere amidst the firefight. 

"Jamie!" Cole sprawled across the floor as his head bobbed up and down. His vitals were quickly slowing. "Jesus ... the burn ...!" 

"Stop moving Cole!" She fired at an elite as shields shimmered around it. She ducked back from its return fire. "I'm going to get you out of here!"

Before her comrade could respond, a plasma shot hit him square in the head as a sickening crack came from his limp body. 

Jamie sat back as she stared at Cole's dead body. His vitals flatlined. For a moment, she couldn't believe he was gone - even if his body was laying before her. Shaking away the thoughts, she chambered a round. All she could do was kill as many Covenant as she could. That would be her vengeance for her squad member.