Part two of Charlies faggot shit

Enclycopedia and I have only added bits into this "novel" where it would be lulzy. For instance where heavier homoerotic connetations could be infered. HOWEVER, 99% of this is written by Charlie. All his spelling and grammatical mistakes have been left in place and all his faggotry has been preserved

PART 2:


His team close behind, Charlie began his search. They followed another greasy track, with wires, and loose stones of gravel clicking beneath their heavy armour. As they went on, they entered a large tunnel like area. Pipes spread across the ceiling and mucky walls surrounding them. They continued there, search until they reach an entrance deeper into the base. He stopped his team and split them in half. Ben had got his wish. Charlie and Ben would enter the ‘base’ further, while the others continued following the dirt track. As they separated, Ben said


“Well. Aren't I the lucky one” a hint of humour in his voice. Charlie grinned. As they delved deeper and deeper into the base, there was still no sign of ‘life’. They had reached a large, square room, with an upper level and painted red lines, across the walls. A shotgun lay in a nearby corner. A bubble shield conveniently placed next to it. Charlie picked them up and glanced back at Ben.

“Just in case. You know I love to get up close and personal” Charlie purred, Ben nodded and Charlie could tell he was grinning beneath his helmet. Suddenly a buzz of static filled Charlie's helmet.

“Sir...Under...at...need...reinforcements, rebels.... in....” there was a sound of a stuttering assault rifle and the comm went dead. Charlie looked at Ben. Before he could tell him otherwise Ben had rushed off to find the others. Fool! Ben had always been rash and didn't always think about his decisions also he was ugly as fuck. He knew Ben would be OK. So, he turned on his heel and continued. He worked better alone anyway like the lone wolf everyone knew he was. He continued walking. The light started to fade here, and Charlie noticed the temperature readings on his display and decreased. He could hear sound. Voices. Up ahead. He crouched and ,slowly, moved towards the source of noise. He looked round a doorway and saw a large room filled with computer monitors. Five men also stood in the room. They were wearing Mincy armour. Spartan armour. He was confused. Spartans in a rebel base? He pushed the thought out of his mind, and made a mental note to report this to command. He slowly entered the room and remained in the shadows. He overhead a conversation.

“Three of them. We found them in Sector B, near the drainage pipes.”

“Hmm. Stevens should have been searching there. Fool. I imagine he believed it was a 'useless' recon mission.”

One of them was wielding a gravity hammer. One a shotgun. And the other three held assault rifles. Charlie, viewed the odds. Five to one. Perfect. He waited for one to pass him before initiating his attack. He jumped behind the man, and pushed the shotguns barrel right into their back and gently squeezed the trigger. A loud boom filled the room and the man dropped to the floor. A pile of blood and bones. In one swift moment, Charlie turned in one swift motion and shot gunned a nearby opponent. Two down. He saw two more charging towards him assault rifles firing. His shields took the brunt of the damage. And he threw a well placed grenade between them. They flew into the air. Dead. Before he could breath, the man wielding the gravity hammer lunged for Charlie. Charlie deployed the bubbled shield just in time. His own shields depleted he charged towards his foe and suck the butt of his shotgun right into their spine. Charlie heard something crack, probably his spine… and the man dropped to the floor spine broken. He checked his clock. Four seconds, five enemies killed. Not bad, but it had been close. He ran towards the computers and inserted an infiltration program into the system. Every single piece of information in the system was quickly,downloaded and Charlie placed the program back into his helmet. He turned and ran back the way he had come. Hoping that his team were OK. That Ben was Ok.



Ben limped out his cover towards his team. The lieutenant and sergeant were fine. But the private. He had suffered a hole through his chest. Well, what remained of him had. One of the rebels had fired a rocket right at the poor soul. Blown to pieces. Spartan J13. Joe. Ben had known him. He sighed showing no remorse and continued to survey the battle field. Ten rebel soldiers lay on beaten ground. Blood, covered the entire area. They thing that bugged Ben however was the fact the soldiers had been wearing Mincy amour. Spartan armour. He would tell Charlie once they were re-united. He would know, surely. He turned around to find his friend sprinting towards him. Charlie armour also had some some blood on it. Ben decided not to ask.

“What the hell happened?” Asked Charlie.

“Well funny you should ask it would seem that they were lying in wait like the cowardly faggots they are... were. Ten of them as you can see. They took the others by surprise, poor Joe was blown to pieces, as you can see.” Ben glanced once more to what remained. The Lieutenant appeared next to Ben.

“Sir.” Said the Lieutenant, “I must say, without the help of B16 here, we would not have survived, he killed at least 6 of them and saved me from a fatal blast.” Charlie looked at Ben.

“Well. This will be noted, and I will make sure to... cover it in my report”.

“Thank you Sir.” And the lieutenant walked to his fallen comrade. Charlie grinned. This was perfect. Ben had finally proved himself. Surely he would get promoted. He called in his team and called for evac.