Revise paste Halo First Strike 27

"We're in position, Admiral," John reported. "ETA for repairs is two minutes."

"Roger, Chief," Admiral Whitcomb replied. Ionization made the channel flood with static. "When you're done, give the word and get secure. We'll be accelerating immediately."

"Yes, sir." So far, so good, John thought. Just another minute or two. A streamer of plasma appeared from nowhere. The tangled, crisscrossed Slipspace around them dropped the bolt of boiling
fire fifty meters overhead; it moved port to starboard-and vanished back into the void.
The COM shattered into white noise, and the motion sensors blurred... as did the active camouflage shielding of the six Elites who had been slowly-and until a moment ago imperceptibly-crawling toward their position.

"Enemy contacts!" John shouted. He crouched behind the dome of a sensor node and opened fire. A hail of bullets caught the closest Elite dead-center in its chest. The gunfire punched through its shielding and then tore into its armor. It tumbled backward and spun off the hull.-Chpt.24 pgs.268-269