They still had the element of surprise; the Covenant would have never anticipated an assault on the heart of their operation. But how long would this advantage last? How long before that cruiser blasted their dropship to atoms? The Covenant
were not their most dangerous enemy. Time was.
Grace paused, muscled the fuel rod gun to a forty-five-degree angle into the air, and launched a round. The alien weapon hissed and spat a glowing sphere of energy. The blast arced over the half-kilometer distance, impacted, and exploded in a green flash. Grunts and Jackals flew through the air.
