He kept his eyes on the ground, knowing to avoid eye contact with the gray-haired beast, something he learned from all of his studies before arriving. He'd watched video feeds of humans who dared to stare defiantly at Brutes and were beaten into mush in seconds. Even the slightest eye contact was some form of challenge they could not resist.-Chpt.3 pg.57
Taking out a camouflaged Elite in close combat meant dealing with the combined might of the alien's armor, firepower, and brute strength. An Elite patrol usually carried one standard-issue Covenant plasma rifle, if not two, possibly a plasma pistol for backup, as well as plasma grenades, and if Roland and Jonah were particularly unlucky,' an energy sword. To top it all off, they'd have to find the damn thing before it
found them.
"I'll tell you as you move, but right now if you don't put on some clothes and do as I say you will be dead in a couple of minutes." Mo Ye was using a tone he'd never heard before. He started moving.
In less than a minute, he was up, dressed, and fastening his boots. The confusion and torpor of the drugs were still softening the edges of everything. This still didn't feel real. Mo Ye be-
gan to brief him. The news wasn't good. But it certainly was real.
