The SkyHawk was back and starting its run straight toward him.
Even with his augmented speed, even with the MJOLNIR armorhed never make it to the bell in time. Hed never make it alive. He turned to face the incoming jet. Ill need your help, Cortana, he said. Anything, she whispered. The Master Chief heard nervousness in the AIs voice. Calculate the inbound velocity of a Scorpion missile. Factor in my reaction time and the jets inbound speed and distance at launch, and tell me the instant I need to move to sidestep and deflect it with my
left arm. Cortana paused a heartbeat. Calculation done. You did say deflect?
Scorpion missiles have motion-tracking sensors and proximity detonators. I cant outrun it. And it wont miss. That leaves us very few options.
The SkyHawk dove. Get ready, Cortana said. I hope you know what youre doing.
Me, too. Smoke appeared from the jets left wingtip and fire and exhaust erupted as a missile streaked toward him. The Master Chief saw the missiles track back and forth, zeroing in on his coordinates. A shrill tone in his helmet warbledthe missile had a guidance lock on him. He chinned a control and the sound died out. The missile was fast. Faster than he was ten times over. Now! Cortana said.
They moved together. He shifted his muscles and the MJOLNIRaugmented by his link to Cortana moved faster than hed ever moved before. His leg tensed and pushed him aside; his left arm came up and crossed his chest. The head of the missile was the only thing he saw. The air grew still and thickened. He continued to move his hand, palm open in a slapping motionas fast as he could will his flesh to
accelerate. The tip of the Scorpion missile passed a centimeter from his head.
He reached outfingertips brushed the metal casing and slapped it aside.
The SkyHawk jet screamed over his head. The Scorpion missile detonated.
Pressure slammed though his body. The Master Chief flew six meters, spinning end over end, and landed flat on his back. He blinked, and saw nothing but blackness. Was he dead? Had he lost? The shield status bar in his heads-up display pulsed weakly. It was completely drainedthen it blinked red and slowly started to refill. Blood was spattered across the inside of his helmet and he tasted copper. He stood, his muscles screaming in protest. Run! Cortana said. Before they come back for a look.
The Master Chief got up and ran. As he passed the spot where he had stood to face down the missile, he saw a two-meter-deep crater. He could feel his Achilles tendon tear, but he didnt slow. He crossed the half-kilometer stretch in seventeen seconds flat and skidded to halt. The Master Chief grabbed the bells cord and rang it three times. The pure tone was the most glorious sound he had ever heard.
Over the COM channel Dr. Halseys voice broke:Test concluded. Call off your men, Colonel Ackerson!
Weve won. Well done, Master Chief. Magnificent! Stay there; Im sending out a recovery team.
Yes, maam, he replied, panting.
The Master Chief scanned the sky for the SkyHawknothing. It had gone. He knelt and let blood drip from his nose and mouth. He looked down at the belland laughed.