Foehammer

Foehammer saw a construct up ahead, a headland beyond, and a whole lot of Covenant troops running around in response to the sudden and unexpected arrival of two UNSC dropships.

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Foehammer spotted her bird, gave thanks for the fact that it was undamaged, and ran up the ramp.

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The ship shuddered as it hit a series of air pockets, then swayed from side to side as the pilot who referred to herself as Foehammer wove back and forth through an obstacle course of low-lying hills.

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The Chief could imagine Foehammer at the controls, fighting to save her ship, eyeing the causeway ahead.

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Now, as Foehammer dropped her passenger into the muck, she was glad to be an aviator.

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The tower Foehammer had mentioned appeared up ahead.

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“Roger, Cortana,” Foehammer said from somewhere above, “I read you five-by-five.”

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High ground — and the possibility of signaling Foehammer for evac — drew him on.

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McKay, Foehammer, Keyes, and all the rest of them.

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The Pelican had gone in less than sixty meters from the spot where Echo 419 had dropped him off — but the surrounding foliage was so thick Foehammer had been unable to see the crash site from the air.

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