MC's suit made a sound like searching. "Yes, two humans, five Covenant, and a ton of these bacterial-aliens."
~Do you know what you're doing, Chief?~ Cortana asked as MC walked down a corridor.
"No idea," he replied cooly. "You know, that's the longest I've heard you stop talking."
~You're pushing your luck, Chief.~
General, if you're not using it, could I have the army for a few days?