Her stolen ghost gave her speed, maneuverability, and nearly unlimited ammo. Her training and her AI’s ability to integrate and interpret data and deliver real time responses made her unstoppable.

She zipped through the enemy ranks mowing down three and four soldiers at a time. Those that didn’t fall fast enough, she hit with the front of the ghost at high speeds sending them flying like rag dolls. Monica relished the feel of the impacts.

The covenant were too tightly grouped to use their heavy weaponry effectively. The few that did, found their shots landing among their allies. In a few short minutes the enemy count had dropped from dozens to single digits.

She drove one handed, speeding toward the final clump of hostiles. With her free hand she readied the jackal’s shield. As soon as she was in range, plasma grenades rained down peppering the front of the ghost with white death.

“This is crazy!” O’riley yelled in her ear.

“It’s only crazy if you fail, it’s genius if you succeed.” Monica snapped back.