My little Crysis

Spike was walking with Phsyco down the street, the day was uneventful, unless you count the morning. Spike looked at Phsyco, and Phsyco looked back. Phsyco then looked away, reloading his weapon and moving forward. "Don't you ever talk?" Spike asked, moving to cover, hearing voices.

"No." Phsyco said simply, firing at the CELL forces. He took down two of the four. Spike came out, firing at one of the soldiers. He killed one, then stabbed the other with a knife, causing the soldier to slump to the ground.

"Listen, if you have a problem with me, then be my guest, but at least talk about it." Spike said, reloading his weapon. Spike heard Phsyco sigh, and looked at him.

"It's not you, Spike. It's Prophet. Now that he's gone, who'll take down the Ceph? Who'll stop the CELL from reaching all over Equestria? I'm glad he picked you, but, Prophet was the best in our squad. I think with a little time, you could be too." Phsyco explained, looking away.

"Well, I could never be Prophet. But, I could be another friend." Spike said, patting Phsyco's shoulder. Prophet looked to his right, and turned his maximum armor on, Phsyco did the same.

"Tin man. Surrender, or be killed." A CELL helicopter came around, aiming it's weapons at Spike and Phsyco.

"Should we fight or run?" Spike asked, looking at Phsyco.

"Run, then fight." Phsyco said, running into another apartment.

Spike did the same, running up the stairs. Spike heard breaking glass behind him, that only made him run faster. Soon, he was on top of the apartment, and looked at Phsyco. They both heard voices behind them. "You take care of the soldiers, I take care of the chopper." Spike said, making Phsyco nod.

Phsyco disappeared through the door, only for Spike to hear screaming of soldiers dying and gunfire. Spike turned around, and jumped off the building. All Spike could hear was the thumping of his heart. He barely missed the helicopter's blade, it started it skim off the back of his armor.

Spike grabbed onto the front, punching into the glass, and grabbing his M16 out. He then started firing at the pilot, only for blood to splatter onto the glass, and for the pilot to slump to the seat. Spike put up the glass, threw out the corpse, and got in.

"Nothing to driving a chopper." Spike said, steering it towards the roof, where he heard shooting.

Phsyco was behind some ducts, bullets flying by, and a explosion went by behind the ducts. "Spike, you better get your sorry ass up here before I die." Phsyco said, firing his revolver at a CELL, making the side of the soldier's head explode, along with the helmet.

He reloaded, but heard something behind him. He looked to see some soldiers aiming at him, and a helicopter. But, the helicopter aimed at the CELL, going unnoticed by the soldiers, and fired at them with it's machinegun. One of the CELL looked back and started firing at Spike. Spike only smiled, and fired at him. When all of them died, he lowered himself, and smiled.

"Get to the chopper!" Spike yelled, and Phsyco started to run towards the helicopter. Phsyco jumped, and grabbed onto the edge. He started to slip, and almost fell off, but Spike grabbed him. "you're not dying without me saying so." Spike said, pulling him up.

"Thanks." Phsyco said, going to the front and heading towards Gould's apartment. "Problems with CELL. That's a big problem."

"You could say that again." Spike said, chuckling.