Noble Six. Hyper lethal. Body count in the quadruple digits, not even counting Covenant forces. He was a one man grim reaper. Jun removed another magazine from his vest, that was interrupted by the sound of a Warthog skidding to a halt. Followed by a heavy set of boots hitting the ground. Noble Six had arrived. A solid wall of gray marched past and into the CP, Jun keeping his attention on loading rounds into his magazines. Though the Lieutenant seemed a bit thinner then most male SPARTANS, he could almost swear he was a…but he pushed it into the depths of his mind. Probably a symptom of the PTSD, it'd pass. It always did.
He looked up as he placed his final magazine into his vest, Carter and the rest of Noble Team heading down the stairs.
"But leave that lone wolf stuff behind." scolded Carter, settling into his seat in the Falcon.
"Yes, sir." replied an oddly-feminine voice. Was that Six?
"You see that ass?" asked Emilee, his voice cutting into Jun's helmet radio.
Jun sighed, "What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about Six. That shit is F-I-N-E, Fine!"
"Boy's gone and got himself all worked up…" chuckled Jorge, joining the conversation.
"Eh, that's 'cause you're too old to know a pretty lady when you see one." shot back, Emilee.
"Forty one is the new twenty," replied Jorge, "And besides how do you even know she's good looking under all that armor?"
"Wait, Six is a girl?" asked Jun, he'd always had trouble telling female SPARTANS from female ones. Kat being the exception.
"Yes! The second fine piece of ass to join this team, and I'm gonna mount it like a Warthog!" shouted Emilee, pumping his fist for effect.
Jorge only shook his head.
"Cool your jets hotshot," said Carter, a hidden smile on his face.
"And next time, turn your radio off the OPEN channel." added Kat, smacking Emilee on the back of the head.
Jun looked over at Six, wondering how she felt about Emilee's little 'outburst'. The Falcon ride continued quietly, with Emilee sharpening his knife silently. Emilee never again referred to Six's 'piece of ass' and she never brought it up. But then again who knew what went on in the head of a coldhearted killing machine. Jun leaned back against the steel wall of the Falcon readied his rifle, after all Visegrad Relay was just up ahead. The true fun was about to begin.
