As the sun sets on a stark figure on a mountain, only the sound of the wind is heard.
the figure is knealing before a monument dedicated to a hero who made the ultimate sacrifice for humankind
he removes two items from his person, a note and a M6A. He looks at the note and reads it aloud:
To John:
I have always wanted to tell you I knew what you had become. The earmark behaviors you had as a child were oh so eminant in your new form. The reslessness, the need to be the best, never giving up in a fight that you knew you would lose. All of these were youre best traits. When they told all of us you had died, i didnt believe it for one second. Then 10 years later, we saw the Spartans deploy against the Indies. I saw how they fought and saw you in them all, but 117 always stood out as the one who reminded me of you. Now, youre gone to for the second time, and this is my final tribute to you. May I find the peace you now have.
Your Best Friend,
Steven.
Then the figure stands raises the pistol at a 45 degree angle, fires a salvo of three shots, then turns it to his head.
A single shot echos across the plains as the sun finally dips below the horizon.