I've been holding off on writing this story, mainly due to Halo 5's release, and my worries of it being practically non-canon as soon as it was published. I'm glad for doing that though, because Hunt The Truth's latest episode would've contradicted a major plothole in this story. I am aware that eventually this will stray from the main storyline greatly, I just didn't want it to contradict it straight away.

* / Chapter 1.

/ SECTION 3 EYES ONLY, THIS IS A PENDING INVESTIGATION.

/ COPIES ARE NOT TO BE MADE, Contact your section head immediately and enact BACKBURN protocol if you suspect any compromise or loss of operational integrity.

"Everyone was watching it, when Benjamin Giraud's story hit the shit house."

"It was perfect really, the way that the net seemed to catch Giraud just as his story concluded. Ending with him being the traitor, and the story having being discredited."

"I listened to every single audio log Giraud had made, before his eventual capture. I still keep copies of it actually.. I'll see if I can find them for you guys in a minute who didn't get the chance to listen before it was taken down."

"I don't know if any of you did notice this though, but when Ben was being taken away by ONI agents.."

He took a pause then, pulling up the image of Charles Kesler as Giraud was shouting his leaving messages.

"Charles was smirking at Benjamin's capture."

"I don't know why, but it almost seemed funny to him, as if he knew that would be the eventual outcome of Giraud."

He took a glance to his left, noticing the red blinking light that was notifying him of his microphone being online. Pulling up his COM Pad, he had a look at his livestream's chatter functions. This was all being done over Chatternet instead of Waypoint, for he wanted to be going as long as possible.

He quickly pressed the mute function on his microphone, and began to talk out loud.

"Mel, how long does it take you to retrieve five bloody files from ONI?" He said, shouting at his accomplice who although wasn't in the room with him, was there in spirit.

"You know, you could always just breach several thousand firewalls yourself." She replied, he could hear the humor in her voice.

"Yeah well.. You know that they'll discover you lurking. My livestream will only keep them so long." He said, a sense of urgency in his voice.

"There, got it. I'm transferring the files to your computers now."

Mel, short for Melissa was one of the very few people he could trust. He didn't know much about her, but he knew going into this he had to involve as less people as possible, due to that being Giraud's biggest downfall. He quickly pulled up his COM Pad, and viewed the files with his microphone still being muted.

"Perfect Mel.. This is what we'll need to finally take those assholes down."

Maxwell Kepler wasn't the smartest human alive, but he knew what it'd take to bring ONI's empire down. He just hoped that he would have enough time to do it.

"You guys seem to be really enjoying that image." Maxwell said, unmuting his mic and seeing the familiar red blinking light return.

His chatter feed was blowing up, with people debating over the image of Kesler enjoying Giraud's capture. Some were stating the image showed nothing, whilst a majority of listeners stated otherwise. Some were throwing death threats at one another, in an attempt to bring others over to their own side.

He clicked on the files that Mel had gotten for him. He had hoped that they were enough to get ONI's attention. There was varied medical records, about children that had gotten sick. They weren't what he was searching for.. He kept swiping until he stumbled upon a video that had gotten his attention.

"Mel, mind telling me how you got this?" He said, once again muting his microphone.

There was no response though. Mel could clearly hear him, as stated by their call's timer still going on.

"Mel, why aren't you responding? Are you okay?" He said once again, worry escalating in his voice.

Thoughts escalated through his head, some filled with worry and others filled with dread. She couldn't have been an ONI operative.. could she? She was the one person he had chosen to help with this, so the odds would be significantly high.

What if they had gotten to her? Guilt surged through his chest like a Sangheili lunging forward to skewer its enemy.

"Mel, respond to me.. please." He said, ultimately beginning to give up on her.

He needed to get his mind together, if she didn't respond then he needed to end the call, incase he was being tracked.. The stream could not end this quickly.

"Mel I'm sorry, but if they have you I have to prevent them being able to track me.. Stay safe." Ending the call, he noticed his hand was slightly trembling.

He quickly pressed the button on his mic, to unmute it again. Checking that his signal was still strong and that he was still streaming, he continued talking.

"So it appears that I have stumbled across some things that ONI would've rathered die with Benjamin Giraud."

"Of course there is still a chance that he isn't gone, but we really cannot be too sure with ONI. They like tying up loose ends."

He swiped up on his COM Pad, and the medical record's that had been sent to him only moments earlier by Mel fluttered up into his streams chat. It lit up even more as people had begun fighting over what they meant.

"These records were originally part of one of the many files that had been originally discovered by Benjamin Giraud on Bliss. A contact I have were able to safely retrieve them for me earlier on." He said, with his hands finally stabilizing as confidence returned.

"I have one more video that some of you may find interesting, but I think I'll save that until the end of the stream, until when ONI finally decides to bring both I, and this stream down." He said, still somehow managing to keep his confidence together even after realizing his inevitable fate.

He swiped on his COM Pad as he viewed more of the chatter in the chat. People were fighting mainly over the authenticity of the new files. He swiped on his COM Pad, and transferred even more files into its chat.

"I've just transferred all fourteen episodes of Hunt The Truth into the chat. This includes the last episode that Petra Janacek's conclusion of it all." Upon concluding that sentence, he muted his microphone again as to look at the file that had peeked his curiosity earlier. He found it interesting mainly due to its size, as the other files weren't as nearly as big.

It turns out it wasn't just a file, it was a video. Upon pressing play, he watched as a security camera filmed a pelican as it landed. As the back door opened, a man stepped out carrying a boy's body. The boy seemed to be asleep, as they carried him into an apartment building. A woman with her hair tied into a small bun seemed to follow him, carrying a COM Pad with her whilst doing so. He quickly had a look at the video's file properties, and saw that it was dated back to 2517. Within a matter of minutes, the same pair walked out of the building holding the same boy. But his appearance was slightly different. His hair was in a completely different position, and although it could be blamed on wind, he doubted it was so. As the pelican took off with the three safely inside, he noticed a small triangle carved onto the side of it. It was surrounded by a circle, and seemed to have a circle in the middle of it.

He knew that symbol very well.

"ONI.." He said with the tension in the air slightly rising.

He quickly unmuted his microphone, and continued talking for what seemed like several hours, but in reality was only two. By this point, his viewer count had doubled and he began answering viewer questions. One viewer seemed to know things that seemed to peek his curiosity, so he seemed to answer his questions more than anyone else. But when this question dropped, he didn't have an answer to give.

/ WINGEDFORCEZ: "So how did you feel about you being the only one left from your group?"

This person.. this individual.. They couldn't know anything about him, could they? He decided to continue the stream on a different note, and attempted to stray away from their question.

"So moving away from the questions, do you guys have any theories on what the disturbances Mshak Miraudi found could be?"

He glanced down at his COM Pad, and the livestream's chat began piping up with theories and speculation. Then they asked it again.

/ WINGEDFORCEZ: "You didn't answer my question, how did you feel about being the only one left in Alpha-Three?"

He paused for a minute, and took a deep breath. How sensitive was his microphone, could they hear his breathing? Was this person an ONI operative? Are they looking at him now, waiting for a time to strike? All of this waiting had left him extremely vulnerable and.. slightly unstable as a person.

He quickly muted his mic, as to prevent this persons distasteful pleasure at his discomfort in the case that they could hear his breathing. But how did they find out about Alpha-Three? After the Human-Covenant war it had been closed, with every file about its members erased..

So they had to be an ONI operative then.

He quickly unmuted his mic, composed himself and continued talking. Only once did he stop, to read what the person had typed afterwards.

/ WINGEDFORCEZ: "Please answer my question.."

He decided to ignore him, as the chat was doing. But were they ignoring him, or could they just not see what he had been writing? Are ONI operatives ready to just storm his apartment now, and take down his stream?

But he didn't care, and he continued talking.

After the war, he had been put on a Veteran's pension, forcibly removed from his job and had continued receiving payoffs from the UNSC and ONI to keep quiet about what he had seen during the war. Apparently he was "Too unstable" to be fit for active duty.

He loved it though, and they had taken the one thing that had made him feel alive. Not the feeling of killing, but the feeling of always having squadmates to back up on. They were his family, and he had been forcibly taken away from them without even getting to say goodbye.

He didn't even do anything wrong.

He quickly swiped on his COM Pad, and added WINGEDFORCEZ to the banned list. He didn't want to have to deal with anything else that person had to say.

But then it appeared again.

/ WINGEDFORCEZ: "Answer my question, and I will leave."

He looked at his COM Pad again, and saw that his ban list no longer included WINGEDFORCEZ on it. Fearing the worst, he quickly prepped the video for addition onto the chat. Thankfully he set the chat's settings to not allow everyone to transfer files, otherwise viruses would be flying everywhere.

He quickly typed lines of commands onto the chat of his livestream. Upon receiving WINGEDFORCEZ IP, he managed to add it to the IP BANNED list. He unmuted his microphone and attempted to continue again.

"I'm legitimately surprised they haven't sent anyone after me yet." He said, with a slight smirk on his face.

Looking at his chat, there were people still fighting over the evidence from before, the questions segment and now about his eventual capture and when it'd happen. But yet again it seemed that he wouldn't be rid of WINGEDFORCEZ as another line of text popped up on the screen.

/ WINGEDFORCEZ: "You cannot ban me. Answer the question and I'll leave."

His heart seemed to skip two beats after swiping to the IP BANNED list, and encountering the lack of his IP. He momentarily freaked out over this. Why do they keep coming back? What is their objective by doing so..? Why will they just not leave him alone?

Had he been listening more carefully, he would've noticed that he was no longer the only being in his room.