A/N: Hello all! Welcome to my first fanfic. I was at work and thought this would be a pretty awesome fight, so here ya go.
She ran. Her rage and thirst for revenge fueled her search for him. Of course the voice in her head helped. Her name is Allison, or it used to be. No one called her that anymore; now everyone just called her Tex. Agent Texas to be exact : the best freelancer there is. At least that's what they tell her. Tex didn't care about that though. She needed to find him- no, not him- it. That thing had to pay for what it did to Carolina; and pay it will.
He ran. His mission was simple; stop an out of control agent. Apparently he attacked fellow agents in his project and stole their enhancements. John didn't care about the equipment, but the murder of fellow soldiers is unforgivable. Master Chief was charged to bring down the rouge freelancer. He would not fail this mission.
He watched the two humans run toward each other. He lives for one purpose. To hunt. Word has spread throughout the universe that this "Master Chief" was the universes most fearsome warrior. He will test that himself. For he was a Yautja, or as the entire universe knew his species as, The Predator; and he lives for the hunt.
Tex ran through a maze of storage crates inside a warehouse. This was Maine's- no. What did it call itself? The Meta, she reminded herself. This is the Meta's last known location. That thing wasn't Maine anymore, and she will not treat it as such. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost ran into another person. No, soldier. No, not a soldier; a Spartan. He was in regulation armor, dark green. He stopped almost as soon as she did. Tex didn't know who he was, nor did she care; he was in her way, and nothing was going to get in her way.
Master Chief stopped short as he spotted another Spartan. Black armor. Strange. "Cortana give me a bio scan," he said to his a.i.
"For some reason, I can't get a read on him, Chief," she answered back, sounding as perplexed about it as he felt.
"That's weird, is he the rogue freelancer," Chief inquired.
"Don't know, maybe. There's a good chance he is. Just stay on your guard."
Tex just stood there watching her opposition. It was clear he was sizing her up. Or was, at least, trying to. She tried to do so as well, but she was distracted by a deep voice inside her head. 'Kill him. Do it. He's in your way. Don't let him stop you from your goal. Kill him. Kill. KILL! KILL!' She hated when Omega got like this; it made it almost impossible to think. Almost. "Stand down soldier," Chief said as calmly as possible. Well as calm as he could be while pointing his assault rifle, which, oddly enough, was extremely calm.
"You stand down," was the freelancer's reply as she drew her twin magnums. He was wasting her time, and she would not let anyone waste her time. Two beings watched the stand-off from the shadows. One was thinking of the possibility of taking two trophies home. The other was almost gone, that is until it felt the presence of two a.i. one of those was a full a.i, and there was no way in hell it was passing that up. So, as the two Spartans faced off, The Meta decided on who it should kill first.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter (like anyone is actually gonna read this). I just wanted to get this out there as a sort of teaser. Please drop a review and let me know what i could do better. See ya until next time