Agent Michigan's Hideout - Several years after the fall of Project Freelancer...
Agent Michigan sat on his bed in his lair, fumbling with his DMR. Why he had a bed, he didn't know. The Freelancer had not slept since he had been recruited into Leonard's project so many years ago. He wondered if any of the other operatives had survived. All conact with them had been lost years ago. Suddenly, a Forerunner monitor hovered into the room. "Yes Vindictive?" Michigan said, with the asumption that his AI needed to inform him of something. "Security systems diagnostic check complete. All defenses are online. No intruders found," the ball replied in his low, computerized voice. "Excellent. Return to patrolling the base."
The hideout was originally a monitoring station for a Halo ring that Michigan had repurposed and added some of his own modifications to. He had found the monitor, 2363 Vindictive Watcher, at the station. Since then he had only communicated with Watcher, and nothing or nobody else as he wanted to remain completely hidden. How long would he hide? Mitch didn't know. Perhaps he would return to civilization one day, perhaps not. He had secured his AI in one of Project Freelancer's facilities long ago, so there were no loose ends for the Freelancer to tie up. Whether he returned or not, it did not matter. Michigan had no family or friends left.
UNSC Frigate Master of Deception - Many, many years ago...
Captain Michael Williams, Orbital Drop Shock Trooper of the Unite Nations Space Command, walked out of the Pelican behind his old friend Allison. The two hadn't seen each other in years, but had met up once again when Mike's team had been sent to rescue her squad of Marines from the clutches of the Covenant. All of Michael's ODSTs had perished in the fighting, but many of the Marines had survived. "See ya around, Mike," said Allison. He hesitated, knowing how much Allie hated goodbyes, then replied, "I'll see you, too," refraining from using the word.
Michael and Allison never did meet again. She would later be killed in the war, many mourning her loss.
UNSC Frigate Master of Deception - Several years later...
It had been several days since Michael lost his second team. All he had done for the past several days was sit in his quarters, hardly eating a thing. Suddenly, over the intercom, "Michael Williams to the bridge please, Michael Williams to the bridge." Mike got up, wondering if he was being sent home. He exited his room and put on hos helmet, proceeding to walk down the corridor to the elevator and press the "up" button.
When he saw his old buddy, Leonard Church on the bridge next to his commanding officer, Michael was very surprised. "Leonard?" he asked. "After seeing your prowess in combat and survival skills, Doctor Church made a request to have you implemented into his military testing program, Project Freelancer. After the loss of your second team, my superiors deemed you would fare better as an agent of Doctor Church than remaining with us," his officer informed him. "You are to be transported to the Mother of Invention immediately." "Follow me, Michael," Leonard instructed in his heavy southern US accent. Mike followed Dr. Church to the hangar and they boarded a Pelican. "Four-Seven-Niner, we are ready to depart," Leonard said to the pilot.
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