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Preface: Decision

0040 hours, October 15, 2525
Reach UNSC Military Complex
Planet Reach

Chief Mendez looked through the assessment reports, his frown deepening the further he read. He chewed the end of his Sweet William cigar as his fingers skimmed on the touchscreen monitor. His eyes scanned the various keywords that defined his trainees, scoffing now at then at the remarks made. He wrinkled his nose before shutting the windows down, leaning back in his chair, contemplating.

He couldn't believe that this was the doctor's decision. It was crazy, putting this plan into action. There were too many risks, too many variables...and too many egos. The Chief wouldn't admit it out loud but had grudgingly accepted that fact. About a month had passed since the augmentations of the SPARTANs, resulting in the numerous...

He remembered the talk he had with Squad Leader 117.

The Chief sighed; pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand then rubbed his forehead. He took the cigar out then called out to Deja. She voiced out her attention; the Chief told her to establish contact with Dr Hasley. He's made his decision.

Operation: KING OF THE HILL was a go.