Hey guys Monty here. just wanted to say that i dont own anything except Delaware, Montana, and Psi. reviews would be awesome plus no hate just constructive critiscm and stuff like that. Alright enjoy. I writing this with wednsdayA 3567.
The blue and purple armor clad figure looked up from the holo-projector. He noticed three other sets of eyes on him. He stood out like a sore thumb amongst the ODST members. With full blue recon armor and a purple trim, sniper rifle magnetized to his back and an SMG on his thigh. He was quite intimidating. He looked back at the blank holo-projector. Wondering why it's wasn't showing anything.
"May I suggest you turn it on?" Came a female voice from the back of his head. "Oh, right, thanks Psi." The man turned the projector over and flipped the switch to on. "Don't mention it." Psi replied cheerfully. I am such an idiot he thought to himself when Psi decided to interrupt his thoughts. Again. "I disagree. I think you were just side tracked is all." Psi replied lovingly almost motherly.
"Do you always have to listen to my thoughts? And why might i be side tracked anyway?" Came the mans quizzical but joking response. Psi nudged the man playfully getting a wholesome smile in return. "I don't have to. Psi replied smirking sitting on the arm rest near the man. "But I do
think you're remembering Delaware." Psi explained, obviously hitting a sore spot. She immediately logged off when she saw the look on his face. And then she added almost as an afterthought "Yet again." Whispering almost inaudibly for the usually perky AI. "Well you aren't wrong there." Sighed the man as he remembered his lost partner and love. He could never forget the day she died.
3 years ago, Mother of invention
"Monty! Get your ass over here" came a yell from a soldier in tan MJOLINR armor. Wielding a shot gun and firing at two similarly clad figures moving from cover to cover. Trying to avoid the paint being flung by the shot gun in all directions. "Hold on I'll be right there York!" Came Monty's short reply. He aimed down the sights of his sniper. Putting a soldier in orange and blue armor right in the middle of his sights. He realized the other soldier had no idea what was about to happen and smirked to himself. BANG! That poor guy didn't know what hit him. "Great shot!" Came York's strained voice from the other side of the arena. "Now how about you come and help me?" York finished while he shotgunned one of his two targets in the chest. causing the lock up paint to harden straight across his opponents chest. "On my way now!"Monty stood up from cover putting his sniper on his back, while demagnetizing his SMG from its holster on his thigh. "Can't wait all day here!" York complained. Still trying desperately to shoot the other soldier. This one was quite fast though. Proving himself to fast even for bullets. Monty ran over and quickly assessed the situation. York was failing at shooting the soldier moving at high speeds across the floor. Monty began to sport a devilish grin as he formed a plan in his head. Coming to a decision he called to York. "Hey York!" Monty tried calling to the tan warrior. "York!" He tried again to no avail. He gave up and used the COM-link. "York it's me I need you to keep that last one busy for me I've got a plan." Monty quickly relayed the plan to York who seemed to love the idea almost like he loved Carolina (A/N will be explained soon enough) "Fucking-A dude, go for it." That's when York began insulting the speeding warrior trying to keep his attention off of Monty. "You suck so bad you make cheap whores look good!" York called out to the soldier. Monty looked back at his friend giving him the "what the fuck was that?" face. "Worst. Insult. Ever. Of all time." Punctuating every word Monty ended his sentence chuckling to himself at his friends stupidness. "Shut up Monty." York hissed through gritted teeth. Monty just laughed, sheathed his SMG, and activating his armor enhancement he disappeared as he went invisible and began to put his plan to action. Monty crept up to the path of the soldier and waited about two minutes before the soldier came all the way over to him. When he ran around the bend Monty stuck his foot out and tripped the running soldier. As the soldier began tumbling Monty de-cloaked himself while he stood up and unsheathed his SMG he walked briskly over to the downed soldier. Monty stood over the panting soldier as the man on the ground looked down the barrel of both a shot gun and an SMG. The soldier wore teal MJOLINR armor. He just glared at them from where he lay. "It's been fun and all but sadly all things most come to an end." Monty proclaimed mockingly. "Have a nice day now." Monty finished with a smile. "You son of a-" came a female's voice before being covered in lock up paint. "Round over, congratulations Agents New York and Montana" came F.I.L.I.S's cheery voice over the loud speaker. The two friends high fived and clapped each other on the back when they heard a man with a slight southern drawl call them "Agents New York and Montana, my office, now." The man finished sternly. As they began walking towards the directors office. "How come they always say your name before mine? I'm just as good if not better then you." Monty complained to York with a sly smile when they arrived at the directors office wondering what lay in store for them. York started to chuckle and said "Stop being such a baby and move your ass." As they made the final trek to the directors door.
"Do you know why I called you two in here today?" The director asked the men standing at attention. They replied in unison "No sir." The director got up and began to pace the room, while pictures of a base began to click by. The base looked to be in a desert and heavily guarded all around the perimeter. "You two along with a new recruit will break into this base and retrieve a set of time sensitive data crucial to Project Freelancer. Are there any questions?" Finished the director after the mission summary. Monty slowly raised his hand. "What is it Montana?" The director asked while slightly encouraging him to ask his question. "Sir when is the mission set for? And who and when will the recruit be here?" The director looked at his soldier and replied. "Two weeks from now. As for the new recruit however she will be joining us in-" he paused to look at the clock and continued. "Ten minutes. Now before you get excited you know the rules." He looked over at the blue freelancer. "Agent Montana" the soldier stood a little more erect at being mentioned directly. "You will be her mentor and she will room with you." Turning to York. "You will be moved to Carolina's room as a result of her being the only one with an empty bed." A smile began to dance on York's lips. "Agent Montana go down to the hangar and wait for Agent Delaware. Dismissed." He added as he turned towards his desk. The troopers saluted and made there way out.
"I'm a fucking mentor?!" Monty yelled as he hurried through the crowded hall towards the hangar with York tailing him. "You know it might not be so bad, having a student and all." York nudged him when he said that. "Your a perverted bastard York, you know that right?" Monty shot back. "Well I've got to go move out of our room and into Carolina's." He finished with excitement in his voice. "Bow chicka bow wow." York turned towards his friend. "Do us all a favor and shut up. Monty laughed as he made his way towards the hangar.
He walked into the hangar waiting for the pelican to drop off the new recruits. A few moments later the pelican came into the hangar. As it landed he felt a knot form in his stomach. Here's to the end of my freedom he thought to himself. "It doesn't have to be. You never know she could be very nice. And pretty." Came his AI's voice. Her orange hologram floated in front of him. "Now you sound like York." Monty stated to the ever smiling AI. "Here they come." Was her only reply. The back door of the pelican opened and multiple soldiers walked out. All of them male. He began to think she wasn't on this transport. And then right as he was about to give up she walked out. "Yup I'm fucked." Whispered an astonished freelancer. "I told you Zack." Psi triumphantly exclaimed. "Don't rub it in." He began to walk towards the beginning of the end of his life.