It should be made apparent that I do not own Halo or any of it's characters.
Prologue
There was a loud hissing noise as the bulletproof glass casing unattached itself from the remainder of the metallic device. The cryotube swung open and a man in full body armor stepped out. A normally calm man, the Master Chief pulled out the Magnum strapped to his waist and pressed himself against the nearest wall.
There was a soft clicking as the footsteps coming down the hallway became louder.
John readied himself as a dark shape entered the unlit room. The intruder's head swiveled around the room to look directly at the spot where the spartan had been a few moments before. Suddenly, the elite that had walked in felt an iron bar tighten around his throat. The small muzzle of a hand firearm pressed into the small of his spine.
"Don't move."
The Chief threw the other figure against the wall, spun him around, and pointed the gun straight at one of the beady, yellow, and cat-like eyes. The elite put his hands up and began to speak, but the spartan had already dropped the weapon.
The Arbiter held out his hand, and John shook it roughly. They both knew that their alliance was still intact. The next fourteen hours were spent exploring the vast labyrinth they had been trapped in.
There was night.
There was rest.
There was morning.
End of Prologue.