She was nervous. There was no one in the room right now yet she knew it was only a matter of time. It was a small room, with a large mirror to the left of her and a door straight ahead.
A woman came out of the door. A stunningly beautiful woman with her golden hair tied back. Her uniform had no distinguishing features or sign of rank.
Now she was terrified. The woman was a spook, a spook with golden eyes. They were eyes of a predator stalking its prey. Eye's that brought back memories. There are things she didn't want to remember.
"You know why you're here?", asked the spook. She nodded; too afraid her voice would betray her.
"Don't worry, we're not going to execute you. After all you don't even exist". She was shaking now and her breathing was uneven.
"From here on out you will do as we say. You are a ghost, untraceable and expendable. You will do as you are told, Specter", the ONI Agent told her smugly.
"Spartan", she corrected her.
The agent let her composure slip a little and let a bit of the real her bleed through the icy exterior. Resentment and hatred burned beneath those golden eyes.
"I've always wanted to meet a Spartan. I was so looking forward to meeting Stacy Carter. Yet, the reports say she went MIA two weeks ago. A pity, really."
Their eye's met. She didn't mind the fact that for all her pompous self-aggrandizement, the spook still had to look up when addressing her.
"Spartans never die"
The agent smirked, "Let's put that to the test, ".