Chapter Two

0450 Hours, September 4th 2738, (Military Calendar)/

Station Cairo IV, Orbiting Planet Claotar

LaTymee stood outside the doors to General Kazels Office. He brushed off his armor and looked at the panel to the right of the door. He picked his hand up and stretched out one of his fingers. It hovered over the panel for a few moments, and then LaTymee clicked the green button. A small buzz sounded as the doors parted for him. He stepped inside and looked around for a moment and then his eyes fell on the receptionist at a desk. He walked over and looked at her as she typed on the console in front of her.

He stood at attention and announced his presence. "Excuse me Ma'am, Captain LaTymee of Silver Team reporting as ordered." The receptionist looked up at him.

"General Kazel has not yet arrived from his meeting with Chief of Staff Daniels. Please take a seat whilst you wait." She said smiling at him. LaTymee nodded at her.

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am." He replied and turned on his heel. He went over to a row of red chairs. He took a seat and rested his arms on the sides. As soon as he finished the motion, General Kazel walked in.

"You, in my office, now." Kazel said walking past him. LaTymee grumbled as he got up and followed Kazel into his office. Kazel sat down and grabbed a muffin off his desk and took a bite.

"Sir." LaTymee said a bit irritated that Kazel was ignoring his presence. Kazel looked up at him. He pulled a folder out of his desk drawer and through it on top of the desk.

"There's your orders now leave and no questions. They'll be answered in that." Kazel said pointing to the folder. He looked to his computer and took another bite out of his muffin. LaTymee turned back on his heel and walked out of the office. He proceeded back out of the waiting room and stopped outside the doors. He opened up the folder and skimmed through it. He closed it back up and continued walking on.

ODST Lieutenant Christopher Zechariahs sat on his bunk, laptop in hands, typing away. Three other ODST, all privates, sat around a small table playing cards. One of the more annoying privates, Kevin Trainer, began to bicker with one of the others, John Raevis, both extreme pains.

"You fucking cheated! There is no way you knew that!" Kevin screamed at John. John stood up, knocking the stool behind him over.

"Bullshit, that was pure skill and you know it! Don't start with me again!" John retorted. Kevin than proceeded to stand up and attempt to hit John. The third player, Ariel Kruger sat there, bored and irritated, watching as the two began rolling around the floor, throwing punches at one another. She got up and walked over to the two ODST. She kicked Kevin in the ribcage and grabbed John by the collar and threw him onto the table.

"Now both of you shut…the…fuck…up! God, you're giving me a damn migraine!" She yelled aloud. She then walked back to her chair and sat down, leaning back and crossing her arms. Christopher all the while had been watching, loving the entertainment at the moment. He took his attention back to his laptop. A few moments later, Brigadier General Addison Escalera walked in. He motioned for Christopher to follow him. Christopher sighed and got up, following the turning General out the door. When they were fully out, the door shut behind them and General Escalera handed Christopher a set of papers. Christopher opened them up and skimmed through them.

"Lieutenant this is a rescue mission, and about what happened is in there. General Fox wishes that you break off from the rest of the group upon arrival and look for what ever caused the following. These are strict orders so do not let them go, but stay focused on the task at hand as well." General Escalera hastily said and walked off. Christopher walked back in to the room and sat back down. He began reading through the orders and observing some photos. He got up after a few moments and tapped Ariel on the shoulder, handing her the folder. She read through it and looked up at him.

"So where the Hell is this place anyway sir?" She asked, looking back down at the folder.

"What place are you talking about?" Kevin asked eager to know what was going on. He reached out for the folder, and Ariel handed it to him. Kevin then passed it to John, and back to Christopher.

"I don't know some place called Prime III, a weapons testing installation was set up there and they lost contact with it four days ago. So we're being sent in with two other Squads. Silver Team, a group of Spartans and Elites and the other is a team of Black Ops named Black Spire Squad." Kevin looked at Christopher with a puzzled look.

"You mean Silver Team? The Silver Team that fought at the major battles in the Covenant Massacre Wars? Christ sir, they're living legends, one was the nephew of Spartan-117, from the Human and Covenant War." Kevin said smiling in the thought of fighting with one of the few Spartan and Elite groups left in the entire service of the UNGA.

"Amazing dumb ass, you just became the squad historian, now shut up." Ariel said, giving him a death glare. Kevin just stared back, pissed off at her.

"Well we leave in two days so that's it for our leave, cut short again as is always." Christopher said, returning to his bunk.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, we hope you enjoy your last forty-eight hours here at Cairo IV, Claotar. Please have fun on the rest of your stay at our luxurious hotel." John said sarcastically, pretending to hold a microphone to his mouth. Christopher just went and returned to his laptop and continued with his business.

LaTymee returned to Claotar's surface and was dropped off at the military base Silver Team was stationed at. He made his way to the barracks and sat down on a small bed. He placed the orders on a small table next to him and stared at them. This would be a type of mission Silver Team hadn't been involved in for quite some time. He got up and called the team together for a short brief on the operation.

Privates Scott O'Malley and Colin Muthig stood cautiously in the Prime III weapons facility and watched a large steel door. There were light taps on the other side of the door and they knew the door was going to give in soon.

"What the Hell are we gonna' do when that thing busts open?" Asked Colin nervously, raising his rifle to the door every few moments.

"Calm down Muthig, we'll be fine. That Engineer Brian Temme sent out that distress call and help should be here soon. We brought enough ammo with us for at least two days and were in the supply room. Food's stocked up to the brink in here." Replied O'Malley as calmly as he could.
"I still don't like it man. We are so fucked once that thing gets in here."

"No one's fucked and that thing is not getting in here. So calm down and take it easy."

"Scott, listen dude." Colin said quietly.

"Muthig I don't hear a damn thing. Now shut up and sit do- I don't hear a thing." O'Malley quietly said. Both raised their MA5C's and switched the flashlights on and took more caution. "Muthig open that door and stay ready, we gotta' get moving now." Colin moved to the door and pressed in the code. As the doors parted a figure clad in silver armor stood, head down and hands at his side. The figure slowly looked up and into the room.

His orange face plate was splattered with blood and in various other places of his armor. Scott and Colin began unloading their rifles into the figure, but not a scratch appeared. The figure walked to O'Malley and went to roundhouse kick him. O'Malley ducked under it and looked up, to see empty space. He turned around and saw the figure again and continued to fire. His rifle clicked and he began to run backwards, as did Muthig after his began to click.

"Muthig stay close and keep moving." Ordered O'Malley while reloading. Back in the room the figure looked down again and put his arms to his side.

The figure walked out, shrugged and said, "Heh." In a deep tone. O'Malley and Muthig were still running like all Hell. After a few more moments they stopped and turned to look behind them. Their pursuer was out of sight, but his heavy footsteps could still be heard coming ever closer. O'Malley nodded to continue at a fast walk, but when they turned around, the figure stood there. It looked up, cracked its neck twice and punched into O'Malley's face, crushing the skull, and watched the body drop. Muthig brought his rifle to his shoulder and pushed it into the figure's face and unloaded. The figure just stood their, head down staring at O'Malley's body. Colin emptied the rest of his clip into the figure's head until there was a loud click!

Muthig stepped back and fumbled with his ammo pouch and reloaded. He pulled the trigger to no victory. . The figure looked back up and punched Muthig in the chest. His chest caved in and blood was spewed out everywhere. His body slow fell down in the dark, with short illuminations from his rifle. The figure slowly walked back down the hall, leaving the bodies to their peace.

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