Chapter Two
10/25/2552 0700, Gabon, Africa.
Ensign Daniel Bayer was a Spartan II. One of the best, maybe third to the Master Chief. Right behind Fred. His existence was classified, unknown to the rest of the Spartans. Even Dr. Hasley didn't know he was living. He was Spartan 150, the last Spartan in a sense. He was part of ONI, Section zero. He knew more then most of the Navy, and he was proud of it. He proudly wore Mark VI Mjolnir armor, and it worked just the way he wanted it too.
Perfectly.
The Spartan walked through the savanna of Gabon. Its yellowish green grasses almost blended in with his armor. But he had more pressing matters at hand. Specially those four jackals and that one brute. The brute was punching a fatally wounded Elite.
Bayer thought for a moment, why the hell was a Brute beating the hell out of an Elite. That didn't make a whole lot of sense what so ever. But the elite was neutralized so it wasn't his problem anymore. Daniel was wielding a BR55 Battle Rifle and a MA5C Assault rifle, so he could cover almost any range he needed.
The brute spat something out of his mouth, and said something that his armor's translator understood. "The prophets would be proud."
Daniel checked the screen of his battle rifle. He still had a full clip of 36 rounds of 9.5 mm bullets. He poked his head out of the deep grass, and aimed the rifle. He pulled down on the trigger and a powerful three round burst stroke the side of a jackel. It popped in and air and fell down on to the ground.
The brute became alerted and went for his brute plasma rifle on his belt.
Daniel shifted his aim, and popped a three round burst into the head of the brute. The brute popped into the air as well, and fellow harshly onto the ground, lifeless.
By this point the jackel's had there shields on, ruling out a direct attack. Daniel charge at the jackels, who only sprayed a volley of weak plasma pistol fire at him. The green plasma was absorbed by his shielding of his armor, and then Daniel gun bucked on of the jackel's shields.
Shield instantly fell, and Daniel's follow through smashing his guns edge into the face of the jackel. The jackel's head fell back, and Daniel heard a cracking sound. The jackel fell onto the ground dead. Next Daniel turned to his right where the other jackel was. He aimmed his weapon and let a three round burst pop out of the barrel of his BR55 Battle rifle.
One of the rounds slipped pasted the shield and blasted the brid alien in the eye. A purple pint of blood splattered out of the eye, the other two rounds deflected off the side of the alien's shielding.
Daniel popped the clip out of the weapon, and put in a new fully loaded clip. He had a funny little feeling that he was going to need the extra ammo soon. So he ejected the assault rifle from his back. The weapon popped into the air, and Daniel swiftly placed his Battle Rifle onto his back plate, and gripped his assault rifle.
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"Wait, let me see if I understaned this, Major." Said General Ryan Dexter to Major Lena Marcastle. "Your group of scientist's stationed in Gabon have picked up strange readings from some place else where in the country? Readings so strong only hundreds of Banshee's and hundreds of phantoms, plus a few coveant crusiers could make, plus something so strong it would make the Master Chief jump out of his armor three times over?" The General took a big hale of smoke into his lungs and then said; "Wow…"
The General was a man in his early 60's one of the oldest generals in the Marine Corps. Best one two, now in charge of the Earth defenese. But from Major Lena Marcastle's perpetsive, Earth was routed. Brutes and elite's fought each other all the time, human's were caught in the crossfire each passing moment. It was a horrorible thought, little children smacked with hot plasma… flesh… burning…
No! The Major pushed it out of her mind.
Lena was a black haired green eyed women. Striking, but not terribly beatiful. More of cute in a sense. "Yes sir." The Major began to reply. "But 'wow' isn't the words the intelleince community would use to descirbe it." She stated.
The Major was part of Section Zero of ONI. Her jobs were so secret. In fact she shouldn't even be giving this briefing. But hey, she wasn't here to be a kiss ass, she was here to give the facts to the general. "We deployed our best agent to investigate this annoymly."
"Who would that be?" The General asked, just preying for information it seemed.
"Your not cleared sir." The Major stated. It was true, he wasn't cleared for that information."
"Damn it."
