Insurrectionist facility

Leader of the Insurrection POV

Time skip 25 years after the fall of Reach

Hidden insurrectionist facility

As I walked with Connie down the hall of our facility I had finally come to a decision. I had been struggling with ideas on how to deal with Project Freelancer when they arrived. I only had one option that would allow us all to sruvive. One option that would allow us to beat back the freelancers, even if it was a risky option.

The freelancers would come no matter what we did. We have skilled soldiers, sure, but the freelancers, as much as I hate to admit it, are on whole other level. Not to mention their armor enhancements, A.I, and their weaponry being in top condition. Without help, they'll decimate us.

"Connie, I think it's about time I showed you something." I couldn't keep the slight trepidation out of my voice. If he figured out who we were as soon as he woke up, we would be done for. Our chances would be better with the freelancers. Much better.

"What is it?" Connie questioned. Connie is a former freelancer, code-named Connecticut. She wasn't on this leader board that the project had, but when it came to knives, damn it no one could beat that girl. Combine that with her holographic armor enhancement and she was deadly.

"We have a way to deal with the freelancers. Someone who will send them packing. We just need to convince him that we are not the insurrection." I kept looking straight ahead as we walked, noy daring to look at her.

While I couldn't see her face under her helmet I could FEEL her questioning gaze, "And who would be strong enough to send my old team packing? And on their own?"

I looked away, "He is a Spartan III. Apparently he is hyper lethal, and we all know how dangerous the one well known hyper lethal is." I noticed that Connie wasn't following me anymore, I looked back only to see she had stopped and tensed up, "Connie, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

For a moment she didn't reply. Eventually she seemed to gather her wits about her, "This...Spartan III...did he have his tags on him...?"

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a look of confusion clearly being on my face, wondering why she seemed so terrified, "Yeah, he had multiple identifications, Noble 6, B-312, and I think it said his name was Alex. Do you know him?" She shook her head but I knew something was up, but I don't have the time to question her now, so I decided to question her later.

Eventually we stopped at a titanium door. The metal was about one foot thick, a number pad being next to the door so that only people with the correct passcode could enter the room.

I had never told anyone about this room, or the person who was being held in it. He was dangerous, and I couldn't afford having some idiot taking a look around the room before they accidently let the spartan out.

"Well, it's time to wake the beast." I said as I stared at the door. I typed in the passcode 050302 and opened the door. When I opened the door Connie and I walked, at the end of the room was a single cell. Within that cell was a cryo tube, in front of the cryo tube being electrified steel bars.

Connie seemed shocked by all the security, "Is all this security really necessary? I get he's a Spartan, but he's still only one man."

I looked over at her, taking off my helmet with a grim expression, "This guy was the last surviving man on reach, surviving even after all his ammo was gone and his equipment destroyed. We need to be cautious." I walked over to a terminal that was on the side and shut off the flow of electricity, I then used the terminal to open the gate and to start the process of waking up the spartan.

"This spartan was found unconscious on Reach after the planet fell to the Covenant. My predecessor had originally found him so he patched him up and shipped him off of Reach. Hes been in that cryo tube ever since, he was meant to be a last resort to save the insurrection. And now all the trouble will finally pay off."

After about 30 minutes he should have been defrosted and awake, yet the spartan didn't get up. Fearing he was dead, I walked up to the old cryo tube, expecting to see a frozen and gross corpse, only for the lid of the pod to suddenly be ripped away from the pod and launched at me, slamming into me and sending me flying into the cells bars. A man in black armor that looked outdated compared to project freelancers climbed out, quickly falling to his knees once he was out.

I slowly got back up, feeling a cracked rib or two just from that one hit. Then again, we didn't exactly have the greatest armor to protect ourselves with, that happens when your leading an insurrection.

The man looked around, seemingly in confusion, "Where am I?" He had a deep, no non-sense voice. He seemed a little weak, but 25 years of stasis would probably do that to you. God knows how lucky he is to have survived for so long.

Now that he is awake its time for me to work my magic, "Your at a UNSC special ops facility. We found you in that cryo pod on an insurrectionist ship. They were keeping you under a deep freeze until they could use you. Luckily we came across the ship and were able to save you from them."

The spartan stayed silent as he looked at me so I took that as a signal to continue, "However, the same insurrection cell that was keeping you prisoner is now coming here to attack us. Their cell is called "Freelancer", and quite frankly we don't have the man power on hand to deal with them. So, will you be willing to help us?"

The Spartan looked around the cell for a while before he looked right back at me and nodded "Alright sir, I'm ready to help."

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