Hello again guys, I'm back from erm... a day or a few hours... :)) anyways, This chapter is all going to be Jenkins' Background, and i think will be i bit longer than the last chapter, anyways i hope you guys Enjoy!

PS. guess why i used A249 as the SPARTAN's TAG :D

Chapter 2

Combat Medic

Private Wallace E. Jenkins,

Identification Tag : 02482130,

Completed basic training at November 7, 2552

Born at June 16, 2535

Jenkins was an average student of Preston Cole High, He lived in the Inner colony of Reach about 10.5 Lightyears away from Earth. He lived like any average boy. He liked guns, and action. He wanted to get enlisted in the Military as soon as he graduated from High School. Jenkins always thought the Military was always being John Rambo or being a gungho one man army hero that saves the Day at end like any other action movie, but everything he thought was wrong.

In the southern part of the Viery territory lies Camp Highlock, one of the main facilities for UNSC Marine training

*The first day of training*

*Sound of Trumpets*

"Rise and Shine LADIES! and get your scrowny Ass UP or i'mma beat your ass till your AWAKE MAGGOT!" The Drill Sgt. said.

'Ah Crap...' Jenkins thought.

As the drill sgt. was inspecting the fresh raw recruits standing out of bed, He saw Jenkins murmuring at the corner of the barracks and had a little interest on pissing Jenkins off his first day.

"You! What's your name Maggot!"

"Ss-Sergeant! Wallace E. Jenkins ss-Sir!"

"That's DRILL SERGEANT MAGGOT! What's With that pussy ass attitude! NOW DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY!"

"Ss-sir Yes Ss-sir!"

Other recruits were laughing at Jenkins' Intial reaction to the first day of boot camp, The Drill Sergeant glared at the recruits like a blood-hungry Elite.

"Why the hell are you all laughing maggots! NOW ALL Y'ALL DROP DOWN AND GIMME A HUNDRED!" Drill Sgt. Cooks Shouted

"Looks like another batch of "Guns of Duty" playing faggots.." the Drill Sgt. Murmured

...

-*Plasma fire grazing through concrete*-

"JENKINS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

"Ss-sorry! Moving!"

Running through Plasma fire.. falling through broken roads of the city of Suez helping the fella get up and fight , I still remember those days...

"Ok, Where did he get shot at?" Jenkins said.

"MY ASS JENKINS!" The young corporal. cried.

"NO NEED TO GET DOUCHY ON ME YOU ASS!"

"I'M SERIOUS MAN! I got shot in the ASS!" Cpl. Travis shouted

"Ah shit. Get me a HACKSAW NOW!"

"I'm on it!" The Marine said.

Apparently Cpl. Travis got shot in the ass by a Brute Spiker and is currently in cover in some concrete traffic wall, apparently thats not good place to get shot by huge metal spike that's traveling as fast as bullet.

"How the hell did you get shot Travis?" Jenkins shouted at his buddy

"I'll tell you everything later Jens! But right now you need to get this Spiker out of my ass!" Travis cried and laughed.

"You asshole! Haha alright, just sit tight!" Jenkins Laughed

A few minutes later

"Where's that HACKSAW I REQUESTED DAMMIT!" Jenkins cried.

"Is that saw comin... an... faster...? I'm feelin' light headed Jens..."

"Fuck. Hold on Travis I'll be right back! You get over here can cover him!"

'These days... Not everyone is reliable...' Jenkins thought

I Remembered as i ran through the smoke and plasma fire that was coming behind me, trying to get that hacksaw on the overturned M831 TT.

"Ah shit.. WE GOT A MAN DOWN OVER HERE! Somebody attend to him!" Jenkins cried and asked for help.

"Don't worry mate We've got him. Move on." The Marine said.

"Copy that, Keep him stabilized" *hands out 2 shots of Epipens*

Jenkins was running like crazy finding that overturned M831 TT, but alas He found the overturned M831 TT over a low wall near the city block

"Fuck fuck fuck! Where the hell is that Hacksaw!"

"Ah there it is!" Jenkins said.

As Jenkins got the Hacksaw for Travis, He ran back like a roadrunner on steroid while being chased by a Coyote in the middle of the desert.

"Wha... took.. you.. so.. long..." said while slowly losing conscious

"Don't worry asshole, I got the hacksaw here, You can thank me later. Right now i gotta get the Spiker out your ass!"

"You.. Son of ..." Travis Laughed

"This might hurt a bit" *Jenkins stabs Travis with a dose of Epinephrine*

"AH FUCK! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Travis cried.

"Oh... you know... just a dose of Epinephrine" Jenkins laughed.

"Ah crap... just get this Spiker out of my ass!"

I Remembered how i pulled the Spiker out of Travis' bottom, and hell... He was whining like a dog saying how that hurt so much...

"Your now good Travis now get up!"

"Ah fuck, where the hell is my DMR? i musta dropped it..." Travis said in confusion

"So lemme get this straight, you lost your gun... In the middle of a Firefight... WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"Heh... I was shot ok?" Travis reasoned out.

"Ah crap... do you have a Sidearm?"

"Erm..."

"WHAT THE HELL MAN!... Ah shit, i'll lend you my service pistol. DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT LOSE THAT! UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes boss." Travis said sarcastically

"Now let's kick some COVENANT ASS!" Jenkins shouted

Gunshots... Plasma fire, Bullet casings.. Grenade pins... overlaying magazines on the ground. I Still Remember those days...

-Chapter End-

WEW! That was a mouthful.. or should i say.. a HANDFUL! *puts on sunglasses YEAH!* damn... that was a lame joke. Anyways Feedbacks on this chapter would be nice and tell me if i improved on the last chapter :D And tell if me the joke on the lost DMR was funny or lame as crap Peace!

~Me-We

Oh yeah. have you guys Figured out why i used A249? :D