I apologize for the shortness but I need some time to flesh out the outline a bit. And I definitely don't own Halo or Soul Eater. Other than that enjoy.
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Tanner sat at the comm unit allotted to him, trying to find out just what caused the system to cut the video feed from the cave and disable the console. Getting down from his chair, opening one of the metal panels at the base of the console to rummage through the wiring feeding into the console. Behind him he heard the the metal doors leading into the cramped comm room, followed by footsteps.
Looking up from his position under the console he saw the lieutenant looking down at him. "Sir?" Tanner stood up from his position under the desk.
Smiling he walked over to the confused doctor, taking his shoulder in his hand he gave Tanner a shake of camaraderie before walking over to the console. "Good job Tanner. Thanks to you we should have the subject under the scrutiny of your microscope in no time. Override code 3AB-5790-H75, clearance level: Charlie." The console rebooted before the large monitor screen taking up most of the space on the wall flashed back to life. The live footage from the hidden cameras in the cave obscured by the white smoke.
"You cut me off?" gave his superior a strange look while he talked. "Why?"
He sighed, leaning onto the console and crossing his arms over his chest, being mindful not to butt-dial any of the console's controls. "Tanner, I know you wanted to try and talk the subject down, but this operation is under some strict time constraints. So I took it upon myself to... expedite the process."
Tanner turned, putting the various feeds from the cave under his scrutiny. "Then why are you thanking me?"
Scratching the back of his head. "Tanner how can I put this in a way that won't offend you... ah the hell with it. Tanner you were a distraction."
"Such a morale booster sir." He diverted his attention away from the screen to look back at the lieutenant.
"If it makes you feel any better it has to happen to everybody at some point."
Tanner shook off the slight offense left by the cloak and dagger from his head. He was working with spooks for pete's sake, what else should he expect, breakfast in bed? Besides, they have bigger fish to fry right now. "So what about our avian friend in there?"
"A loose end." Extending his arm he tapped a button on the console. The screen's various camera angles changed their vision to grant the two the necessity of viewing the cave and it's occupants in the infrared spectrum. Seeing the outlines of the four bodies lying on the cave floor, showing up as red and yellow blobs. The red staying at their cores as the yellow radiated in various hues at certain places.
"So would our other hired help be considered a loose end?" Tanner glanced between the screen and the lieutenant, looking at the heat output of each body while paying attention to the conversation.
He paused seemingly gathering his thoughts before putting them to words. "Yes, but for now she's just unfinished business just because we don't have the manpower, resources, or time to deal with her. For now we just have to hold our part of the bargain."
chuffed. "So now we play the trust game?"
The lieutenant talked as he keyed his communicator. " I don't like leaving things like these up in the air. You know my motto, death is the best vow of silence." He then tapped a few keys on the console, changing the vision setting on the cameras back to the normal spectrum.
Tanner thought about it for a moment until the lieutenant spoke. "Well if we're done talking, I would like to start reeling in the net." He turned around giving the monitor his undivided attention as he rubbed his hands together. "Time to see what the jolly old fat guy left under the tree."
Tanner on the other hand thought over what he had just said to him. Would he kill him to cover some sensitive tracks? He was indispensable to this operation. He couldn't kill him, right? He thought back to his predecessor, he was thought to be indisposable too and he was court martialed... No he was not his predecessor. He would succeed where he has failed.
Sergeant Owens pressed the earpiece closer to his ear with his middle and forefinger. Listening to the earpiece he nodded. "Yes sir." He returned his hand to it's former position on his assault rifle. "Okay people we're live! Remirez get the door." He looked towards his left at one of the marines, motioning with his weapon to the keypad next to the gray metal doors.
The marine named Remirez went to the keypad. Typing in a code while the others positioned themselves around the door, weapons raised. The doors parted silently as they entered the room, fanning out as they did so. Soon zeroing in on the bodies lying on the ground.
The sergeant pointed, gesturing to three of the unconscious bodies. "Berns give 'em a check up."
Taking out a data pad, the marine crouched next to one of the bodies scanning the vitals. "Just what the doctor ordered."
"Sarge, what about the overgrown chicken?" Owens turned, seeing a marine nudge the creature with his combat boot.
The earpiece in the sergeant's ear went off again as he listened to the person on the other end. "No happy ending for tweetie bird over there. You know the drill. Clean his clock."
The marine nodded, aiming his rifle at the kishin egg's head, firing a short burst. The gunshots reverberated around the inside of the cavern and it's body stiffened before relaxing back to it's original state. Looking away from the execution Owens looked to the group of marines near the other pair. "Get these three into cryo and loaded up. Oh, and don't forget the body bag for chicken wings either."
Maka stirred, feeling the warmth at her feet. Pulling the covers closer to herself for comfort... Wait, covers? Maka jolted upright, eyes darting around as she looked at her surroundings.
Directly in front of her a fire danced, casting shadows on aged metal walls. Across from her a pile of furs and blankets moved. Getting out of the pile she was in, she tiptoed as silently as she could to the other pile. Peeking out of it was a white wisp of hair and Soul's headband. Relieved she pulled down on the blanket to reveal Soul's sleeping face. "Soul get up." She whispered trying to wake him so they could assess the situation together. Shaking him by the shoulders she whispered loudly for him to wake up. Getting only his head lolling back and forth as a response as she shook him she decided to wake him up the hard way.
Patting the pockets on her person she couldn't feel the hard surface of a book through the fabric. Frowning, she couldn't find much of anything not even her mirror, but those were every where. She would have to worry about that later.
Sighing she brought her hand up over her head. Guess she'll just have to do this without a book then. Bringing her hand down her palm connected with his cheek. Waiting for a moment she was surprised when he didn't jolt upright from the sharp slap. Instead his head tilted to the side in the aftermath of the wake up call. The red shape of her hand taking up much of the space on his cheek. Maka was debating with herself on just how hard she should throttle her partner when she heard footsteps behind her.
The source of the noise was echoing into the space from a run down door at the back of this rag tag interior campsite. Sensing a lone human soul coming her way she looked around for something that she could use as a substitute for Soul. Finding a metal pan lying on the ground next to the fire she collected it and moved as quietly as she could to a spot next to the door.
Feeling the cold of the metal through the clothing on her back as she stood near the door. As the human soul neared the door she leveled the pan on her shoulder like a bat, ready to strike. The footsteps drew closer and closer until finally a leg carefully stepped into the room. Maka watched as a guy wearing a heavy winter jacket walked into the room, but before he could take another step Maka zeroed in on him. Swinging the pan it connected with the back of his head with a thud, making him topple forward onto the ground. When she saw that he didn't move to get off the ground she slowly approached him, pan at the ready in case he decided to try and surprise her. Crouching next to him she used one hand to grasp his shoulder to flip him over, while the other one was raised over her head ready to strike. Rolling him onto his back she saw that he looked to be around her and Soul's age, with brown hair and a dash of unconsciousness. Now that that was taken care of Maka sighed before getting up to drag him.