Well, this is a short chapter. All Master Chief's POV.
Walking into the large room that acted as an office. There before a computer was a Spartan III standing up. Armor in a stand in the corner. Computers against the walls and tables in the middle of the room.
"Palmer I swea-" He turned. He was incredibly tense when he turned. One could have read it as anger, but really it was worry. As soon as he get a good look at me he shook his head.
"My apologies, I knew you were coming." He apologized as he set aside the datapad in his hand.
"You did?" I questioned as I moved further in. The door shutting behind me.
"You are hunting my old Teammate." He spoke with finality. "She broke ties with me years back." He gestured to a chair to the side of the room."
"You know me." It was strange for one to be aware of who I was outside of my armor.
"I was on a team with a Spartan II for years. You tend to pick up a few things. Including what Master Chief is like amongst his family." He gave me a pointed look. He was speaking what he wanted on record. But I knew that look. He knew something.
"So she is alive."
"Simply put, yes. Will she return willingly to the UNSC, no. Not after watching the rest of Noble die."
"I've been told that before."
"You should believe it. She was there when the Covenant was found on Reach. She was there when the planet started to fall to ruin. She had each of our six's and acted as our scout. She was the pilot for Operation Upper Cut. She was falling into the atmosphere as the slip space, that took Jorge's life, went off. She limped back from the wilderness into New Alexandria as it crumbled. Injured she faught against the covenant for days. She cleared the ONI offices to help give us breathing room. She was right next to Kat as a Needler round went through her skull. She was there when Carter sacrificed himself so She and Emile could get out. She was there when Emile was stabbed through the abdomen. After that she got tight lipped on what all happened. I got two weeks of time where she was off the grid. In four weeks, she watched them die."
"Why didn't she return."
"I don't know, when I caught up with her. She was so out of sorts she almost killed me." He pulled down his shirt collar showing a long scar, it started up from his upper neck and went down, and below his collar bone. "Keeping it off the record, away from a small cell. It's all I could do for her."
"And now she's killing people."
"Criminals really, else that Private would be dead."
"You have the evidence to support that?" He got up at the question. Moving over to a locked cabinet. Unlocking it after a retinal scan, vocal lock, and a hand scanner he pulled out a folder full of papers. He dropped them on the table next to me.
"There. Now, leave her to herself exile." He turned and went back to his work. His gaze strayed to the only part of the wall not covered in screens. It was a display of six weapons. An old Magnum, a large custom machine gun, one DMR, a battle rifle, a single sniper rifle, and a large knife. All of old models. Some looked to have taken major damage at one point or another. Hesitantly, I took up the battle rifle.
"That was Six's weapon when she first landed on Reach. Was the hardest thing to hunt down." it was a rather blunt in the unspoken words. 'Leave it alone.' I set the weapon back gently. Taking the file, I turned to leave.
"If you really want her out of the shadows, dangle something that belonged to Jorge. If it is authentic, and trust me, she'll know, she'll come out." I nodded my head and then left the room. He didn't give me much, but it was something. More than what the Spartans in ONI gave me.
Tada
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