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A Feeling of Importance chapter 4

Well don't start to expect updates so close together! I'm just putting this up because AP US history is doing its best to kick my ass… Also I would like to start out by saying thank you to all of you that reviewed the last chapter, 5 internet points to each of you! (thinking about doing a contest, first to 100 internet points gets a spot of some kind in the story, what do you think?) Also who would like to see some footage of me and a couple buddies playing Airsoft/paintball in the future, a good buddy of mine has a go-pro and I could possibly link to some of the footage of us playing (just 4 fun).\

Actual start of the chapter: P

"Well fuck…" I think I know what she is talking about, it's probably the augmentations, shit. "Augmentations?" I ask.

"Correct," Halsey replied. "I'm guessing that's in your book?"

"Yea… you didn't read that far did you?"

She confirmed with a nod of her head

"Well… I don't know how to put this, but it's really gonna suck."

"How bad will it be?" She hesitantly asked.

"It will have the most SPARTAN II casualties of any single 'operation' ever"

"Damn…"

"It is not your fault though, ONI won't give you the time that you need."

"Wait, a second ago, didn't you say SPARTAN II casualties, are you implying that more SPARTANS will be made?"

Fuck! Me and my big mouth. "Um… yes, I did."

After I finished saying that an angry look crossed her face.

"You may want to have a 'chat with COL. Ackerson… or introduce him to the SPARTANS well in a few years that is, he hasn't done anything yet… I think."

As she considered this I prepared to ask a question of my own. One that had been on my mind since I found out I would be a SPARTAN II… well assuming I survived the augmentations. "If I may ask, which group of SPARTANS will I be working with?" I asked a little bit apprehensively. She looked up at me, the beginning of a grin on her face. She then called

"John, come on in."

Holy fuck… I'm on blue team.

"John, Andrew here is the newest recruit for the SPARTAN program. He will be joining you on Blue team. Do you think that you guys can help him catch up on some of the advanced training?"

"Of course Ma'am."

"Good to hear. Ok then Andrew, you are now released from bed rest and you are to go get acquainted with the rest of your team. Your clothes are in the locker over on the wall, the rest of you possessions will be returned to you at some point in the future." After saying this she then proceeded to walk out of the room.

Well… that was fast

John cleared his throat and then addressed me, "Once your dressed go to hanger bay 3, we are about to ship out for something new, Dr. Halsey tells me it's a non-combat exercise, so you ok for now."

"Got it." I replied ready to get moving and meet the rest of the team.

"And just to get this out of the way now, I don't trust you yet… Dr. Halsey refused to tell me anything about you beyond the fact that your position in the squad will be a multi-role one, CQC, demolitions, and engineer."

Well at least he hasn't completely rejected me… right?

"That doesn't mean that you will never be part of 'the group' but it does mean that you have to earn your place."

I can do that… I think.

"That is all and I'll see you in a few hours."

"Later then."

After our brief but nerve racking conversation I got up out of bed (I was in a bed ion the hospital wing the whole time) and went over to the locker Halsey had mentioned and grabbed my clothes, which believe it or not were still the ACUS (Army Combat Uniform) that I had arrived in the universe with. Well this will lead to some interesting conversations… person one says… Why is that guy wearing a uniform that looks like it came straight out of a history vid? Person two says… maybe he's just a fagot, yea that must be it! Well at least it may make the SPARTANS think a bit more highly of me… maybe.

After finishing my mental ramblings I finished getting on my uniform and walked out the med bay door and nearly walked right into a UNSC quartermaster with a rucksack and a few other items held in his arms.

"You Andrew?" he asked.

"… Yea," I replied a bit questioningly as I looked more closely at the load he was carrying.

"Well here is your kit, the Doc asked me to get it to you."

"Thanks."

"No problem" he replied as he dumped the assortment of gear at my feet.

I started to pick up the gear and in the case of items such as what seemed to be the modern equivalent of a plate carrier, helmet, and other essential gear, put on. After going through the pile I saw two separate items sitting side by side that made me as happy as a little kid on Christmas morning… before me lay a M45 Tactical Shotgun and a M6G Magnum. After the mandatory moment of awe for looking upon such great firearms, not to mention the fact that didn't in my wildest dreams think that I would ever see the real things, I finished going through the pile and found a small tacpad that looked like it could easily clip onto my armor that had a folded note attached to it. It said, here is the secure link you requested, both Mendez's and myself have our com codes in it, Good luck SPARTAN 095, Doctor Catharine Halsey.

Andrew, Spartan 095, I think I can get used to hearing that…

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Thankyou all for reading! Let me know what you think, I'm extremely encouraged by the feedback I have recited, well most of it at any rate. I find it funny and inspiring that my first ever Fanfiction almost has more views than the YouTube channel which I started over a year ago when this story has been up for only around three weeks!