Hello, everyone. I would like to apologize, again lol. I know I said 3 months max and I took way more than that. And I apologize again. I been super busy and been working a little bit on my second Fanfiction and so forth as well. I will try and hopefully get the next chapter in as quick as I can. I tried to do some extensive research into military operations, jargon and been asking vets I knew in real life. I got one of my friends to help, a former Green Beret which was a great help.

Another great point that someone brought up was if a Noble Six was too cold in demeanor. Remember I am doing this to have fun but also learn and improve my own writing. So input is greatly appreciated. Anyway, do you guys agree is he to Cold? when Six meet those kids in the school. I tried to Come him off as a professional, one that has been disciplined as a veteran soldier to hid his emotions. Six is in a new environment and being trained as an elite member of the Naval Special Forces he would be alert and cautious. He's trying to teach these kids to be focused and safe in this new apocalyptic setting. Six has been living a life few people in this world will truly understand. A life of pain and hell Six states in the Wikia is not a cold like Emilie but he's also not soft hearted as Jorge he's a bit in between. He's seen the real world and as such has a cynical, realistic view on the world. So as you said he is a soldier it's his job to protect everyone. Six will try but remember he is only human, a damn near perfect badass human but a human nonetheless. TBH I used the ending scene as a scapegoat and I wanted him to meet the main cast. Lol, you got me there. So give me your input on what you think. Do you like these small snippets into sixes life? Do you want to see him meet military from other countries? Thanks and enjoy the read!

"A true leader has the confidence to stand alone, the courage to make tough decisions, and the compassion to listen to the needs of others. He does not set out to be a leader but becomes one by the equality of his actions and the integrity of his intent."- Douglas MacArthur

2100 Hours, March 25, 2547,/

UNSC ORION-CLASS SUPERCARRIER PRIMORDIUM IN ORBIT OVER ARCHIMEDES VII, ON EDGE OF LEONIS MINORIS SYSTEM

Primordium mess hall

A large Orion-class supercarrier flanked by two Daring-class frigates the Lernean Hydra and the Ladon is seen hovering over the large rich planet of Archimedes VII with one natural satellite. The world contains a biosphere suitable for human life, characterized by vast greens oceans, rolling plains of palm grass. The rich world is known for its vast underground gems and ores, oil, and large amounts of untapped energy. It is also a large known military research station and few prestigious military academies. The Primordium was there as an extra backup when word reached that a possible Covenant attack would ensure. The large cruiser lengthens in over 3 kilometers and a width of over 120 meters, ten meters of Titanium-A armor, armed with two magnetic accelerator cannons, Archer missile pods, Point defense system and a Shiva-class nuclear warhead it was a force to be reckoned with.

Aboard this massive ship, a deep conversation about life and death was going on in the chow hall. The room was filled with tables in different sizes and the far left the place where food was being served. To the very right of the room was an isolated medium sized table with benches on it and a large window in which you could stare into deep space, away from all the main tables. This was the fabled spot of a group of special force soldiers. Who were in the middle of a serious conversation.

"I'm being serious Tarkov. Why would it be named that?". A teenager wearing a variant of the Spartan BDU's (Think halo legends Babysitter the ODST undersuit) said. The teen was around 15 years old. White, had dirty brown hair, and light blue eyes, broad shoulders, athletic built and a small scar most likely a combat knife across his handsome face. He was currently chewing on what is considered to be pork from the plate in front of him and glancing in front of the guy he was directing the question too.

Tarkov; a tanned 16-year-old sporting the same uniform, large broad built with beefy arms and broader and more muscled than the other guy, onyx black eyes, and spiky black hair had both of his hands behind his head and was resting his feet on the table. A cup filled with liquid was beside his feet. "Well because M12 LRV is too hard to say in conversation, Sam."

Sam did chewing and swallowing the pork sighed. "Yeah I know, I get that but why a warthog? I mean, it doesn't really look like a pig…"

Tarkov removed his hands from the back of his head and took a sip from his cup. "Say that again?"

Sam took another bite of his food. "Well … I mean, it looks more like a puma."

Tarkov raised his eyebrows. "The hell is a puma?"

The third companion at the table now awake from a nap from the clearly vital intelligent conversation. A bit smaller that Tarkov but still athletically built teenager around 16 brown hair, olive skinned a few small scars shrapnel most likely donned right above his left eyebrow, had green eyes that practically spoke eyes of a warrior, and was chewing a toothpick. He yawned before getting up from his laying position on the bench and stared at the other two. "You mean like the energy company located on Edenius. Puma Consolidated and Corporate Energy?"

Sam shook his head. "No Buck, like a puma. It's a big cat, like a lion."

Tarkov glanced at Buck before back at Sam. "...you're making that up."

Sam ready to murder his long time Spartan brother and friend groaned in annoyance before he turned to the guy sitting beside him. "Fine let's ask our oh wise and powerful squad leader. What do you think Jason?"

The now identified Jason sat in deep silence, arm on the table and chin resting on his hand staring out the large window. He was awoken from his thoughts when an elbow lightly nudged him. His aqua green eyed turned to the right and stared into the eyes of Sam. Sam noticed Jason's face and his smirk changed that into a face of concern. "Hey, Jason you ok man? Jason?"

Buck called out too. "Hey, Jason? You ok bud?"

Jason glanced over to see his fellow team had the same concern and worry over their faces. He then looked back at Sam and put on a smile. "Yeah of course, never better. Why?"

Sam replied with an odd "Well bec-..ah nevermind."

Sam then continued on grabbing an apple from his tray and biting into it before responding. "I'm right either way. Warthog is a stupid name."

Tarkov narrowed his eyes. "Fine smartass I'll bring some evidence into this." Tarkov grabbed the datapad from the middle of the table and started typing away.

Jason looked at each of them before at Buck. had zoned out a while back and missed the whole conversation. "Did I miss something?"

Buck shrugged. "In the same boat as you but it seems they are arguing as for why we call our light reconnaissance vehicle a 'Warthog'."

Jason stared at him deadpanned. "You're kidding? This is what you guys are arguing about? Not about who's the better shot? or who's better at killing split jaws?"

Sam now half way done his apple interjected before Buck could reply. "No, A. We all know it's me. And B. he's right and so am I. It's should be called a puma."

Tarkov faced the datapad so that it was facing them. On the holo screen, a picture of said warthog was on display. He pointed to the front of the vehicle. "See these two tow hooks? They look like tusk. And What kind of animal has tusk?"

Sam in a straight face replied with "A walrus."

Tarkov narrowed his eyes. "When I get the time, I 'm going to kill you. Slowly and painfully." Getting an idea he glanced over at the other tables. Most were empty as most of the crew and soldiers already retreated to their bunks and was left were soldiers who returned late. Jason's team well Sam and one other were out on a mission and did not return until 1900 hours. so they did not get food until now. He noticed a team of marines eating at the table, not from their location he called out to them. "Oi! Steven?"

Steven a tall marine, blond and blue eyed in the middle turned around and waved. "Hey, Tarkov! What's up?"

Tarkov replied in same fellow manner. "Hey, man not much. You and Ben mind coming over gotta ask you something." Steven looked at Ben who shrugged. They stood up and walked over to them. Normally conversation between Spartan and marine was rare. Marines usually had this generalizing that Spartans never talked and were cold. Tarkov had been on a few missions with Steven even saving his life. As such they became friends. They finally arrived and stood right in front of them. "What's up?"

Tarkov smiled at them before looking at Sam who had his eyes narrowed. "Sam and I are having a little bit of a disagreement."

Steven replied with a confusing look. "On what?"

Tarkov grabbed the pad from his lap and showed it to him"On what should be the proper name of the light reconnaissance vehicle the M12 LRV. I think it should be called the proper and common term of a warthog. and He thinks different. Looking at this image. What does this car remind you of?"

Steven looked closer. "That one? Well, I mean.. it looks pretty weird.. has this strange shape. If I had to guess it looks like a, uhh.. like a big cat of some kind."

Ben turned to face Steven. "What, like a puma?"

Steven nodded. "Yeah man, there you go it looks like a puma."

Sam laughed and chucked his empty cup at Tarkov. Haha oh man that's awesome! Told you! Who just lost a bet."

Tarkov had a look of utter and complete betrayal. He glanced back at Sam. "I'm going to poison your next meal."

Just as Sam was about to retort a loudspeaker boomed. "Members of fire team Cerberus, Lieutenant Jason Wintergreen, Senior Warrant Officer Samuel Church, Ensign Tarkov Stark,

and Petty Officer Second class Gabriel Woods report to Mission Room 8 for briefing immediately."

Jason stands up and stretches before shuffling to the left, Steven and Ben move out of the way giving him some room as he gets out of the bench. "Guess that's our queue for a mission." The others nod and stand up exiting the benches. Sam pats Steven on the back and thanks him much to Tarkov's annoyance before he grabbed his food tray and walked over to the trash can and dumped the leftover food before placing the tray on the table. He walked over and joined his other 3 companions who were waiting for him patiently. Sam finally caught up to them and lightly shoved Tarkov from behind. "Ah what a sweet win amirite guys? Wonder what I can do for two weeks during Cleaning duty."

Tarkov narrowed his eyes. "Like hell! I want a refund. That was purely based on favor nothing more. That was some bull shit."

Jason just shook his head smiling at the two arguing back and forth and they continued on to find their other member of the team who was most likely in the training rooms.

Finally arriving at the standard training room reserved for them he removed his ID from his pocket and swiped it on the keycard. I The door opened to reveal a large room with all sorts of training equipment, a large boxing ring to the side and a small open mat for combat in the middle which was being used by two people. Jason and his squad walked in and stood to watch the spare. Jason saw his two squadmates, Gabriel, the one on the left. Hispanic, tan skin, and brown eyes and hair, athletic build and leaner than his opponent on the right. Ensign Sean Romanov. Brown haired and Green eyed. He had a strong built, athletic and bit broader than Sam.

Gabriel narrowly dodged a fist aimed at his face he then stepped in, pinned one of Sean's arms to his chest, and followed through with a hook to his ribs. Sean staggered back for a minute. Gabriel noticed this momentary opportunity and ran in for a right hook. Sean has regained his bearings in time and dodged it and followed through with a side kick at Gabriel's groin.

Gabriel went down on the ground for a second. Before he flipped off the ground. Wiping the blood from his mouth he smirked and stepped forward going on for a right jab before snapping an ax kick. Sean blocked the jab with his forearm and then immediately ducked under the kick before sweeping Gabriel's legs from under him.

Gabriel hit the ground hard in a grunt. Sam stiffened a laugh and Jason replied with a "How many losses is that one now Gabriel? Four?"

Sean looked up and noticed Jason and the rest of the team. He folded his arms and smirked before walking over and extending his arm out towards Gabriel who took it, and then pulled him towards the floor and wrapped his legs around his body pinning him.

Gabriel smirked before looked at Jason. "Make that three now."

Sean wiggled free from the grip and replied with a muttered "sore loser."

Standing up they both walked over and greeted Jason. Sean then replied with "you here to spar?"

Jason shook his head. "No, got a mission need Gabriel over here. Surprised they didn't call you or Buck."

Buck interrupted before Sean could speak almost eager to be back on a mission. Despite having records as the perfect Special Operations Forces they were still teenagers. "Sean and I have our own mission in a few hours."

Jason raised his eyebrows. "You don't say? Well, what's the mission about."

Buck jested in a light tone. "Can't say. ONI Classified. Would have to shoot you if I told you."

Jason sighed."isn't it always with ONI. Alright, we'll good luck. Try not to get Sean killed. A bit of a rookie out in the field if you know what I mean."

Sean snorted. "Oh har har, very funny. If I recall correctly wasn't it you who got us trapped in that giant forest and we had to survives of snakes and birds for a week?"

"Touchè my friend, Touché. Good luck with the mission then, we should probably report to the briefing room then."

Sean nodded and shakes his hand before Jason, Gabriel, Tarkov, and Sam walks out the room leaving Buck and Sean. Sean turns towards Buck. "You up for a spar?"

Buck smiles. "Definitely. Just prepare yourself for an ass-kicking."

Sean got in position and raises his fist keeping his head down. "Don't count on it." He rushed towards Buck and they Sparred.

Mission briefing Room.

The door opened up and in walked the young Spartan team. They took their respective seats and waited patiently. Sam and Gabriel were having a hushed discussion and Tarkov was glancing at a datapad filling out field reports. All of a sudden the door opened and a medium-built man dressed in officer uniform walked into the room. Jason recognized the name tag that donned above his left pocket. Commander Cain Lash.

Jason instantly stood up and snapped a salute. "Commander on deck!" His team shortly followed after.

Commander Lash stood in the front of the room near the wall pad. "At ease." He said. He clasped his hands behind his back and stood firm. The Spartans returned to a relaxed position.

"Take a seat."

They all sat down and waited eagerly for the mission as Commander Lash brought out a picture on the wall pad. "This is Wallace Ambrose, Governor of the rich jungle planet of Actium located in the Hellespont System." The holographic image then changed from an image of the governor to a large green planet.

"Actium has been in a rough spot since it's inception in 2505 and has been combating large amounts of rebels on the planet Who are needless to say creating a power vacuum over the raw materials. Governor Ambrose has invited guest to the Solstice Celebration hosted at an embassy in hopes of addressing this issue and to find some sort of solution. On the day of the event, a covert terrorist attack took place and the mansion was brought down with explosives. 423 civilians were killed and dozen more were injured. The governor's wife and daughter were buried in the rubble and he barely made it out alive."

A few murmurs went around as the Commander went on. "Two weeks after the attack we got intel from one of our teams who found out the identity of the ones responsible." The holo pad changed that into an image of a middle-aged man in his late forties, black hair and a vertical scar going down his left brown eye in UNSC uniform. "This is Carlos Menendez. First Lieutenant and arms dealer of the infamous insurrection group, the Watch Dogs and a former ONI officer for FLEETCOM before shortly joining insurrectionist forces. We believe Carlos orchestrated the attack under orders from the higher ups."

Gabriel whistled. "One bad guy. Former Member of the Black Hand Hitman organization and is responsible countless bombings, assassinations and attacks on UNSC outpost and civilians alike. They nicknamed him the 'The Butcher' for his Brutal torture methods were he often left his victims looking like freshly butchered meat. Last I heard he was killed during the Battle of Kyerncos when an ODST team and Joint PMC'S were sent to take him out."

Tarkov glanced at Gabriel with a raised eyebrow. Gabriel noticed and looked to his left facing Tarkov. "What?" He said. "I do my homework."

The commander nodded. "You aren't wrong. He was listed as KIA. We were just as surprised to find he was alive and part of the Watch Dogs no less. Anyway, last week one of our covert team got wind of Carlos operations. The team reported that Carlos is expecting to sell ONI Classified documents, codes and blacklist of key UNSC personnel for weapons. The team also intercepted one of their packages and found everything from military grade rifles, grenades, and rocket launchers. To state of the art M820 Scorpions, M12LRV light reconnaissance vehicles, dozen K-20 Jackhammer Missiles and a C-17 targeting system."

The Sam smirked at Tarkov when the M12LRV was mentioned, Tarkov glanced over and noticed this. He narrowed his eyes mentally promising to kill him later. "Now obviously this is bad for our regional allies and we believe Carlos will strike again. Being very much opposed to this peace agreement as they will close all trade routes to the north of the Planet and is creating a new War Measures Act which will ensure a full frontal retaliation force. We believe they are using jamming devices as we don't know an exact pinpoint of the compound. satellite drone shows that we believe it's somewhere in this area. A large thick rainforest. Perfect cover." The pad brought up a satellite imagery of where it is believed to be. He pointed to a large patch of land.

"This is where you come in. We got the wind of when the dealer will arrive and will arrive in exactly 35 hours. You will have exactly that time until this mysterious buyer and Carlos's deal take place. We can't spread word that UNSC boots are on the ground cause it's only gonna further complicate things. So You will be using stealth for this one."

Commander then faced Jason. "Jason." Jason instantly sat up straighter upon his name being called. "You will be commanding on this mission and leading phase one of the operation, taking out the Carlos and the Buyer, however, you won't be the shooter for this mission, that role belongs to the other team that will be joining you." He then glanced over at Sam, Gabriel, and Tarkov. "Once Jason team has taken out the two. During all the commotion and chaos You three will have a very limited window of opportunity to get in the compound and grab any key intel which could lead us to the Watch Dogs upper commanders and their location. Any information will be vital in taking down this insurrectionist organization."

Takeover raised his hand and the Commander nodded, "with all due respect sir, wouldn't it make more sense to capture him alive and the buyer as well?"

Cain shook his head. "Negative. Carlos controls that sector and is well rotted in. If we take him out, we break operations in that part of the sector."

Jason folded his arms and stared straight at the Commander. "Support?"

Commander glanced back at Jason and replied "Support will be limited and minimal on this mission. This is to ensure that word does not spread out of our involvement. You will be leading a team of ODST on this one and will have to pack light and well. QRF forces are on standby to exfiltrate you out should it be deemed necessary or if the OP is compromised. But only as a last resort."

Gabriel raised his hand. Commander Lash nodded. "Yes Petty Officer?"

"Did you say ODST Sir?"

Commander noticed where this was going but nevertheless responded. "I did. Is that a problem?"

"No sir!". Everyone knew of the famous rift between Spartans and ODST. Ever since the legendary match in which a Spartan 2 at 14 managed to kill3 highly trained ODST spread like wildfire. Most Spartans got the resentment for it and as such going on a mission with em will be quite the picnic."

The commander nodded. "Good."

Jason then raised his hand and Lash nodded. "What will be our extraction options sir?"

"You'll have two options: A panic button that will relay a distress signal to a pre established listening post. Also, you will have the QRF. I'll leave the extraction up to you. But let me point out. This planet is very large. Almost double the one we are currently orbiting. The circumference of the planet is almost more than a few million kilometers. Making it almost impossible to canvas with ONI surveillance craft. If things get too hot, you will be on your own. Any other questions?"

They all shook their head. The commander glanced over at Jason. "Lieutenant? "

Jason snapped at attention. "Sir!"

"Assemble your team and equipment. Be ready to muster in 30 minutes. Meet your ODSTs in hangar 9. You will have access to one pelican as your vehicle of entry and exit, they will drop you off as close as they can but due to the heavy vegetation and unknown hostile count, you will be journeying on foot. Good luck Spartans and Godspeed. Dismissed!"

They all stood up and saluted the commander as he exited the room. Jason glanced at his team of Spartans, teenagers almost adult yet been on more combat missions than the average marine of 5 years. "Meet me in the weapons locker in ten minutes. Dismissed!"

They all saluted before returning to their lockers and equipping their Spartan armor.

The weapons locker aboard the Primordium had been stocked with a bewildering array of combat equipment. In the large locker room, there were tables with guns, knives, communication gear, body armor explosives, medical packs, surveillance gear, portable computers. Jason stood to wait for his team.

A few moments later the door opened and in walked 3 heavy custom armored Spartans. Jason inspected them and his helmets head up display configured and noticed them. Sam or as his field op code name popped up C-73 'Theseus' after the Athenian who was trapped in the maze with the minotaur and killed it. Sam armor consisted of a tactical LRP chest plate, On his right shoulder he had the Security shoulder pauldron with the Kukri knife sheathed on the plate and his left was the Gungnir model. Left arm had a tactical pad and right arm a U/A bracer. the right leg had a black tactical soft case, knee guards were the model Grenadier and his helmet the Commando variant with a red visor. His personal insignia consisted of two black combat knives crisscrossing each other and a red minotaur bull head seen visible on his chest. He also had the standard insignia of their unit. (Noble Sixes personal insignia) Armor colors consisted of onyx black and inferno red.

Jason then glanced over at the next taller Spartan that walked In. Tarkov or C-42 'Hercules' as he was donned. His chest plate consisted of Hp/Halo, One Commando shoulder pauldron on his left and a Gungnir shoulder pauldron on his right. On his right wrist, he had a tactical/ugps and left arm assault/breacher. right leg a white tactical soft case. His legs consisted of Grenadier. His helmet was of the EVA variant, its visor was black and had a largely faded skull plastered on the face. (Emilies helmet) with a command network module. His armor colors consisted of all black. His personal insignia consisted of a bronze sword with a golden lion head mounted on it located in the right upper part of his chest. He also wearer the standard insignia of their unit on his left arm.

Next was Gabriel or E-56 'Perseus' after the Greek hero who slew the snake-tressed Medusa. Gabriel's chest plate was of the tactical recon, right shoulder a Commando pauldron and a sniper pauldron on his left. On his right wrist he has an Assault/breacher style and on his left a tactical tacpad, utility was a tactical/soft case on his right leg. Knee guards were Gungnir. His helmet consisted of the Fotus (Halo 4 helmet) with a red visor. His personal insignia consisted of a golden Greek shield with a black Pegasus in the middle of the shield and two golden Greek Xyphos crisscrossing each other. He also had the standard Insignia of their unit.

Last but not least Jason E-03 or Achilles after the Greek hero of the Trojan War who was said to be invincible except in one part the Achilles Heel. took his helmet off and placed it on the table. He glanced over at his armor. (Same armor as Noble Six except the Colors are black and red and the helmet is the Halo 3 Hayabusa one as it is only a few years before Fall of reach so they armor would not change that much, and I liked the Fotus helmet and Hayabusa one. Use The reach armor generator or search up each armor piece if you want to see it) Jason's personal insignia was a golden Greek shield with the red famous Spartan helmet and a large black spear intersecting it vertically plastered on the middle of his chest and the Units insignia on his left shoulder pauldron. In fact, the whole team codenames are all named after famous Greek Mythological heroes. While most Spartan teams used SPI armor there were a few groups who were so elite and well trained that they were given Mjolnir Powered Assault Armour. Only a handful of groups is known to have this. Including Noble Six, Gray Squad, the Headhunters(halo waypoint) and fireteam Cerberus, and a few others.

Jason glancing and noticing that his team were all present started the briefing. "Alright, we leave in 6 mics, pack light but be prepared for a firefight. Without recon data on this place were going to move silent but quick or we will miss the buy."

Gabriel leaning on one of the chairs twirling a razor-edged combat knife in boredom. The knife twirled perfectly in glittering arcs. He Balanced the point of the knife on his armored finger for several seconds perfectly still, before he tipped it slightly watching the blade fall slightly he plucked it in the air and sheathed it in one deft move. He looked up at Jason. "Lt?"

Jason glanced down at Gabriel. "Yeah?"

"Permission to take point?"

"Denied. I'll be taking point on this one Gabriel."

Gabriel nodded and they all started selecting their weapons first. "Seven point sixty- two times fifty-one caliber rounds?" He asked.

Jason nodded. "Yes, everyone grabs the same rounds if you are breaching so we can share the clips."

Jason walked over and grabbed an M392 DMR, it was perfect for this mission as it was usually used in recon missions for it being medium-long range, it was equipped with electronic targeting and a supply indicator. Jason pulled out his clip he replaced it with an extended clip, he also switched out the EDOS-optic and traded it for a Nova-X8 scope for longer range. He also grabbed a handful of ammo clips and placed them in the pouches located on his chest and in his tactical case. He then went over and grabbed an M60 Magnum as his secondary. He also grabbed a large 20-cm blade, one serrated edge for throwing and sheathed it above his left pauldron.

Gabriel grabbed a fresh MA37 assault rifle from the locker shelf pulling the trigger a few times he then switched the underside for a grenade launcher attachment. He then walked over and grabbed a DMR from the shelf and placed it as his secondary. And an M6 as his backup. Also grabbed a few frag grenades from the storage and equipped them. He placed five extended clips in his ammo pouches.

Tarkov was next, he went to the heavy weapons locker and grabbed an M739 light machine gun or 'Saw' as it was called. He opted out the standard clip for a drum magazine which could up to 120 rounds. He then opted out the smaller scope for a larger more superior ACOG scope. He then grabbed a Tactical M45 shotgun. He grabbed a handful of 8 Gauge shells and placed them on his wrist breachers and in his ammo pockets. He traded the traditional stock for a vertical pistol stock and traded the underside for a tactical flashlight. Also grabbed a few hand grenades and placing them on his body and in his pouch.

Last was Sam. Sam walked over and also grabbed an MA37 assault rifle. He then equipped a muzzle break which decreased recoil and gives a higher rate of accuracy. He then grabbed 4 clips for the rifle and placed them in his pouches. He then walked over and grabbed 2 M7 SMGs for his secondary. He placed them on the magnetic holsters on his legs. He then grabbed his knife he placed on the table and sheathed it in the knife holster located on his leg under his left knee. He then grabbed two tactical flash bangs and placed them in his pouches. He then turned to face the group.

Next was equipment Jason grabbed the panic button that was provided by him. It has a few settings, a red button to call an abort and request the full frontal attack of the UNSC. A yellow button which will call in the Quick Reaction Forces ordered on standby or a green setting which will mark the location of the compound. He also grabbed a small computer pad its II links.

Gabriel grabbed a medical kit included with a defibrillator and slung it around his chest.

Sam also grabbed a small computer pad and a tactical drone UAV nicknamed Aerial Reconnaissance Tactical Mobile Intelligence System nicknamed Artemis it was shaped like a firefly and included EMP capabilities.

Last was Tarkov who glanced over at the heavy ordnance and grabbed two small damage packs which were filled with C-12 explosives, enough to level an 8 story building or a large yacht.

Gabriel glanced at him and asked him wryly. "You sure you have enough of those?"

Tarkov glanced over and looked at him and smirked. "What? You think I need more?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Nothing like a little firework explosion to end a mission."

Sam grabbed a handful of small throwing knives and holster them across his chest and faced Jason who glanced at an of them. "You guys ready?"

Tarkov mood changed that into his professional face. He cocked his shotgun and placed it on his back before grabbing the SAW and holding it with one hand.

Jason then looked at the other two. Gabriel gave him a stern nod and Sam folded his arms. "We got your back, Jason."

Jason nodded and they walked out the room and towards the hanger.

Walking past ship after ship Aerial crew glanced over at them and stood in awe as 4 giant heavily armored Spartans walked side by side. They had a whiff of professionalism and skill as they walked. They finally made it to hangar 9 and spotted a 5 armored ODST waiting at the pelican. The ODST finally spotted the Spartans and they stood more focused.

Jason stood in front and his team flanking behind. He glanced at the lead ODST soldier who was currently holding a salute. "This the team?" He asked.

The trooper nodded. "Yes, sir this is it. We have been briefed and await your command. My name is Staff Sgt Ramirez." He pointed towards the guy behind him holding a silenced m7 SMG. "This is Corporal MacTavish or Soap."

Soap nodded to the group and the Sgt moved on. "The guy to my left is Corporal Boomer."

Bommer t stood with his arms folded and glancing at the group almost inspecting them.

"Last two guys are our sniper and spotter, Ironclad and Eagle."

Ironclad and Eagle nodded.

Jason could say he was not surprised of the "warm" welcome he received from the ODST, only the Sergeant actually greeted them. They were soldiers and had a job to do. Jason could see by the way the ODST stood and walked they were combat proved specialist and in their late thirties or more.

Jason nodded. "Understood. Nice to meet you all. Our stuff is packed and we're ready to move if you are."

Ramirez grabbed the bag sitting next to him and nodded. "We are good to go, sir."

Jason nodded and started to move towards the pelican followed by his team and the ODST.

Bordering the pelican he immediately moved towards the cockpit and told the two pilots to take off they nodded and pressed a few buttons before turning on the switch and grabbing the pilot wheel and turned on the engine. Jason took a seat and Sam and Gabriel sat next to him, then Tarkov sat to the right of Gabriel. While the ODST sat on the opposite end of the pelican.

The pilot and co-pilot ready hit the Pelicans thrusters then hurtled out of the Primemordiums hanger bay and into deep space.

It would take two hours for the Pelican to reach Actium. In the meanwhile, the special ops team kept themselves busy. Tarkov laid back on the seats and was sleeping hands folded behind his back. Sam was cleaning his rifle and inspecting his weapons while having a discussion with Gabriel. Jason was filling out reports on his tacpad and staying his mind focused on the mission. Anything to get the pre-jitters of the mission.

The ODSTs were a bit tenser and alert. Ironclad was doing push-ups on the deck's floor before laying on his back and doing sit-ups.

The sergeant was on his tacpad too doing the same thing as Jason. And the last member Boomer was reloading his tactical shotgun.

The two man sniper team were dead silent and didn't move almost like they were dead with only subtle movements giving them away. They were glancing at the Spartans with cautious and alert eyes. To any regular soldier, it would unnerve them but the Spartans were ice calm.

After a while. A speaker boomed where the team was waiting. "Lieutenant? We have arrived on Actium. We are entering the atmosphere now. Current time is 2300 hours EST."

Jason nudged Tarkov awake and he glanced over and yawned. "We here?"

Jason nodded and Tarkov stretched and popped his jaw.

The pilots stealthy steered the ship to the large patch of thick heavy jungle forest and looked for an opening. A large open grass area surrounded by thick vegetation, perfect spot. They slowly brought the ship to that spot and it landed with a loud thump.

The Spartans removed the straps of the small compartments where their gear was stored, grabbed their equipment and weapons and placed them on their backs. The same with the ODST. The trooper bay doors opened up and they team walked outside into the dark,

With the team outside the pilots then replied with a good luck before taking off and flying low towards the ship.

Jason glanced up at the large team. Before they had left their Heads Up Display or HUD was updated and Jason could see their code names above each of the team's helmets and their bio signs. Or if they were friendlies/civilians or enemies by the color that outlined their armor and motion sensors, Spartan HUD also displayed shield strength and armor capabilities which ODST did not. After the team, all turned on their night vision Jason walked over to a large rock with a flat surface. He then pulled out a map from his breast pocket before unfolding it and placed it on the rock as the large team huddled in.

Eagle gazed at Jason and scoffed. "You sure you know how to read a map?"

Jason ignored him before glancing over the map, a few moments later he then pointed on the map. "Alright so here's the plan. we are somewhere in this area." He then moved his finger up a bit and to the right. "The Intel bass provided suggest the compound is in this vicinity. this area is surrounded by mountains and mountain ridges. The mountain to the north provides a good location for the shot, that will be our objective point. This marks rally point Tango, It also suggests it will take approximately a 16-hour fast match trek from our point of entry."

Soap whistled. "That's a long ass march." To which Jason responded with. "Then we better get moving."

Gabriel nods "sounds like a plan Lt." The others nodded in agreement. And Jason reached for his helmet and activated his comms to communicate back with the covert base on standby.

"Overlord. this is Shadow 2-1 Actual requesting radio check, over?"

A few moments later comms returned. "Shadow 2-1, this is Overlord, read you loud and clear, gonna be with you for the next 32 hours."

Jason responded with a quick rapid response. "Copy that Overlord. Shadow 2-1 actual out."

Jason then glanced over at the spread out team who were doing a sweep of the area while he was in the call. He signaled a team radio check. Standard procedure to check that communications are working with both base and the team in case of error. "This is Actual. Requesting team comm check, over."

Gabriel stood leaning against the rock. "Actual, This is Shadow 2-2 Perseus. Read you loud and clear, five by five over:"

Tarkov next. "Actual, this is shadow 2-3 Hercules. Reading three by four. Over."

Sam piped in next. "Actual, this is Shadow 3-1 Theseus. Reading Five by Four over."

Next was the ODST. The Sgt went first. "Actual, this is Viking 2-2. Read you Six by Two. Over."

Next went Soap. "Actual, this is Viking 2-3 Soap. Loud and Clear. Six by two. Over."

Jason acknowledged with a green lite. "Charlie Charlie this is actual, Out."

And then the last three members went. When all the mics were working. Jason slung his bag over his shoulder and signaled the team to move up. And they continued their journey towards the objective.

After walking in the forest for about 5 hours through the heavy vegetation and thick landscape, with little to no break except 2 6 minute stop breaks. Jason leading in-front and Gabriel and Sam flanking left and right. And the ODST in the middle followed by Tarkov in behind. Jason raised his fist signaling the team to stop. They stopped walking. And stood on guard. Jason whistled and motioned Gabriel forward who gave the map. Jason checked where they were noticing that there should be a river near by. Jason signals the team with hand signs telling them they will take a quick break here. The team moves in a little to the right near a small open space surrounded by the natural cover of large rocks and thick canopy cover.

Everyone settled down near the rocks. The ODST was having a quick break feast of military bars, freeze dry veggies and crackers, taking a quick power nap, quick bathroom break. Tarkov and Boomer volunteered to do a perimeter sweep while Sam and Gabriel were chatting quietly. Jason stood guard and watched from atop a large group of tree trunks that had fallen.

A few moments later Jason noticed some strange flickering on his radar. He would have ignored it thinking that it was just some interference with the signal. Except he started hearing faint movement that only his augmented ears could pick up. He lightly picked up a rock and threw it at Sam's feet. Sam looked up at Jason oddity and was about to ask what that was about when he noticed Jason's raised gun and alertness. Sam quickly nudged Gabriel to hush and he in return signaled the team to be quite as well. Quietly raising their guns and trying to keep to the ground as close as they can. Jason quickly signaled Sam to cover by those rocks to the right and Gabriel to flank left and the ODST to spread out. Jason resting his finger off the trigger but still near it. The standard procedure for any person wanting to use a gun. You can tell by someone never using a gun or having proper training by the way their pointer finger is rested. If on the trigger and they aren't ready to fire you know they are untrained. If it is not you know they are trained. Any firearms shooter knows that having your finger on the trigger especially with friendlies around is a big mistake you may accidentally shoot them if they snuck up on you.

Jason waited stealthily. When he could hear the movements more clearly and a foot stepped in front of the rock and then the next he then stepped forward and knocked one of the guys down with the butt end of his rifle. A few seconds later the men in militia type uniforms completely shocked were slowly raising their guns before Sam and Gabriel opened fire drilling each of them down. The other two then popped out from the bushes but were silenced by the ODST. Jason noticed another that popped his head out from under the rocks. Jason quickly grabbed his knife from his chest. Checked the balance weight of the knife and measured the wind speed before hurdling the knife towards that same man holding a Battle Rifle aimed at the ODST who were unsuspecting as they had just shot the other two men on the other end. It drilled him right in the throats and he went down. Jason walked over gun raised before kneeling down and grabbing his knife still lodged in the now deceased soldier's throat and yanked it out.

Jason glanced back and Sam smirked under his helmet. "Always the one for fancy party tricks aren't you LT?"

Jason jokingly bowed slightly. "I aim to please."

Gabriel walked up to the two and replied with. "I hate to ruin the fun but you might want to come and look at this."

Jason and Sam Glanced at each other before nodding and walking over. Jason glanced back and checked if the ODST were good as he walked over to Gabriel. They were still on high alert checking the bodies and seeing if there were any still left.

Jason and Sam stood in front of Gabriel who was hunched over one of the dead bodies. "What's the problem?" Jason said.

Gabriel looked up at the two. "No problem as of yet. Seems these guys we just engaged belong to the Watch Dogs. The insignia of the Black Dog head with the red trident in the bac,-"

Sam looked confused at Gabriel. "Yeah, I kinda deduced that was Watch Dogs. How many armed men you know that occupies this territory. Is there something you are trying to insinuate?"

Gabriel sighed. "Then you would know this isn't just Watch Dog men." Gabriel unsheathed his knife and started cutting the man's top at the arms. And under it revealed a tattoo of a white circle with a black triangle in the middle. "This belongs to the New Monarch. And underground movement not from this planet. Their message is to speak of the injustice and the supposed war economy the UNSC profits of. Their main source of fighting is cyber hacking and intelligence and rarely resorted to any violence. The groups are small and spread out. A couple years back I was assigned to recon and identify key personnel in the area after it was thought that they would attack an FLEETCOM Super Carrier. Shortly after the organization was brought down. Until now. Seems they have teamed with the Watch Dogs and are being trained in combat. This just keeps getting better and better. I also noticed a few civilian uniforms under the forest patterned military uniforms. "

Jason motioned the ODST over here and they explained the now escalated mission. The ODST was shocked but understood.

Jason glanced down at the body, a young man. No older than 23, Caucasian, blue eyes and black hair. He had this almost childish smile. It unnerved Jason who averted his eyes. Jason stood up shaking it out of his head."Alright, we continue on with the plan. Document and photograph everything. This needs to be reported back to base. The Watch Dogs was known to be a solo organization that didn't play well with others. This is unheard of espe-"

A twig snapped and everyone instantly stood on guard at the sound of the twig snapping guns raised and ready to fire. A few moments later Jason signaled then to lower the guns when out walked Tarkov and Boomer.

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They seemed to be also alert and lowered their weapons when they saw Jason. Tarkov gave Jason a quick swipe across his faceplate with two fingers. The universal "Spartan Smile".

Jason returned the gesture and Tarkov looked at the carnage. 6 dead men all around him. "Damm it! I always get to miss a good firefight doing patrol duty."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and Sam grinned. Jason replied stern voice. "We better get moving. Watch Dogs have more equipment than we were lead to believe. They are carrying tier 1 jamming devices that can mess with even our radars, would explain why we could not see you coming back from the patrol. I'd estimate we have less than two radio cycles before the Watch Dogs come to investigate their dead patrollies. Finish finding any info and documenting everything and then we need to head out. Hooyah?!"

They all responded with a loud "Hooyah!"

Shortly after photographing and documenting and hiding the bodies the Special Operations Force moved and continued on with the mission. They marched on for more than a few hours without any incident except another patrol they had dispatched.

Jason was stealthy walking through the forest with his team behind who were scouring the area, checking for any hidden surprises. He currently had his suit muffled and was sneaking up on an unsuspecting Watch Dog guard currently smoking a cigar. He snuck quietly before wrapping his arm around the guard's throats and his hand on the man's head. The man was gurgling and trying to grasp free from the unbreakable grip the Spartan had but it was futile. Jason then slowly brought him down to the ground, slowly choking him unconscious before snapping his neck. He dragged the body closer to a shrub of bushes. He then glanced over to see Sam had just slit another guard's throats and the ODST had silenced the other two with their SMG's.

Jason with his team standing behind him. Looked down the mountain as the sun had been set and was nearly set. and inspected the area. They had finally arrived at the large valley surrounded on all sides almost boxing in the small flat land below with large mountain and forest. Jason glanced down at his watch and at the time which read 1640Hours. 'Good. We arrived early. Have 20 minutes before the Buyer arrives. Let's get this done."

Jason looked to the left and noticed a small raised platform with three large trees shielding the flat raised dirt platform from behind. Jason signaled the two man sniper team as Sam and Tarkov took Soap and had already moved down the left mountainside to the valley below, while Gabriel took the Sgt, while and they moved up. Climbing up the platform followed by Jason. Jason Checked behind him and all around while the two ODST set up.

Ironclad got down on his knees and unzipped the large bag and grabbed from the bag a large black matted incomplete sniper, the famous armor piercing SRS99D-S2 AM (Reach Sniper Rifle). He started grabbing parts from his bag and replaced the standard barrel with a flash and sound suppression barrel. He equipped a large Nova XTR x10 scope, a favorite among UNSC snipers. He then switched out the grip for a bipod and medium length adjustable stock with a cheek rest attached. He grabbed two clips from his pouch and laid them beside himself as He got down on a prone position laying on his stomach. He then placed his rifle in position with the bipod resting firmly on the loose soil and got in position. He leaned into the rifle with the buttstock resting firmly in the pocket of his shoulder gripping the rifle with his trigger hand.

IronClad now in position. Still looking in the scope in professional voice replied to Eagle. "All set you got eyes on the compound?"

Eagle looking through the Spotter Binoculars replied. "Yeah, a pretty large compound. About 3000 meters, 12'o clock."

Ironclad moved a little bit and zoomed in the scope until he saw the large compound. "Got it."

Jason still standing replied. "Copy. Give me the layout of the place. have eyes on the lieutenant or the buyer?"

Ironclad scanned through the scope faintly moving the rifle to see the different targets A few moments later he responded. "Negative on either Menendez or the buyer. The basic layout seems a small barracks, a couple of Watch towers, a large armory, few small buildings and a large garage with some trucks."

Jason glanced up at his watch and checked the time. It was right on time , Intel suggests they followed a tight schedule so Mendez the Buyer should be here. Jason had a feeling in his gut this would go wrong.

Sam reached for his comms and told Jason his team was in position for breaching the compound. The other team also told Jason that they were in position and awaiting his signal.

Jason replied. "Understood Theseus, when the HVTs are down. That's the signal to began breaching. Deploy ARTEMIS and let me know when video feed is up."

Sam reached in his military bag grabbed the drone he then reached on his tactical pad and began typing in the configurations. The drones small crimson colored lights turned on and he threw the drone up in the began to hover to the compound staying low and out of sight as it was designed. "Copy that. Drone up and running now. Linking and marking targets and video feed now."

The drone POV appeared on everyone's helmet HUD in the lower corner. The drone began hovering and moving stealthily in the compound marking the enemy guards and men stationed there in bright yellow auras. The drone displayed everything to the team who watched it in the corner of their eye.

Gabriel whistled softly. "That's a lot of guards and weapons for this guy. We sure he ain't being funded by private military companies?"

It had been clear it was on everyone's mind. Something smelt fishy here with all the weapons and tech he had. Why he was selling it for more weapons.

A couple of seconds later Soap came on in the comms. "be advised,! 2-2 you got enemy armor inbound to your AO. coming in from the NorthWest. Over."

Sam responded from the mic. "Copy that Soap."

Ironclad moved the rifle over a bit and

Noticed that indeed enemy armor was coming in. 4 large heavy armored trucks and a chopper just entered the compound. The drone hovered over and out of the sight of the vehicles keeping a view on the vehicles as they reached their destination.

Ironclad sighed slightly. "These guys are rolling in deep."

Eagle nodded. Ironclad followed the small truck in the middle of the armored vehicles as it stopped followed by two trucks as the helicopter and 2 other trucks took a different path and headed for the garage. The doors of the larger truck opened up and out exited a dozen of heavily armored guards exited the vehicle. 3 guards went out back and grabbed boxes, crates, and small bags of unknown items. The ODST sniper zoomed in with his scope and waited for the occupants of the smaller vehicle to exit.

The doors finally opened and out walked two guards carrying standard UNSC assault rifles. They stood on guard next to the doors. And then finally climbing out of the small vehicle was Menedez and two other unknown occupants.

Ironclad hastily replied. "I got eyes on Menendez, he just exited the vehicle. I have no sign on the Buyer. Wait… there are two more people just stepping out of the car." Ironclad replied.

Sam responded. "Is it the Buyer?"

"Negative. They are um.."

"They are what Soldier? Spit it out" Sam replied.

Ironclad looked over at his spotter companion before taking a breathe and replying. "I count two unknown occupants exiting. A young boy probably around 11 and a woman around the same age as Menendez."

The Comms were quiet for a few moments before Soap came on. "Are they tied up, guarded, possibly POWs, or civvies?"

"Negative." Ironclad looked over and signaled his Spotter to pull out a scanner who did and began to scan the two unknowns faces.

A few moments later he replied. "Seems it's Mendez's wife and I'm guessing the Boy is the son."

Sam looked over at Tarkov. "What the hell? Why are they here?"

Tarkov looking out of his rifle's scope before glancing at Sam and shrugging. Sam sighed before staying in position.

Jason now aware of the unknown occupants reaches for his communication device and radios his Superiors. "Overlord this is 2-2 Actual over."

Overlord came on and responded. "Understood 2-2 go ahead with transmission."

"We have eyes on Menendez but a negative on the Buyer. We, however, ran into an anomaly."

"Anomaly? What do you mean."

"As we had eyes on Menedez exiting his vehicle 2 unknown occupants stepped out. We identified them as Civilians; Mendezes wife and son. How should it be approached, sir."

A few moments later. "Shadow Actual proceed with-"

Just then a loud bang and surge of power went through the valley causing interference with everyone's gear.

Sam replied from the Comms." Ah damn. What the hell was that? Anyone got eyes."

Gabriel came on. "Negative. It's messing up with the communications. I only heard your message now. Wait. I see a flicker of movement. Oh, shit.."

Jason replied. "What? What do you see?"

Gabriel replied slowly. "Guys... I think I just found out our mystery buyer. You aren't gonna like this one bit."

"Who is it?"

No response.

Tarkov now annoyed this is taking so long responds not caring about codenames. "Who the fuck is it , Gabriel?! For fuck's sake."

"It's fucking Covenant! I say again. The mystery buyer is fucking Covenant. I count a dozen Elites and a handful of Jackals and Grunts on my position."

Sam responds almost shocked despite keeping a professional tone throughout the mission. This was after all their worst enemies. "What? Did he just say Covenant? Why would Menendez betray his own kind and deal with the Covenant? I haven't heard of any Innies collaborating with those split jaws, son of a bitch."

Gabriel Responds more calmly. "It's probably not them directly but a smaller faction. One that is revolting against the Covenant and wants to obtain new weaponry to remove the current leaders. Thus, stopping so low to sell to their enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Mostly a deduction by the fact that there aren't currently an armada of Covenant troops nearby."

The ODST sniper moved his rifle to find that indeed. A handful of Elites, jackals, and grunts suddenly appeared almost out of thin air and were standing a few meters away from Menendez who stood in front with a dozen or so of his guards who stood in caution and fear of the covenant troops while his wife and son stood back in shock. "Achilles, Sir? What he says is true. I count a large squad of Elites, judging by armor they are all Ultra Class or above except the larger silver middle one."

Jason nods sighing. "It's probably a Zealot class. Shit, this turned bad. Keep me posted on their movements. I'll radio it in."

Jason reached for his Comms. Just the. A slightly annoyed and loud voice responds. "Lieutenant! Respond! I saw again respond!"

"Yeah sorry, sir. Our Transmission was cut out by a large surge of energy. We have bad news. The mystery buyer is Covenant. I say again. Menendez is dealing with the Covenant. Although we believe it's more a pirating faction, one revolting against the Covenant as their numbers are smaller. Are we to pull out sir?"

Radio silence for a few moments before the sound of a chair rolling forward was heard. Most likely went to talk with the other Naval officers currently watching this high-risk mission. "Negative Achilles.. we can't afford to miss this opportunity. If we fail now Menendez will crawl right back into hiding. keep on the mission. However in light of the recent news. A new objective is being created. We want you to eliminate all Targets. Once you shoot Menendez the Covenant would most likely turn on everyone there, thinking it's a double cross. I say again. Eliminate any and all targets, including Menendez associates. and grab the info. Destroy any and all weapons and Intel that is being traded."

Jason nods again. "All targets sir? Including the umm…"

"Yes. Lieutenant, all targets. Including that one. We will radio QRF and joint special ops stationed nearby to provide Evac. Good luck, Overlord out,"

Jason sighed before looking back and noticing the two man sniper team was watching em. He signaled them and jogged back to his original spot. "Fuck. We aren't pulling out. Command wants us to stick to original objective and eliminate all targets within the vicinity. Proceed trooper."

The ODST spotter glanced to the side smiling wryly at his companion. "You sure you can take the shot from this height and angle. It's 3000 meters. Not the longest confirmed sniper kill in UNSC history but it will be up there."

The ODST sniper snorts. "We will have to see if I can. It's not like if I fail we risk causing an all out war with the Watch Dogs and letting millions die… Kidding, I'm ready."

Thunder rolls his eyes and glanced through his spotter scope and using his experience as a sniper to calculate, humidity, Mirage, barometric pressure and all the necessities of a sniper. "I'm good. Adjust to half value target, the wind coming in from a 45-degree angle, Mirage 55 degrees coming in around 9 Mph. Humidity and barometric pressure are high."

The ODST sniper reading the bearings of the target. Adjust the crosshairs on his scope and dialing on his rifle. He moved his shooter hand quickly on the dialler and adjusted to the elevation and windage corrections and pushed the knobs with his thumb rotating clockwise and moving his point of impact down.

He then placed his shooter hand back on the rifle hovering over the trigger. "I am ready Lieutenant."

Jason replying in a calm tone "Understood. Take the shot trooper. "

The sniper then moved in, leaning against the rifle with the butt firmly placed against his shoulder. placing his pointer finger on the trigger. Looking through the scope and seeing his target. He took 3 short breaths inhaling and exhaling and slowing his heartbeat. Before he inhaled slowly and gently squeezed the trigger of the rifle.

The rifle kicked back against his shoulder and a small sonic boom echoed through the valley. The bullet traveling to its target slowly started to drop because of the wind and air pressure but the bullet reached the target after 6 seconds.

Menendez standing still about to greet the elites standing in front of him but was silenced when the bullet traveled and pierced him in the chest, dead center mass and killing him almost instantly. He started to drop slowly before he fell face first into the dirt below.

Eagle responds from his mic with one hand while holding the spotter scope in the other. "Target down."

A pin drop later before Jason could hear the Elites roar in Sam's mic. The footage the drone above provided the Elites were roaring in anger before the lead Zealot, the Ultra class one clad in his silvery And white futuristic armor. Stood and held an aura of fear and intimidation reached for his energy sword activating the sword's white blue energy before he pulled out his plasma rifle and charged into battle yelling for his companions o attack in his language. He began to fire on the soldiers who stood in fear before attacking.

They stood little to no chance and began to drop like flies from plasma fire or energy sword from the Elites while the rest hid in cover and began to fire. Menendez's wife grabbed her son with insane speed and began to run away in fear but she was shot 4 times by large purple needles that pierced her back and heart courtesy of a well-positioned jackal sniper. Mendez's wife slowly fell to the ground dying on the spot. The 11-year-old boy began to cry as he grabbed his mom trying to pull her up. He heard gunshots close by and watched 3 guards getting blown to bits by a sticky grenade. He ran and hid behind some crates watched the carnage.

Sam and his team and the other team placed explosives on the door before blowing them up. Breaching into the compound they immediately located the main building where Menendez stayed and made their way over there.

On the way there they began to pick off the guards that were highlighted in bright red aura from the drone earlier.

Sam's team leading to the left side stopped and immediately ducked under cover when they spotted a dozen guards running towards their direction most likely to provide support for the attack of the Covenant. They noticed the large armored Spartans and stood wide eyed before they began to fire with their automatic weapons. Sam began to fire killing a handful of them while Soap and Tarkov ran to find some cover. Sam firing bolted to one of the cars and ducked behind a humvee while Tarkov and Soap ducked under some crates.

Sam firing from his silenced assault rifle killing two guards ducks back behind the cover before yelling at Tarkov.

"Hey Tarkov?! Having fun yet? How many guys did you get so far? I got 25."

Tarkov pulling a grenade from his pouch cooked it for a few seconds before throwing it at the guards ducked behind a couple of crates. It exploded sending shrapnel and serve everywhere. He looked back at Sam. "Ha. Having a blast man and to your question….29 now."

Sam stood back up firing from his rifle. Picking of the guards running to more crates. "What?! You lying. No way you are beating me."

Tarkov removed the large drum magazine from his gun before putting in a fresh one. "Nope. Afraid not actually at 31 one now. Looks like I am winning the bet."

Sam rolled his eyes before slapping in a fresh magazine. "Give me cover fire."

Soap standing up and began to fire from his SMG replied. "Providing covering fire."

Sam bolted across the large road and rolled across the floor dodging gunshots. Finally arriving at the humvee where his team was currently hiding.

Sam crouched next to his companion pulled out a 40mm grenade and placed it in his grenade launcher before pushing it back in ready to fire. "Remind you of anything? Kinda Nostalgic isn't it?

Tarkov turned to face his Spartan brother. "What is?"

"Our circumstance. One could say it's almost like that bag and grab mission a while back on Conchonius."

Tarkov standing up again began firing from his machine gun. "You and I remember that mission very differently. Mostly because your ass was stuck in a chopper while I was getting shot at from 20 different angles."

Sam stood up next to Tarkov and aimed the grenade launcher attachment at a bunch of new guards currently hiding behind a small civilian truck. He gently squeezed the trigger and the grenade soared through the air and landing directly on the group of 6 guards and the truck exploding it and engulfing the truck and guards in flames.

Sam ducking back under cover glanced up and chuckled. "I mean. It's still the same ending. I remember you screaming like a girl when we had to pull a round out your ass."

Tarkov looked down at Sam and narrowed his eyes. He then gave up the middle finger to his comrade an old earth insult, when they team was first created the Spartans were all born on different planets. Tarkov was the closest born to earth, being taken by the UNSC as a war-torn orphan from the lucky planet Mars and as such learned a lot of old traditions including the old earth insult the 'Bird'.

Gabriel and Sam were both from Jericho VII a valued planet that was glassed and destroyed by the Covenant during the early stages of the Human-Covenant war.

Sam laughed before the placing another grenade in the launcher. He signaled Tarkov and Soap to make it to the main compound which was only a dozen or so meters away. Sam pushed himself back up and began to fire as his team pushed forward and killed the remaining guards. A largely armored humvee turned the corner and was facing their direction. The large rotating missiles aimed at the 2 Spartans and ODST and fired.

The three Jackal rockets honed towards the three man fireteam. Two of the rockets missed and went over their heads but the third landed its market.

Soap and Tarkov immediately ducked before yelling. "ROCKET! GET DOWN!"

Sam, however, was a bit too slow and the rocket exploded on the wall right next to Sam's face. Taking the brunt of the attack he was immediately sent flying in the air backward and landing on the ground hard.

Tarkov immediately ran over to his Spartan brother and knelt down beside him and removed his cracked and burnt helmet looking down at Sam who was bleeding a bit from his forehead and covered in dirt. "SAM! are you ok?! Shit. Don't you die on me."

Sam still regaining his bearings from the blast and ears ringing slowly got up and rubbed the back of his head, looking up at Tarkov who hovered over his body with concern. "Ahh.. *cough *cough damn my head. What the hell happened?"

Tarkov looked at Sam with wide eyes and a gaped mouth. "What happened.. mate are you ok? You just took a bloody rocket to the face!"

Sam looked down at the helmet and then back at him. "Re-Really? The last thing I remember was you screaming… I saw a couple of badass looking combat axes in the crates. You think I can take em? Jason won't have to know. And they would look really cool on me?"

Tarkov rolled his eyes before grabbing Sam and pulling him up. "Come on genius. Your role playing geek fantasy will have to wait. We still got a mission to finish."

Soap sucking under the fire of the second wave of rockets bolted across to where they were. "You guys ok?"

Sam now back to normal grabbed his damaged helmet. Half of the faceplate was gone and the back of the helmet burnt black. "Just peachy. Took a rocket to the face and I can't even get a souvenir from this mission."

Tarkov was about to retort when the sound of the humvee shifting pulled them from their banter. All three of them faced the large vehicle preparing to be blown sky high.

They were just barely saved by Gabriel who had jumped from a ledge onto the armored humvee. The guard operating the giant missiles immediately turned and faced Gabriel but was too slow to react. Gabriel grabbed the guard by the shirt and yanked him out of the seat hard and into some nearby crates. The strength and speed by Gabriel were so great the guard upon impact broke his spine and died.

Gabriel then pulled out a grenade before chucking it inside the humvee, he then leaped off the humvee and next to the other Spartans as the armored car blew up.

Gabriel watching the vehicle engulfed in flames with interest turned and faced his companions before waving at them. He was then shortly joined by the other two ODST

Soap popped in a fresh mag in his SMG before glancing at the team that had just arrived. "Took your asses long enough to get here. What took you so long?"

Boomer rolled his eyes inside his helmet. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. We had to deal with the guys on the other end. Most are being distracted by the large Covenant who's currently wiping them out. Sad to say but I'm kinda grateful those ugly bastards are here. Fewer guys for us to kill."

Looking around at the dozen or so guards all scattered around dead they began to make their way to the main compound. Soap immediately picked off the two guards standing by the door before kneeling on the left side of the door. His other two companions got in breaching position; Sam on the right and Tarkov and Gabriel in front with the other two ODST bringing up the rear. Tarkov reaching into his pouch pulled out a stick of C4 which he placed on the door before putting the wire in place arming the explosive. He then stepped back before pressing the button on his trigger. A loud boom and the door blew completely off.

Sam and Soap immediately bolted into the room and began clearing hostiles inside the compound. The rest of the team shortly joined in after. They began to flip boxes and crates grabbing papers, documents, maps, and downloading computer files. Anything they could get their hands on.

Ironclad looking through the scope sucked in a breath before saying. "Lieutenant sir? Bravo and Charlie team have breached the compound."

"Copy that Ironclad. Excellent marksmanship."Jason said.

The Spotter lowered his scope and glanced at the two and smiled slightly. "Job well done I say. Let's pack up and get out of here. I'm hungry."

Jason remembered something the Commander said. "Are all targets down?"

Ironclad looked at Jason. "What do you mean sir? Of course. Menendez is dead and so is his wife ."

Jason looking down sadly. "And his son?"

Ironclad looked at thunder and then back at Jason. "Sir. I don't understand. He hit behind the crates. I-"

Jason interrupted using a more firm voice this time. "All targets need to be eliminated. Orders from above."

Ironclad now realizing what he was saying widened his eyes before his face started to curl into a frown. "What the hell are you saying? It's an 11-year-old kid. It posed no threat what so ever. I'm not killing a kid. Let's go."

Jason sighing. "Look Ironclad. He's not gonna survive getting back into civilization. Bravo and Charlie team are grabbing Intel and will be out within a few minutes. The Covenant won't give the kid a quick death. The firefight down there pretty much guarantees no survivors. If he somehow gets out its 200 miles before the nearest inhabitants location. Better a quick death by our hands than what's out there. Eliminate the kid. That's an order."

Ironclad now angry stands up and faced Jason. "Look Achilles" forgetting formality and respect now. "I ain't shooting no damn kid. That wasn't in my mission profile. It's easy ordering a kill on the kid coming from a Spartan."

Eagle interrupted. "Ironclad. Look, man, you're stepping out of bounds here. Lay of-"

Ironclad waved him off now fuming clenching his fist. "No. He needs to hear this. I know you Spartans don't care. Being programmed like the cold emotionless robots you are. But I'm a soldier, I don't kill the innocent. Especially not some kid. Now step off."

Beeping suddenly came from inside Jason's helmet. Jason put his hand out to tell them to hold as he takes in the call. "Achilles. This is Overlord, how copy. Over?"

"Overlord, read you loud and clear."

"Good. Lieutenant, give me Sitrep on what's going on."

"Roger that sir, Bravo team and Charlie team have successfully infiltrated the compound and into the main building for Intel. Menendez is KIA and so is his wife."

"That's good to hear. I was informed that there was a son. Was he killed by the Covenant?"

Jason looking back at the two ODST looking at him in a not so friendly face. "Uh.. no, he was not. He ducked behind some crates and is still hiding."

Ironclad narrowed his eyes and Jason ignored him. Overlord replied. "Understood. Tell your ODST team to get in position and to take out the child. This is nasty business but if we need to mimic a deal gone bad. We can't have any survivors. When the public and media get word of this and those clingy corrupt news Organizations will it will be a field day out there. Can't have word of our involvement. Eliminate all targets. This is a direct order. Understand?"

Jason sighed. "Understood sir."

Overlord replied in a more relaxed but yet still in a firm voice. "Good. QRF forces have been called in and they should arrive momentarily to extract you and your team out. Good luck Spartan, Overlord out."

Eagle replied. "What did the commander say?"

Jason paused for a moment. Before replying. "He said to eliminate all targets, including the son. In order to mimic a deal gone bad. He said direct order."

Ironclad replied. "Fuck his orders then. What have we come to, killing an innocent kid for all we know may never say a damn word. It's bullshit."

Eagle placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Iron, what you are saying is court marshaled, insubordination at the very least."

Ironclad shrugged his friends hand off. "I don't care. This isn't right and you know it."

Eagle sighed and was about to say something before Jason replied. "Ironclad you're a soldier and this happens. Casualties and innocent death. It's inevitable."

Ironclad walked forward and stood inches apart challenging his superior. "This one isn't. And like I said Spartan, I'm not doing it."

Jason now annoyed by this looks at the Spotter and back at him. Sighing he walked over to the rifle and plopped on his stomach. Leaning into the rifle he adjusted it slightly and moved his rifle to find the Mendez's son who was still hiding behind the crates unable to crawl out due to fear.

Ironclad looked at him wide eyed. "What the hell are you doing?"

Jason inhaled his breath before replying. "Doing what you couldn't do. Finishing the mission." He then leaned into the rifle and looked through the scope. Jason closed his eyes and sighed. He really didn't want to do this, despite what his temporary ODST team thought of him. He had a heart and he didn't want to do it. But he had to for the sake of the mission. He opened his eyes before whispering. "I am sorry kid. I truly am."

He held his breath before gently squeezing the trigger. The rifle kicked back against his shoulder and the bullet shot out the rifle and left a small vapor trail as it traveled towards the unsuspecting target.

Menedez son was still hiding from the crates noticing that the gunfire had died around where he was. He slowly pushed a crate that was heavy for him. The crate fell on the ground. He was about to crawl out when a bullet came soaring through the air, piercing his heart and dropping him where he stood. Blood began to pour out before the boy fell on top of the crates dead.

Jason still looking through the scope sighed. Normally impressed by his uncanny sharpshooting skills. He instead felt disgusted and guilty at this moment. He then stopped leaning into the rifle and stood up. His hands barely shaking. He had never killed a kid before. It unnerved him. But he tried not showing it. He walked over and made his way towards the ODST.

Ironclad looking at Jason with shock and anger. Clenching his shaking fist. "What have you done. Y-Yo-You Sh-shot him."

Jason replied now standing In front of Ironclad. "Casualties of war ODST. Mission complete let's ge-"

Ironclad clenching his fist still closed his eyes in anger before sending his left hand curled into a fist at Jason's face. Jason could have dodged it but he let it hit him. The first landed directly on his faceplate hard indenting it slightly. Jason although wearing a heavily armored helmet still felt the impact of the punch. He was more shocked than in any pain and just stood there. "You bastard. You son of a bitch. You disgust me. Humanities greatest weapon my ass. You lot are a bunch of killers." Ironclad said.

Ironclad grabbed his bag and stormed off into the forest leaving a saddened Jason standing there and Eagle dead silent watched the whole ordeal unfolding and packed in the large sniper rifle.

A car alarm boomed and the sleeping figure sprawled on the couch instinctively stood up handgun raised.

Six not noticing anyone in the dark room except for the light peeking in from behind the curtains. Now sitting on the couch sighed before running his hand through his hair noticing the sweat on his face from the dreams of last night most likely. 'Damm. Another nightmare again. Why this dream out of all the other shit ones? No point in dwelling on it now. Hopefully, I find someone survivors. I would have stayed with those kids from the school but I can't be their babysitter. They seemed like they could handle themselves now. I need to find others."

Six slowly walking towards the platform located on the outside of the apartment. Leaning against the railings slightly and closed his eyes. He let in the cool morning breeze and the fresh scent of the ship hull or the smell of his mint fresh pillow located in his quarters no, he made face when the realization of the current smell engulfed his heightened senses. The repugnant smell of dead flesh, charred corpse and death lightly masked by the scent of the earth around.

Six opening his eyes fully realized it was around noon noticing the hot radiant sun already glaring up from above. He looked down noticing that it started to clear up. Still a handful of infected stragglers here and there on the street but a lot less from the night before. Highly due in fact of the late shootings he heard around 1 in the morning.

Although after making it out from the school and into the small apartment, and after his dinner and introspection he went to bed around 9. Sleeping in for around 3 hours he woke up to the sound of gun shots 2 streets to the left.

Six then climbed all the way up through the apartment outdoor stairs all the way to the roof, there he turned on his night vision and scoured the area trying to get an understanding of what was going on. 'Damn. That's a lot of cars on the bridge' noticing a lot of cars that were currently located on the large bridge. He also noticed the large copious amounts of civilians standing and shouting. Literally bringing their down death as he could see the large horde of undead approaching from behind. Six noticed a large force of self-defence and police manned in a line and began to open fire killing said infected.

Six not noticing anything knew made his way back down to his room and began to sleep. This waking up at around late 10:30 ish. Which shocked Six at even at his most fatiguing and dangerous mission he only maybe slept for around 6 to 7 hours at most. Spartans never needed much sleep, perk of being in pinnacle physical condition and augmented to near perfection.

Six then walked back inside the dark empty apartment. Grabbing the left over food he then made his way to the only suitable furniture, the couch. Placing his helmet on the small table in front of the couch. He grabbed an apple and chomped down on it, biting a few times he swallowed before speaking.

"Hey Dust any new information on the situation in Japan or the outside?"

Dust replies from inside the helmet sitting perfectly still on the table. "And a good morning to you as well, no "Hey Dust I hope you slept well, dreaming about that attractive AI I met on reach?" no more cheerful replies I see. And no. From what I gather of the news broadcast it's mostly the same uninteresting repetitive information. However, I have scanned news from other countries and it seems countries are sending troops everywhere. The US News station has released they are sending in US Special Operations Forces and Special Forces towards Japan. Russia has begun arming troops and aircraft And China has begun mobilizing a large naval force on the coast. Not much else though."

Six biting his apple to the core and grabbing some beef jerky he now replied. "Ah, US Spec Ops, from what I gathered they must be a big deal around here. maybe we will get to meet them soon. Maybe you will get to meet another AI you so like to flatter yourself with."

Dust noting the sarcasm replied. "Damn Six, messing with a man's love life like that is cold."

Although AI was regarded as emotionless calculating machines, those select few tasked with being with important UNSC personal or Spartans had personalities ranging from a variety of different emotions. Dust was of one who likes to balance cynical humor with sarcasm. His AI avatar was a young blonde man wearing a full Western sheriff getup including the white sheriff's badge and two revolvers on his waist. Although the AI doesn't speak in a cowboy accent nor uses its slang it takes on the personification it sees fit.

Six snorted. "Not like you had one anyway."

Six stands up placing his onyx black and white silvery helmet back on his head, waiting for the hissing sound as his helmet straps fix themselves back into position. Now feeling normal, not warm or cold but room temperature cooling vents in his helmet come to live and the HUD coming live with all the information.

Jason stands up from the couch and walks over grabbing his bag and placing it on the table, he then grabs the two water bottles and rest of the food and puts it in his bag. He then slings it over his back before placing his M6D handgun in his holster and his shotgun on his back. He then grabs his DMR leaning against the side of the couch and equips it.

Jason walks over to the door located next to the kitchen into the outdoor platform. Six opened the door before walking out. He walked to the very edge of the railing. Looking down he sees the large dumpster. Six placing the DMR on his back now in a crisscrossing formation with his tactical shotgun. He placed his hand on the railing before jumping over the railing.

He free falls for a few seconds before hitting the dumpster hard indenting the lid like a giant boulder had just been dropped on it. He stands up and jumps off the lid landing on the ground.

He begins to walk out the alleyway and notices he caught the attention of 3 more infected. Rather than wasting precious ammunition, he dispatched them with expert combat skills and a knife.

Sheathing his knife he began to jog down the mostly quiet street. Careful enough not to attract the sound of any more infected.

After jogging in the city for around an hour or two. Completely unfazed by a task that would normally at least wind most people. He stopped and stared at two men fighting over a large tv while their families were carrying groceries. He was startled when a large explosion erupted near the next street. He sprinted towards that direction and turns the corner. Upon turning Sox notices a black motorcycle with a teenager around 17 or so wearing a black jacket and black pants with the second occupant currently holding onto him like a baby in its mother's arms. The second occupant a female was wearing a green skirt and white shirt with black stockings but what most stood out were the long orange and brownish wavy hair. Although he could not see her face cause she was wearing a white motorcycle helmet He felt he had seen the woman considering she's wearing the same uniform from the school he just came from.

He inched his way closer and leaned against the wall. He narrowed his eyes when he saw 7 armed men began killing any infected near them. This seems normal except Six could tell with his vast experience these men were maniacs and would most likely fire even on civilians given the opportunity.

Six raised his head back at the two motorcyclist racing through the long street. One of the older looking fellows with the large gang. A shirtless tanned and bald man with a large dragon tattoo on his shoulder Had a long older oak colored double barrelled shotgun. He saw the two teens and yelled at his men. The shotgun man took aim and fired. The shells narrowly missed the two teens and smashed the windows of one of that blue cars.

He cocked the shotgun before taking aim again and firing. The shells hit the front tire of the motorcycle and sudden jerk sent the driver and the passenger flying and landing hard on the floor. The men began laughing and making their way to the two teens groaning in pain and trying to stand up.

One of the men carrying a large hunting rifle upon walking over to the two teens saw out of the corner of his eye an older woman and a man carrying bags running the other direction in fear and trying to get away. He took aim and fired killing them both. He laughed satisfied with himself.

The man with his shotgun took aim at the teen leaning against the sidewalk staring at them both.

The young female teen laying on the floor yelled at her friend. "Takashi!"

Six silently crawled towards the green pickup truck to the left of him getting a better shot. Six noticed their large arsenals of weapons. Six learned that guns were restricted in Japan and were damn near impossible to get unless you were military or police. He guessed that the guns were looted from police. He noticed 3 armed men with guns, one with a shotgun, the other with a hunting rifle, and another carrying one of those HK G36 rifles or the JGSDF. The rest were carrying bats, crowbars, and knives.

The group of armed men laughed around even congratulating their leader. The leader spoke out. "Sorry kids. This is your last stop. Thanks for the sweet bike."

The orange haired girl was sitting beside Takashi and was hugging and crying on his shoulder.

Just as the dragon-tattooed man pulls a trigger a loud bang echoed in the street as a large bullet travels through the air and drills the man in the head with the large rifle.

The man dropped his rifle before falling on top of one of the dead infected.

The gang turned around weapons drawn. A younger looking fellow wearing a leather jacket and backward baseball cap turned around carrying a large baseball bat. "What the fuck was that? Holy Shit! Alex is dead."

The leader faced the baseball cap man and yelled angrily. "Fuck that gun was loud. I have never heard such a rifle. Did you see who shot him? Stay alerted boys we got someone trying to be a hero."

Six kicking the shell under the truck crouched and walked towards the back of the truck. He saw the group of 6 guys standing on guard trying to find the mysterious shooter.

Six turned on his invisibility before sneaking towards one of the white resultant vans a few meters to the right.

Six released the invisibility before getting back into hiding. Leaning in he aims his DMR before squeezing the trigger and dropping another one of thugs carrying a crowbar.

One of the guys begins firing blindly forward with his G36 "Where the fuck are you!"

Six truthfully could have gone on guns swinging and taken them all out in a few minutes. But he knew better. He was disciplined and smart and relied on his training. Going in guns blazing when the large gang of thugs is so close to the teens could result in one of them being shot. And that's to say upon them seeing this robot would shoot the teens out of fear.

The orange-haired girl still leaning on her friend glanced up. "Tak-.. Takashi?"

Takashi glanced down at his friend. "Shh Rei not now. I got a plan."

Rei nods before speaking again. "Hey. Takashi, I just remembered the gun we heard. It sounds familiar it sounds just like the one we heard from the school, the military-like one that saved Hizashi."

Takashi was about to speak when the angry and scared leader overheard them. Angrily he throws his shotgun towards one of his lackeys and pulls out a Glock 17 handgun. He then walks over grabs the orange haired girl by the back of her hair hard and pulls her up holding her in the classic hostage stance. She yelps and tried to scream towards her friend but the man grabs her wrist and slaps her hard shutting her up.

The man holding the gun to her head leads her forward. Standing perfectly still except the girl leaning against his body shivering. He speaks. "Bloody bastard. What do you want huh? What the hell are you? Some sort of police officer trying to be a hero." Moving his arm up currently holding the female in a pointing gesture.

"Your lady friend here tells me you must be military. When I find you I am going to kill you. I am going to enjoy blowing your fucking head off."

The man stood still waiting for an answer. It was quiet for a few moments. A few moments of unease and fear around the group of people. Except for one person, the hunter.

A voice replied from one of the cars. "Come and get me then. You clearly know where I am. Why resort to using a girl as a shield, pretty cowardly if you ask me."

The man shocked that someone spoke changed back into anger. "Bold words coming from someone who's hiding like a scared rabbit."

The voice responded a little bit closer but there was no sign of the mysterious stalker. "Who says I'm hiding."

The leader signals the group of 4 to check that direction. They instinctively turn the direction when they hear a loud thud on me of the blue cars like someone jumped on top of it.

All of a sudden a loud thud of something dropping in between the group of four men the sheer weight of whatever invisible thing dropped in front of them sent the vibrations into their very bones. The baseball cap guy responds with a "what the heck?.."

Suddenly a small flicker before a large armored like a robot suddenly appears standing in between the thugs. Almost like he appeared in thin air. The group of four men takes a few steps back noticing the largely armored titan standing up.

Six now standing and visible again looks down at the group of four towering over them. "I was here the whole time. Who's ready to die first?"

The group of guys stood shocked and looked at each other. The leader began firing at Six "take that asshole out!"

The group of men agree and get a new sense of confidence. They believed they had the numbers. So naive and folkish they are. Six dodged the shot from one of the shotguns and grabs the bat from one of the guys aimed at his face. Before flipping and twisting it and smacking one of the guys in the face with it, knocking him out cold.

He then rolls off the ground and grabs the double barreled shotgun from one of the thugs and twisted it out of his hand before turning around cocking and firing at the guy armed with a G36. Sending him flying backward with shells in his chest.

Six dropping the shotgun and one swift move and with inhuman speed pulls out his handgun and shoots the baseball cap fellow in his kneecap and unsheathed his knife before flipping and holding it in reserve grip as he stabs the the other guy carrying a large kitchen knife in the heart.

The baseball cap fellow grabs his kneecap in pain and falls to the ground. Six pulls out his knife from the other man's chest before facing the baseball man holding his kneecap. Six looks down at him without any emotion before holding his pistol aimed at the baseball cap man. The man knows realizing the gun aimed his face tries to speak out but is silenced with the sound of a bullet piercing his skull.

Six turns and faces the last three occupants. Placing his feet over the dead body of the baseball cap man he begins to walk over to the leader and the two teens holding his handgun in one hand and his knife in the other.

"Stop. Stop! Don't move another foot or I'll put a bullet in her skull."

Six stops a few feet in front of the leader holding a gun aimed at the girl's head. Takashi now seeing the armored Spartan in all his glory. Even though he was a teenager and played his fair share of shooters had never seen such intimidating and futuristic armor. Noticing the bullet marks, burn marks and other marks he has never seen before visible on his mostly clean armor.

Six looking down at the leader. The expressionless mask and the perfectly still posture of the armored titan unnerved the man. "Now I don't know who you are or what you want but drop your fucking weapons."

Six stands perfectly still.

Shotgun guy noticing he doesn't move pushes his gun harder into the girl's skull. "You think I'm kidding? I'll do it right now. I'm gonna count to 3. One"

Six grips his pistol and knife harder.

"Two"

Takashi tries to stand up but is still injuries as he notices Rei's pleads for help.

The bald guy still notices he hasn't dropped his guns. "Th-"

Six throws his knife underhand with such speed and accuracy it hits the man right under his shoulder blade. The man drops his gun and removed his grip from the girl's body and staggers back for a second. Give no enough time for Six to surge forward before pulling the knife from the man's shoulder and slashing across his throats killing him.

Jason turns around and sees the girl still standing beside him. He glances down at Takashi who has a small revolver pointed at him. "Who the hell are you?"

Jason was about to respond when he immediately saw the girls eyes roll to the back of her head and was starting to lose balance and began to fall to the ground but Jason catches her in his arms as she loses consciousness.

"I uh.."

Helmet: Mjolnir with an External Command Network Module

Chest: UA/ Base Security

Left shoulder: ODST

Right shoulder: ODST

Wrist: Tactical/Tacpad

Utility: Tactical/Hardcase

Visor color: Black

Knee guards: Grenadier

Armour Colours

Primary: Black

Secondary: Silver

UNSC Navy Combat Record- Spartan-III B312 "Noble Six"

Full Name: Jason Wintergreen "Winters"

Sex: Male

Height: 205.7Cm (6 Ft 9 In)

Mass: 265 Lb without armor. With armor 650Lb

Age: 20 years old

Birthdate: Classified

Hair color: Midnight Black

Eye colour: Aqua Sea Blue

Homeworld: Classified

Statues: Unknown

Affiliation: UNSC Navy, ONI

Cybernetics: Spartan Neural Interface

A.I: Dust(2268-2456)

UNSC Designation Rank: Lieutenant

Occupation; Spartan III Commando-Former Member of Beta Company

Speciality: Assassination, Infiltration, Reconnaissance, Espionage, Commanding and Assault

CQB Specialist, Uncanny Marksmanship, Hyper-Lethal Vector, YSS- Sabre Pilot, Classified, Classified, Classified

Weapons Classification: M392 Designated Marksman Rifle, M90 Tactical Shotgun. M60 Magnum.

Former Team: Cerberus (E-216)

Current Team: Noble Team

Former Ops: Classified

Current Commander: Commander Carter-A259

Commander before Noble Team: Classified

Update Record? Yes. No.