Chapter 9: Super Halo…

Spartan 117.5 was walking down the halls of UNSC Master Chief to go to the mess hall. All of his files were unclassified yesterday, and that's when everyone knew that he was the actual hero. Which is bad. Actually, almost everything. The augmentation and how he was trained was still classified. Beside him, Master Chief was grinning.

"The joke's on you now, bro." the Spartan beside him groaned.

"I thought the secrecy act thing would of made me 100% secret but NOOOOO."

"Mickel, how did you survive 40 plasma missiles anyway? And survive getting squished by a pelican without a big scratch?"

"Don't have a clue."

"Hey, look, it's THE Spartan and his bro!" a marine said. Everyone looked at 117.5. He murmured one word as he ran down the halls, opposite of where the marines are. The marines followed close behind.

"Crap."

He ran into the admiral's office and closed the door behind him. Well, he didn't know that it was the admiral's office.

"What are you doing here, Spartan?" the admiral asked as he lifted his eyes off the paperwork that he was doing and looked at him. The Spartan was thinking of an excuse now as he saluted.

"Sir, you said that I had a mission."

"It's postponed, right now. At ease. You may do whatever you want now. Maybe you should make some armour."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the Spartan said as he took a little remote control. He pressed a button and disappeared.

"He should patient that teleporter someday." Said the admiral to himself.

Mickel reappeared in his room and started piecing pieces together. He grunted as he thought about how long his armour was to make last time. Two damn weeks. Fuck. Shit. Oh, and now, it's probably gonna take a whole month with all the upgrades I wanted on there. he thought.

Suddenly, he was interrupted by a marine.

"Sir," he said at the door, "The admiral wants you to his office immediately." 117.5 dropped his armour's shoulder piece onto the ground and nodded at the marine.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"He said that by immediately, he meant IMMEDIATELY. I have no clue how you are going to that." He said and raised an eyebrow as the Spartan took out his teleporter.

"By teleporting, son." He said as he disappeared, "And don't touch my stuff. I have a high tech alarm on."

Mili-seconds later, he was in the admiral's office and he saluted.

"At ease, soldier." He said.

"You told me to come immediately, sir. Something happened?"

"Yes, Spartan. And we need your skills in this one."

"What is it, sir?"

"You know the whole story about Halos, right?"

"Yes sir! I've been on more than one and helped Master Chief! Sir!"

"Oh, right I forgot. Oh, well. Let me get you briefed on what happened two days ago. You see, while you were cleaning the shield world of covies, some of them had escaped. The bad part is, that they didn't escape to somewhere unimportant."

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Granted."

"Did they escape to Earth, sir?"

"No, Spartan. Even if they did, they would be wiped out in seconds. Remember, it's our home world."

"So, where did they go, sir? And what does it have to do with the Halos? I thought they were destroyed a year ago?"

"Yes, Spartan, THOSE were. But now, seems like the forerunners had another backup plan. The Super Halos. Clears the universe of life. The bad part is that they are already there and is activating them. The good part, is that intel is telling us that they are missing these 'Halo Specs' to fully activate them. Your mission is to find them and destroy them."

"Sir, how is I going to find them, sir?"

"That's up to you. You have access to all of the Halo files. You can also choose a team to help you. Any other questions?" 117.5 shook his head, "Then you are dismissed." The Spartan walked all the ways back to his room instead of teleporting this time. Uses too much of energy from the battery. After that, he took out his data pad and found the files about Halo (and the super halos). It seems like the Super Halo were made just in case the flood get's the whole universe infected. At least, now, the flood is gone (author's note: or is it? I want to make life harder for him ). He sighed and restarted to work on his armour. His mission starts now but he can take as much time as he wants, but has to do it before the covenant.