Chapter 9
: "here again?"
"Who's Cortana?" the question remained un-answered, not because of any sounds, explosions or gunfire, but because of one dream that he couldn't place his finger on. He couldn't remember anything but six words "I Am Your Shield, I Am Your Sword" John fell back asleep. The last words he said were inaudible to anyone but himself, and his dreams, the sultry whisper "Cortana"
He woke again, in the same room he was with the bodies. But the difference was, there was no pile of bodies, 'they've cleaned this place since last time I've been here' he thought aloud.
"Ah you're awake." The voice came from behind him, out of his vision.
"You have been out for a long time." The scientist walked into his vision, slowly making their way through, towards a control panel. John tried to move, but as he suspected, he was restrained.
"We're going to run some tests." The scientist said, walking towards him, and stroking his hair. "The hell you are. Let me out of these things." John said as he attacked the restraints. He managed to break the one around right hand, without the scientist knowing.
"Oh 117 I don't think you'll have much choice, you will be destroyed and thrown away with the rest of your friend abominations. Although the military don't agree with my opinions, wanting you to be super soldiers, Spartans? Your just kids" he had his back turned, and john reached over and ripped the restraints from his other arm, stomach and ankles. The scientist still had his back turned and didn't notice john was out of the restraints.
"now, you have had a translator inserted into your brain I believe? Hmm then we'll have a look at that-" the scientist was so caught up in his monogram that he hadn't noticed that john was sneaking towards him with a scalpel. The scientist turned, stood still for a moment in amazement. John drove the scalpel into the scientist's chest,
"Should've made the straps stronger," John said as he ripped the scalpel out and looked for something better to defend himself with. He noticed a gun, in a holster on the scientist's belt. "Thank you" john said, he was afraid, and was making odd comments too steady himself. He walked towards a door. Inside was a humongous sight, that he'd never expected, "Holy Shit!"
