The sun appeared on the horizon, creating a golden sparkle on the line that separated the land from the sky. Chief glanced at the city around him. Any insurrection activity was at a complete halt it seemed, the civilians minded their own business and continued the day as if it was a regular day.

John headed back into the room that held Melissa; he opened the Door to find her still in deep slumber. Chief knew he had to get going and seeing as Melissa wasn't going to get up any time soon; he would leave her without saying goodbye.

Chief walked out of the room and closed the door behind him; he also made sure that everything was in place. Seeing everything in it's right spot; Chief exited the room and the building, taking to the dark alleys and blending in the shadows to make him less conspicuous.

Creeping through the narrow but tall corridors; he slipped through the place quickly and quietly.

After hours of running he finally arrived at a building that stood out to the others, mainly because of the amount guards stationed around it and the blood red insignia of the insurrection. John despised the red symbol as it terrorised people and brought about fear into the hearts of the locals.

John gazed at the glass paned and then to a building adjacent to the insurrection headquarters before moving into the non-insurrection building.

He subtly moved through the corridors and the floors before reaching the flat roof and pulled out his rifle. The Assault Rifle was not a good choice for an assassination attempt but his current arsenal did not include an accurate rifle he required.

Flicking it from automatic to semi-automatic, he activated the helmets monocular zoom function and looked through the buildings rooms to see if the target was there.

As it turned out luck was on his side, as two minutes of searching led him to find Desmond Jorgenson in different attire than what was seen in the hologram. Seven other men and one woman also occupied the room each one in a leather chair.

John pulled the safety bolt rearwards and took aim with the holographic sights of the rifle. The distance between him and the target was fairly large, but the Spartan's accuracy could make up for this difficult task. The black gloved fingers tightened around the rifle's trigger, gently easing back before meeting a slight resistance.

BANG! CRASH! The bullet rushed out of its' launcher and crashed through the glass panes of the building and hit the target on the side of his head. Chief spent only a nano-second of relaxing before rushing down the buildings stairs. He hopped out of a window and into an alleyway, sneaking away from the scene.

Insurrection Guards ran in all directions; panicking, blindly running into walls, trash cans and each other. Bystanders couldn't help but gawk at the absurdity of this situation; their minds not processing what had happened.

The Spartan just walked away from the scene; deciding to take to the alleys once again. Chief activated his comms to the Mother of Invention

"Mike India, this is Sierra-one-one-seven, do you copy, over?". A white noise emanated from the interior speakers before a familiar southern voice spoke.

"Sierra-one-one-seven, this is Mike India, send, over," the Director replied calmly.

"Target has been eliminated with no civilian casualties, awaiting evac, over,"

"Sierra-one-one-seven you are cleared for evac, proceed to marked landing zone, over,".

"Sierra-one-one-seven, out," Chief cut the radio line between him and the ships command centre.

A light green waypoint appeared over his HUD and revealed to him the location of the extraction, with a string of numbers showing he still had two-hundred and fifty-six metres left till he reached the evac point.

Chief broke into a slow sprint, enough that he would reach it before the pelican would, but less than so he could keep an eye out for other suspicious activity.

The alleyways seemed to go on and on before he exited through an opening which revealed a grassy plain, the waypoint indicated the landing zone was only ten metres away from him.

A faint whooshing sound was heard and gradually got louder and louder. Chief watched as a pelican slipped through the sky and hovered over the landing zone waiting for John to approach and board.

As John made his way to the pelican, a familiar voice yelled at him.

"Master Chief, wait!" Chief turned to find Melissa running at him whilst holding a package. Chief waiting until she made her way over to him, panting heavily.

"Chief, I-I just wanted to say thank you for helping us", Melissa said, a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

"I'm just doing my duty Melissa," he replied, "is there anything else you needed me for?" John knew he couldn't do anything else but it was polite to say those sorts of things.

"I just wanted to give you a gift, as a thank you to your effort", she smiled and presented a brown paper wrapped box that was of similar size to an assault rifle.

John just stared at the box for a moment before snapping out of the daze and taking the box out of her hands.

"Thank you, for your gift", he spoke softly. She smiled then stepped back to stay clear of the pelican. Chief hopped onto the drop ship and watched Melissa wave to him, confused on this action, he simply gave her a nod of acknowledgement before facing away from her and stepped into the dropship's cockpit.

The aircraft sped away from the city until it was no more than a black pinprick in the sky.

A single purple cruiser exited out of slipspace, on it's bridge, shipmaster Jarl'i Unilomee oversaw the patrolling of this sector. The bridge was calm and silent as Sangheli, Unngoy and Huragok worked at their control stations with discipline.

"Shipmaster!" Jarl'i groaned in frustration at the sudden urgency; this had better be important, the shipmaster thought.

"What is it minor?" he spoke.

"We have an unidentified remains of a ship, and it's not built with the technology of a the Covenant," The Shipmaster's interest suddenly peaked as a visual was shown.

What looked to be a very blocky and ancient ship, had a clean cut that looked like it was missing a front end.

"Send out the salvage crew and see to it they gather as much information as they can, perhaps this is a new species not yet discovered", he ordered.

Hey to all of you guys,

First and foremost, I am sorry it took this long to upload this chapter, I have been for the past months been having a massive writers block, I also have been occupied with learning blender, a 3d animation program. Also I had school, which was harsh because in English all I got were either a C+ or lower, which was a bit of depression. But my other subjects are great... but enough about that. I am in serious need of an editor, pm me or email me if you want to help me improve the story and my grammar.

Thank you so much for sticking with me,

Xenongaf,

P.S: I don't know if I should start my Halo/Legend of Zelda crossover or my Bioshock story.