I feel fucked in all the wrong ways. But writing for you guys makes it all come back. Anywho, back to the story. Feel free to leave your opinions on my writing, can't improve if I don't know what to improve.

Chapter 25: PMC

So, yeah, Carolina is fixed up. That's good. Problem is she's mad as a mound of fire ants, and to put it simply, throwing a fit. She can't get the PMC we captured to talk, and god help him, the woman's mad. I'm sitting outside the interrogation area, just listening to what's going on. Suffice to say, it's not pretty.

"Look, we just wa-" Carolina began before being cut off.

"Save your breath sweet heart, I'm not talking!" The PMC was stubborn to even what his name was. Talk about stubborn.

Crash!

"My bagpipess!" Donut yelled in horror.

When did he get bagpipes? Why are in there? And if something had to be thrown, thank God it was that.

I heard some footsteps and out came Simmons. "She's going to kill him at this rate." He told me as he was walking past.

I got up and began following him. "Where you going?" I asked.

"To Get Washington. We need to get her to calm down." Simmons said.

"Figures. Let's go get him." I said, tagging along. If we're being honest, it probably wouldn't have been a bad idea to make She's didint kill him whil we were gone. She'd probably end up knifing me if I got in the way though.

When we found Washington, he appeared to have been talking to Tucker. "Hey Wash, can we borrow you for a second?" Simmons asked.

"Everything Okay?" Washington asked.

"God no! Carolina is about to Lynch the son of a bitch! The PMC refuses to tell us a damn thing, even his name. Carolina isn't what I call the patient kinda gal either." I told him.

"So you need help with the Integration?" He asked.

"Actually...we were hoping you could calm Carolina down." Simmons said.

"Please, don't let her kill him yet." I followed up with.

Pop!

A gunshot rang out in the air, followed by broken glass. I instinctively looked back towards the direction where it sounded, which was from interagation. "Why won't he talk!?" Carolina yelled, obviously enraged.

"She's a little frustrated." Simmons said.

"Really? I couldn't tell from how perfectly reasonable she sounds." I deadpaned.

"Uh, yeah, sure thing."He said.

We began our walk back to the main area, where he walked to the interrogation area. "God help him." I said. "Amen to that."Simmons followed.

"I'm going to check on the squad. Coming?"I asked Simmons. He nodded, as we made our way to Red team.

On our way there, I could still hear yelling from the room. Hmmm...he'll be fine.

Once we were reunited with our comrades, I dived into my personal files from my Armor's Computer systems. You could do all sorts of things with the computer systems, including porn apparently according to Tucker. Of course I wouldn't know that...

Regardless, the main point was the files on me. I still can't get all the information, but there's so much considering I have a full lifetime to look back on.

When I look at my childhood, it's fairly obvious the early part was dominated by the fear of ailen Invasion. It apparently never left me, leading me to join the Military.

Here's the interesting part. I got assigned to the Reds to be some sort of "piece"to keep an eye on them. However I have since been, well, relieved of those responsibilities.

Whats even more intriguing is looking back at my family. Casey, my Sister, apparently has aspirations to work in journalism. She wanted to be a nurse from what she told me, so that's a pretty big change if you ask me. However that's not the only thing.

My Dad apparently fought during the war against the aliens. I suppose that's not that surprising considering he served in the U.S Navy, But he was with the UNSC Navy for fucking years. He's some politician now due to his connections from the Navy. Good for him.

Then there's my mom, wh-

Oh God, Carolina is walking over. The fuck, when did Washington get here? I zoned out apparently.

"Talking about me?" She asked.

I was so lost, the hell does she mean by that?

"Actually, no." Epsilon answered.

"I don't get it, he's not giving up anything." She complained.

"Same. When angry ladies in blue armor yell at me, I tend to speak more than I should." I said.

"Good to note Marks." Carolina said.

"Don't hurt me please." I pleaded.

She shook her head, chuckling a bit.

"Excuse me, I've been washing your blood of my armor so I'm a little late to the conversation. Did you say the prisoner is awake?" Dr. Grey said, walking up to the group.

"For now, but I've got five bucks that says Carolina rips his spine out within the hour." Grif said.

Taking off my Helmet, I said "I'll take those odds."

"Me too." Simmons said.

"I see. If you don't mind, do you think I could have a few minutes alone with him?" Doctor Grey said. I cringed, knowing where this was going,

"Ha, you gonna give him a band aid for every beating he gets?" Sarge teased.

"Well if you recall, he and his partners turned every one of my friends at outpost 37 into piles of ash. Anyone sick enough to do something like that would almost certainly benefit from a uh...checkup." Dr. Grey said.

"That statement makes me very concerned." I said bluntly, while everyone looked at each other in confusion.

She walked off, and we stood we stood in silence for a moment. "That woman is crazy."

"Yeah, well, we know that." Simmons said.

"Pfft, what's she going to do?" Sarge asked.

"She knows the human anatomy better than anyone here. My guess is some ungodly torture." I suggested.

"You're probably overthinking it." Washington told me.

I could see her walking inside the interrogation room, and I shook my head. "I doubt it."

"Look, she's a little...eccentric, but I wouldn't think she-"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A scream broke through the air. It was oddly enough accompanied with loud equipment noises, and her singing...opera?

"Sarge...I'm scared." Simmons let out.

"Simmons, we're all scared...except me." He replied.

"Its kind of intoxicating if you ask me..." I let out, not thinking about what I just said.

"What?" Everyone asked in unison, looking at me.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I said, backtracking.

A little while later, the sounds stopped, and outcame an almost bouncing Dr. Grey.

"His name's Zachary Miller, he's ex-military, and he was kind enough to hand over the coordinates to a nearby radio jamming tower." She said cheerfully.

"You're kidding." Carolina said.

"No silly! I'm doctor Grey! Ha! Dad joke." She replied.

"Alright. Think he's in a position to answer any questions?" Carolina asked.

"Oh absolutely!" She replied happpily. Then lowering her voice, she said "Just lemme put him back together..." before heading off once more.

"Marks." Tucker said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Don't stick your dick in crazy." He told me.

"Didint I tell you that?" I retorted.

"Yes, But now I'm telling you that." He continued.

"Yeah, I'm worried about you two now." Washington told us.

"We have common sense Washington." I told him.

He crossed his arms, and looked at us.

"Okay I have common sense, happy?" I clarified.

"Okay, that's better." He said.

"Hey!" Tucker said, mildly offended.

"Yeah, I'm going to go talk to this 'Zachary'." Washington said, walking off with Carolina.

"God bless him." I said, not sure if it was towards Washington, or the PMC.

"Okay, so, what now?" Tucker asked.

"Adress the fact you both want to sleep with Doctor Grey?" Simmons suggested.

"Fuck You, Simmons." I retorted.

"When and where, Marks?" He asked in return.

"Here, And now!" I told him.

"Whip it out, then!" He began.

"Bet I won't!" I said as I began reaching for my crotch area.

"Okay! That's enough!" Grif intervened.

"They still want to sl- ah!" He said as I threw a rock at him.

"Fuck off, we're not crazy!" I told him defiantly.

"Guys! Calm down! You'll just explode if you keep in your frustration!" Donut said, now intervening too.

"Shut up Donut!" we yelled at him in surprising unison.

After that, it devolved into USA bickering about things, such as sex, our time here, and all of that. It was funny when you think about it, but that was until "Umm, guys!" Simmons called out. He pointed to a PMC with a Sniper Rifle. "Where the fu-" I began before-

Pow!

The PMC let off a shot, damn him. Who'd he hit, or fire at? It doesn't really matter. Apparently someone saw him, and before I knew it, he was crumpling to the ground. Shot dead.

"What? Men, battle stations!" Sarge was yelling, apparently sensing it was time to fight.

"Get to the lab as soon as possible! We can hold them off from here!" Washington yelled over the radio.

Shit, you didint need to tell me twice. I began booking it, pistol in hand, on my way to the lab. Grif behind me, Simmons in front of me.

We charge into the lab, Tucker yelling "What's going on?!"

"We're being surrounded!" Epsilon retuned.

"I'm sensing a theme here." I deadpaned.

"How do they keep finding us?" Carolina demanded.

"I don't know, an informants? A tracking device?" Epsilon suggested.

"Oh no..." Washington said silently to himself.

"Everyone, get ready!" Epsilon warned everyone.

Sarge cocked his shotgun, preparing to charge outside saying "Today is a good day to-"

Its around this moment the teleportation grenades were thrown, and we're taken back to the desert refueling station.

"Fuck, not this place again!" I complained.

"Same Marks, Same." Grif agreed.

"Good, I need a bathroom break!" Caboose said.

"Wouldn't recommend it." Grif warned.

Tucker, coughing, said "How did we get here?"

"It's Freckles. Freckles is the tracking device." Washington announced.

Everyone looked at Washington, then at Caboose.

"Talk about a plot twist." I Deadpaned.

"Damnit Marks..." Grif said, turning his attention back to Cabbose.

Well, this is all just peachy isn't it? I love my jo- wait, the fuck?! Am I even getting paid?! GODDAMNIT