Chapter 4
1100 Hours, Medic, Feb. 17, 2552
"Why are you laughing?" I asked as I brought the knife back up. "Because, I am no longer Human, I am, a…Flood. "Of course you are, Follow me, Nick." I said. I brought him to the locker room. And told him to take off his suit. He did so and I did also. "You are one of them too?" Nick asked anxiously. "Of course! And I quote, 'I am installation 04. All reclaimers must be penetrated if not retrieving the index', Ring a bell" I said happily. "Yea! Together, we shall rule the world!..." Nick paused and hesitated, "And Earth!" I started to feel bubbly inside. "Nick I…." My words were cut off by a sudden POP. We were back to being normal Spartans. "Yes, I still feel the thirst for flesh and blood. Do you not?" "Of course I feel the same way!" "Then, we must act the same way as we used to be," I said. "Then, when the timing is Just right," I said. "We assassinate the fellow Spartans. Won't Gravemind be so pleased?" Nick finished what I started. Yes, and so will the Spartans. I menacingly thought. "Ok Spartans! Time for rest!" I ordered. Everyone got into their individual bunks. Nick and I went into the gym to train. "Hold on, Lemme think. Maybe, if I concentrate hard enough, I could turn back into a Flood." Nick said. Then went silent. A loud Pop echoed throughout the room. Nick was a Flood! "You try! Just think of, '…. Dr. Halseys' Program SPARTAN II is a complete failure!' Remember that?" I thought about it and in between I said to myself, "Will it work?"
