Chapter 2: ONI Purge of Portsmith

Deep under ground one man sat at the head of the Universe. He was the ONI Head, even though no one even knew ONI had a man who called all the shots.

The doors in the gray carpeted, titanium walled room opened. A young man came into the room and lay down a data pad in front of the man in charge of ONI, his name was Irving. Just Irving, but everyone just called him Black Leader, because of his black hair and because of ONI's commitment to secrecy.

The young man told Black Leader the bad news,

" Sir, quarantine is finished on orbital station 3, sir." The officer stopped to clear his throat, " All is accounted for, accept for an A.I. by the name of Jenny. Cameras report that the A.I. was purged and than discarded through the airlock."

Black Leader sighed and sat up in his chair. He looked to be in his late 40's, and had a ghostly white face with black beady eyes. He was an intimidating sight, even more so when he spoke.

Black Leader brushed his hair back with his hand, " Well," He squinted at the Officer's name tag. " Lieutenant Richards, An A.I. always has the proper safeties on it. If anything, if The Covenant got their hands on it they would not be able to purge it. The A.I. is programmed to erase itself if the enemy get their hands on it."

Lieutenant Richards began to sweat. He did not want to anger Black Leader. He was cruel and mean.

" Well, s-sir... There has been a new development. Boot records in the system from this A.I. show that it has outlived it's usage. It should have died years ago. Which means there is a glitch in Jenny's system. She became self-aware one might say, and destroyed her self-destruct program after a scientist tried to destroy her."

Black Leader sighed and than exploded in rage, Bring me the man who made this A.I. and the man who passed this A.I. as safe when we inspected the station!"

"Right away sir!"

The doors slid shut. Irving was all alone save for the A.I. controlled machine guns in the ceiling. He laughed, than ordered the turrets off line.

The doors slid back open and three people walked in.

The Officer from before spoke, " I have brought the incompetent, sir. The inspector was Greg Forbs, and the A.I.'s creator is Miss Jennifer Sampson."

" Good work Richards, leave us." Black Leader waved his hand and the man left the room. Both of the ONI staff remained at attention, the fear showing in their eyes.

"Ah Jenny." Black Leader looked up at her. She was pretty, with blond hair and a small face. She wore her lab coat partially opened exposing her attractive neck and upper chest.

"Yes sir?" She asked meekly. Her blue eyes intent with fear.

" Jenny, your A.I. was busted, why didn't you tell us?"

"With all do respect sir, my A.I. was fine, your sub-systems broke her." She flinched getting ready for her immediate arrest. To her surprise, it did not come.

Black Leader smiled, " Jenny we will talk about this. Sit down. But let me address this man here."

The other man saluted and was in full military garb. "Sir! ONI combat engineer/inspector sir!"

"Quite so. Now why didn't you catch this anomaly?"

"Sir! I did Sir! I sent you a report and you never answered me back!"

The room became quite as Black Leader sighed, " I hate when it comes to this." The Engineer's faced turned white as he pulled a revolver from his suite and put the red dot right in-between the Engineer's eyes. " Good night son." He pulled the trigger and his head exploded as he slumped to the floor.

Jenny was ghostly white now to, biting her lip and trying not to scream. He laughed, "I want you to sleep with me. Than I will forgive you."

She closed her eyes, " No, I will not you sick bastar..." He blew her head off.

Black Leader quickly activated the turrets again and radioed his communications officer. The Doors slid open and the man saluted and glanced nervously at the floor at the corpses of the two people.

Black Leader shrugged it off, " Accident, the computer thought they were going to harm me, as they said they would kill me, and well the turrets fired."

The Officer bought the horrible excuse. " I will get a clean-up crew in hear right away sir!"

"One More thing Lieutenant."

"Sir?"

"What was that ship's company and what was it's heading?" Black Leader held his head up with his hand.

" Um... The ship runs New Wave Computers through that zone. We do not know what it's heading was."

" Well find out. And I want New Wave Computers employees questioned on the heading. Oh and have them all killed for treason."

The officer paused, " Sir, that is against the Harvest Code..."

Irving cut him off- "Fine I want the man who plains the trajectories of the ships killed, we can play it off to look like he attacked our men when we went to question him. This could have been prevented if they had stayed away from our stations."

"Yes sir." The officer was reluctant. After this action he would resign.

On board Herron Helicopter/space vessel assault transport. Time 2:00 Am, over Portsmith.

The Roar of the blades spinning over head made orders hard to hear. The ONI men jumped out as the Helicopter moved from one house to another. The Purge was beginning.