I think people are diggin' this, but I also think they're too lazy to tell me how im doing… but I'll assume for my own self esteem that you guys do in fact like what im working on (either that or people are just glancing over the first chapter and then getting board and moving on, which is why reviews matter to me so much) never the less, I shall continue to indulge myself in this fantasy world that I have created and am sharing with the nerds in hopes of just a little recognition. ON WITH THE SHOW!
The dark, shadowy figure everyone in the complex answered to stood in the surveillance room watching the tape of Falcons death over and over. He contemplated quietly while Marth stood by his side. He knew better than to leave until he was ordered to.
"T'would seem we may have underestimated our foe…"
"Falcon made the mistake. It was his own fault," Marth insisted. "He was too confident. I will go if you wish, master."
"No, I need you here," he replied.
"Alright…then why not send the mercenaries?"
"Maybe…" the boss thought some more. "How long will this decoding process take?"
"Four months, maybe more…" Marth answered. "It's very complex."
"Indeed…" he thought some more. "Well…we've under estimated him one time. We weren't counting on him having any help." He paused before he said anything else. "We should let him be, then, but monitor his activities closely." Marth was surprised by his response.
"Sir, is that wise?"
"He can't possibly do anything to us from there, and if he spreads the stolen Halo 3 story, we'll take him and his friend out before they can get too far," Marth was uneasy.
"Perhaps we should send Mario… he seems to want him to die,"
"Ne, I also need Mario here…no, no, my judgment shall stand," Marth didn't argue. He bowed instead.
"Yes, master," the shadowy figure disappeared. Marth's gut instinct told him that this might not end well. He tried to shake the feeling as he head for the training room to clear his head.