Preview Of The Next Story - Souls Of The Ancestors
The General stood in front of a large room full of people. No one smiled. He cleared his throat and removed his hat.
He then spoke into the microphone.
"I would like to thank you for all attending, but we all wish that this was under better circumstances," he paused again, clearing his throat.
He continued,"We are to mourn the deaths of two heroes. These officers did not become heroes because of how many kills they made or how many lives they saved. They are heroes, because they sacrificed their own lives, for their job. Their job was to protect mankind. Because they have completed their mission, they are heroes. Once we finish our missions, we will be heroes
He lifted a glass of red wine from the table before him and lifted it into the air, before saying,"A toast. To Master Chief Spartan 117 and Major Rhea 001, may they protect those who need them, wherever they are."
Everyone lifted their glasses and murmered, "Amen."
Thud...
The guard standing near the secret vault in Atlantis' musuem jumped. He called to another guard nearby. The second guard called on a phone for the Curator.
Several moments later, a sharply dressed man with a balding head and a thick white mustache walked quickly to the vault.
With one nod from him, the two guards shuddered and opened the large vault door.
The room contained secret ancient artifacts and was dimly lit.
The Curator walked swiftly into the room and stopped.
There was a man and a woman lying side by side on the floor. Unconscious.
The ancient vertical tank's door was wildly ajar.
The Curator turned to the guards and said, "Get His Worship. The plan has changed."