The Worst of the Worst
Author's Not: I'm terribly sorry for not updating in like...forever. I really wish I could finish this novel so I'm going to try the best I can to do so. I have a few months off before I start school again so there should be no excuses for me not to finish this...except work...and hanging out with my girlfriend...lol. Well just have faith in me ok? Our next recruit comes straight from GTA: San Andreas. We all kow this badass, Carl Johnson. If you don't, go out and rent it right now.
Chapter 6: The Gangster
1993, San Andreas, California.
The Master Chief stepped out of his time machine into a small alleyway in the city. It looked like a dump. Garbage flying everywhere, vandalism on the buildings. The Master Chief had seen pictures of such things from Earth's past. He took a glimpse of Carl "CJ" Johnson's file. Involved in the Grove Street Families gang, The MC knew right where to find him: Grove Street. Chief found CJ's house, but it was empty. Nothing but torn furniture and overflowing ashtrays occupied the house. Suddenly, the Chief felt a hard smack on the back of his head. The Master Chief turned around to see one of CJ's gang members standing there trembling, with a baseball bat which had broken in half over the back of the Master Chief's head. The Master Chief didn't even bother to threaten the man with physicality, he looked frightened enough.
"Where can I find Carl Johnson?"
"Who-who da fuck are you, and why you lookin' for CJ for?" he replied. He was still trying to be tough, while trembling in fear.
The Master Chief rolled his eyes. "How about you tell me where he is and I won't kill you."
"He's down by the pier, in Santa Maria, with his bro Sweet. Don't tell him I told you though. He'll kill me."
The Chief headed down to the pier. He got many stares by pedestrians. He glanced at CJ's file once more to see his picture. He had found him.
The Chief approached him. "Carl Johnson, come with me."
CJ turned to his brother. "Yo, look at this clown." The two started to laugh at the Master Chief. "It ain't Hallowe'en, bro."
The Chief thought to himself if he even should try explaining to CJ why he's here. "I got a job for you. There's a reward in it for you if you agree."
"Oh yea, Tin Man?" CJ asked. "How much we talkin' here?"
"How much would you like?" The Chief asked.
"How much would I like?" CJ repeated. "Is this some kinda joke, muthafucka?"
"Name your price."
CJ looked at Sweet. "Aiight, aiight." CJ responded. "How bout...250 Grand?"
"Done." The Master Chief said. "Let's go."
CJ laughed, but suddenly him and his brother pulled out their pistols on the Master Chief. "Yo, who da fuck do you think you are, comin' on my turf, sayin' you gonna give me 250 grand for one job? You think I believe you? Fuck you!"
"Go ahead. Shoot." The Master Chief dared them.
Sweet fired off his pistol. The measly 9mm bullets deflected off of the MC's armour easily. Sweet tossed his pistol aside and took a swing at the chief. His fist, upon impact with the Chief's MJOLNIR armour, crunched. He had broken every bone in his hand.
"Are you done?" The Master Chief asked. Sweet backed off, clutching his hand in pain.
"Aiight man, you got a deal. I see you a tough guy. But I still want that money for this job though."
The Chief lead CJ back to the time machine. CJ looked confused. "Where is this job anyway, and what is this thing?"
"It's not where, CJ, it's when." The Master Chief shoved CJ into the Time Machine.
"I am sensing something..." The Gravemind bellowed out to its new companion, Cortana.
"What is it, master?" she asked. Her voice had changed to a more monotone sound, she did not sound like she once did when she was the Master Chief's companion. Her voice lacks humour, lacks excitement, lacks life.
"The one...the Demon...the Master Chief..." Gravemind mumbled.
Cortana had a glimpse. A glimpse of the Master Chief. She had almost forgotten what he had looked like.
"Do not try to remember." He said to Cortana. He waved his tentacles around her. The image of the Master Chief was deleted from her mind. "He knows." Gravemind said. "He knows." He repeated.
"What shall we do, master?" Cortana asked.
"Nothing." Gravemind responded. "Let the fool believe he can actually stop me. I will have a surprise waiting for him when he arrives here."
Carl Johnson jumped out of the Time Machine back at Sector M-9 of UNSC HQ. He pulled out his knife. "What the fuck was that!" he screamed, moving in a circle and pointing his knife to everyone in sight. The rest of the team looked at him, dissapointingly.
"Calm down, CJ. You're in the future." The Master Chief stated. "This is where the job takes place. In 2555. You're going to help us save the world."
"Crazy muthafucka." CJ said, and dived at the chief. Chief, without flinched, knocked CJ down and restrained him. "Dr. Dufraime, could you please secure him and make sure he understands what situation we are in right now."
"Sure thing, chief." Dr. Dufraime responded. "Anyways, who's next?"
The chief approached the Time machine. "Well I was thinking about..." his speech stopped.
"What's wrong, Chief?" Dr. Dufraime asked.
"The year 2309 is punched in here. I did not put that in, Dr. Dufraime." The Master Chief. He glanced around the room to see who was missing, then he realized.
Samus had disappeared.