Welcome back everyone to another chapter! I hope everyone had a great holiday! There is not much to say other than I wanted to thank you guys for the support on the new chapter. Seems everyone loves whats happening and I promise to keep pushing these out to you guys! Either way let's get right into it!It was not long after he had visited his former teammate Emile that Noble Six had left the ONI frigate. After he had given his speech he had allowed the morgue personnel that his friend was prepared for burial. And with that command the Spartan super soldier known as Emile and Noble Four was set into a casket. An UNSC flag placed gently on his final resting place and sent into space. Floating aimlessly and peacefully. Finally allowing the hardheaded Spartan to rest.
Noble Six had made sure to stick around along enough to see his friend off. But as soon as Emile had made his way out, Six was fast to follow his lead. The Spartan had already been given enough information to start and he already had his first target in mind.
A rather urbanized planet outside of UNSC control. There was no planet name on file but there were coordinates that could be followed. The Freelancers the previous week had planned and executed a heist for equipment. The equipment that was stolen was unknown and there were no known tracks left behind recorded on file.
Of course that was on file.
Six had decided that if there was any place to start looking he would have to start there. But there was just one problem. That problem happened to be the fact that a certain one hundred and ten story building that had been robbed the week before was destroyed by Project Freelancer. Six was rather certain this was done to cover their tracks. An effective but rather overkill way to do so.
But it was all the Spartan had to work with, so he would have to handle and deal with the hand he had been dealt. Yet, he was never good at gambling nor poker. Kat and Emile had taken that title long ago.
The city itself was a nice city. It was not much different from those that Six had seen or visited before. But it was nice to see that normal activity continued, heavy traffic, the sounds of car horns honking and the occasional sounds of civilians walking along the side walk screaming at each other.
It was normal. It was civilized. Something that Six had not witnessed since long before the fall of Reach. It was. . .relaxing in a sense. To see that humanity had continued to move on act as it always did. Ignorant to the sins and loses of war. If only everyone was so lucky.
Said Spartan however, was standing on top of a roof top. Nearby to the closed off site that was the remains of the destroyed building. It was currently around midnight, the moon high above him and the stars lining the black void that was the night sky.
The blackness of night gave him good cover to stand and scout his mission objective. The black paint of his Spartan armor adding to the effect of stealth and cover. Holding his DMR tight into his shoulder, Six tapped the side of his helmet activating his night vision.
Bringing his rifle up to his sight sight, Six looked through his scope. Bringing his support hand to the scaling nob of the scope, he zoomed in on his mission objective. Looking around the perimeter of fenced off area he could spot a couple of local law enforcement guarding the area. Most likely only there to stop any unauthorized personnel going in and getting hurt.
However, bringing his sight away from the area he looked around the surrounding blocks of the city. They were still damaged from the drop of the building, not to mention the in atmosphere MAC round that was used by the Freelancer ship. But for the most part it seemed to be contained and slowly repaired.
Lowering the rifle, Six tapped the side of his helmet once more. Deactivating his night vision and straighten his stance as he looked with his eyes down below him. It would not prove to be too difficult to get inside the off limits area. Even though this was not UNSC controlled space, the UNSC did still establish laws outside of it's control. There should be policies in place to allow him access to off limits areas given his title.
The second good part about such a situation was that since he was far enough outside UNSC influence, walking around should not prove to be too revealing. Given the Freelancers had used the basic design for the Spartan armor, it would not be uncommon for another company to do the same. A simple disguise that would prove rather effective.
All that it would involve would be a poker face and a small lie. Though, Kat had told him many times that he could use some improvement when it came to lying. For now, he would be fine, for the most part.
"Command this is Six, do you copy?" He said, turning his head to the side while he continued to stand over looking his objective.
It took a minute before command responded. A male voice came over the communication link and answered. "We read you Six, what's your status?" The voice over the comm having an added effect of static, his voice being augmented and distorted being transmitted through his helmet.
"I have located my objective. Moving to investigate now."
"Understood Noble, keep us updated. Command out."
Six raised his head slightly, moving his eyes back to his target when the call had been cut. His eyes scanned for a moment before looking to the sky. His visor doing well to reflect the night sky. Giving his lifeless and emotionless visor some type of expression.
His hands held the weapon some what loose, more like it sat in his hands that held it from falling to the ground. Slowly he took his support hand from the weapon, allowing it to point towards the ground as he held it only from the pistol grip. Reaching for the center compartment of his armor he grabbed at the metal items stored there.
Pulling them out slowly he revealed them to be Noble Teams dog tags. Holding them from the chains as his one foot rested on top of the small ledge that was placed around the edge of the roof to prevent people from falling. His eyes scanned the sky a couple of times, remembering the times he would look to them at Reach.
It seemed that no matter where he went, they were always the same stars in the sky. So peaceful, so out of reach, so beautiful.
His eyes dropped from the night sky to the horizon. Where the buildings of the city met with the sky, almost like that pierced the clouds or stars. Yet, he got a strange feeling in his mind. Like he had seen such a sight before. Had he. . .jumped from a building in this city before? But just as fast as the feeling came it went, a simple case of Deja Vu. How strange.
Shaking his head slightly he looked down towards the tags in his hand. The names of his teammates etched into a pieces of metal that dangled and shifted with the slight breeze in the air. Closing his eyes underneath his helmet he took a deep breath. Allowing the weight of their dog tags to set.
Opening his eyes, he raised the tags up and placed them back in their housing. Reaching down shortly after to pick up his rifle and place it on his back. A slight clicking sound being the notification that it had stuck to magnet on his armor. Turning towards the rooftop stairs, Six decided to make his way towards his objective.
It did not take long to walk the couple of blocks that he needed to to reach the mission area. Signs of red or orange color hung up on the light poles and fence posts read, 'Do not enter, Authorized Personnel Only'. A rather simple sign that he had reached where he wanted to go.
It was just as he had thought when it came to walking down the street, there were no looks of civilians or questioning stares. Just people minding their own business, more concerned with the holographic device that connected to them to the social media world of news and other people.
Looking up at the entrance to the remains of the building, Six could make out two guards. Law enforcement armored with standard S.W.A.T issued Sub Machine Guns. However what was most interesting is that they wore armor similar to that of which he had witnessed In pictures of the Agents of Project Freelancer.
It looked a little more basic compared to his own, and even to that of the Agent's equipment. But the basic design was the same. full body armor with a helmet and a visor. It offered more protection but seemed to not hold the same weight and independent power supply that his own did. That was good news.
That meant that there was not untreated personnel running around with the ability that the Freelancers had or even himself. If the equipment that Freelancer created had gotten out to the public, it would create the means to more crime and destruction. With the UNSC away fighting a Great War, they would not have the resources to stop such criminals.
With his weapons put away, his DMR on his back and his pistol at his side. Noble Six took steps towards the guards, expecting to be stopped. It was their job after all. And just as he thought, they did stop him. Raising their guns to point at him, giving him a verbal command to freeze.
"Stop Giant!" The man on the right yelled, "Don't come any closer! We need to see your authorization to enter." He said, following the simple script to entry control.
But what was not on the script was the slight shocked tone that his voice held. Mostly intimidated by the size difference that was between Six and the common law enforcement. Both men before the Spartan were around average height, but with his armor on Six was easily around seven foot. Towering over the two.
"Giant? Man, really? That was rude of you to say." The one on the left whispered, trying to be quiet enough for Six not to hear. It did not work. The left guard then turned to Six who was stopped in his tracks. "Sorry about how rude that was, he is just sensitive about his height."
"I am not!" The guard on the right answered, his voice lined with a slight offended tone. His head turned away from Six and his gun lowered as he focused his attention on his partner. "I'll have you know that I am of average height!"
"I thought we went over this. We even asked the Doctor back at the station, you are below average." The left guard continued, he too distracted from the off topic conversation and paying Six no attention once so ever.
"No I'm not! The city average changed last week," The guard on the right said. His voice moving to be a bit more smug with his new evidence to support his claim. "I now reach the average height standard."
"So that would make me, what?" The guard on the left said, turning his body more towards the guard on the right. "Above average?"
"Absolutely not," The guard on the right answered shaking his head. "We are basically the same height."
"That doesn't make sense. I'm not sure that's how height averages work."
Six stood silently as he watched the conversation continue. The guard on the right would argue he was the same height as the guard on the left. While the guard on the left would argue that he was taller and the guard on the right was shorter. The Spartan merely narrowed his eyes underneath his helmet as he watched. Tilting his head slightly in confusion. Was this really happening right now?
He wondered if he should say something? Maybe stop this? He did have a mission to complete. Though in the end it might just be easier to walk away and get in there himself. The Spartan took a step away when both guards turned their head.
"No, no no, we aren't done yet." The one on the right said before turning to face Six. Gaining the attention of both guards this time. At least that was handled. "We need to see your authority to enter."
Here goes nothing. "Copy, UNSC authorization, priority zero. Policy one, dash, zero one, dash seven. Civilian and organizational involvement with a Spartan operation." Six stated smoothly and professionally. He took another step forward. "Stand down, officers."
The silence continued to set in when Six took another step forward. But it was broken when the guard on the right spoke once more. Making the Spartan turn his head to look at him and stop moving.
"Wait. . .what?" He spit out, his voice giving his helmet his confused expression as he lowered his weapon slightly. Looking to his partner for some clarification.
The guard on the left looked to his partner and shrugged his shoulders before turning back to Six. Once again it was the one on the right that spoke for both for both of them. "Spartan zero one, uh. . .one one seven what now?" he confusingly spit out once again.
Six stood silently as he watched their reactions. They were not joking, they truly had no idea about the authorization code that the Spartan had just given to them for entrance. His eyes went to the right and left, watching both of them and standing silently.
How did they not know? No matter what level of militarized department, even police departments on small planets or rural colonies. They were always informed of official UNSC polices and laws. Especially when it came to the Spartan operation polices of non-UNSC personnel getting involved. What was going on here?
Six looked to the side, his eyes landing on the two patrol cars that were parked at the edge of the entry control point of the off-limits area. Each piece of equipment that provide or made by the UNSC was always branded with the eagle insignia signifying total unity. Even his own armor dawned the bird on his chest-piece and his helmet clearly stated 'UNSC' on the side.
All police and basic civilian level defense departments were also included into this fact. All police weaponry and equipment was provided by the UNSC. After the Covenant had began glassing and attacking UNSC colonies their plan to counter was to arm police and basic defense with UNSC equipment in a weak attempt to fight of the onslaught. Yet. . .when the spartan scanned the police cars with his eyes there was no UNSC label.
"Yeah buddy listen," The guard on the left spoke, getting Six to slightly turn his head towards the guard once more. The orange visor reflecting his image as he looked into it. "Just show us your I.D. card so we can let you in."
Six looked over the guards one more time. He looked for the UNSC symbol but found nothing. There was none, nothing that connected them to the UNSC. Though should he really be surprised? He knew that he was entering UNSC uncontrolled space. But how 'uncontrolled' was it really? It find that the UNSC influence had been completely forgotten was a bit unbelievable at first.
Then again, he thought about the reason why it was uncontrolled in the first place.
At first it was, the UNSC was branching out into the universe. Making new colonies and starting new cities. New homes for people, promising new lives and jobs. But then we ran into the Covenant. The war first started on the outer edges of the new expanded UNSC space. But the longer the battle went on, the more the UNSC that was currently stretched thin was pushed back.
All this uncontrolled space, these places, these were the first colonies to be wiped out. Abandoned by the UNSC and it's protection. It is only natural someone else to step in, it would not be hard to gain support from those that felt betrayed by those that swore to protect them.
But the main question was, who controlled this space now?
The answer came in the form of another symbol. Foreign to Six's knowledge, but a hint to who controlled this space. The symbol was a circle, in the middle what looked to be the figure of a person with his hands pressed against the upper and lower inside of the circle as if he was holding it open.
This was a good start. But now Six was left in quite the situation. Held up by two guards not loyal to the UNSC. He could not just run away, or try to evade them. It would draw too much attention. But, from what he could remember, there were only six total guards at this off limits area. Two at each entry control point. Seemed like his only way in was obvious.
"Hello? Dude, are you-" The guard the right was currently in the middle fo waving his hand in front of Six's visor. As if to grab his attention. Yet as he was doing so the Spartan broke out of his own thoughts and grabbed the arm of the guard.
One of the Spartan's hands went to his wrist while the other grabbed by the shoulder. Placing his foot forward and spreading the weight of his body equally to both feet, Six turned and threw the guard over his shoulder. Throwing him into the ground with force, enough to cause the ground to crack.
"Hey!" The other guard shouted, raising his weapon only to find a fist flying towards his face. The fist collided with the mans visor and sent him flying backwards towards a fence pole. Which he quickly found his way to, the pole bending due to the speed and strength he was punched into it.
The sound made when the guard collided was a rather loud thud. The metal echoed and shook, the only sound in the area for a moment. Six stood ready, standing still and making sure no one else near by heard the take downs. His head moved to the left, then slightly to the right, ensuring no one was watching either.
He slowly stood up straight, standing there for a moment in silence. Confident that now he was clear to enter. A rather simple and brutal approach, but one he decided would work. He was not in the business of killing Law Enforcement, whether they be UNSC or not.
Taking steps forward, the sound of gravel being pressed into the ground slowly phased and shifted into the sound of brick on brick. The weight of Six's spartan armor causing the debris of the building to shift and crumble. He stopped, looking around to see where he should start looking. Of course there was really nothing that stood out to him.
All around was many piles of brick and rock. What was left of the large skyscraper that had been destroyed. In hindsight, Six really did not know what he would find here. Most of the wreckage had been already picked up or recovered, now all that was left was pieces of the building. Heavy structural materials that could not be moved with a team of men.
Yet even when the situation looked as if there was nothing to be found, there was always at least something. Curiosity killed the cat, but it also enlightened it. A little saying Kat used to say when she would dig into classified files on Reach.
Six could not help but smile slightly at the thought. How many times did Carter find out and get upset with Kat, only to be talked out of it by the female. Those two always seemed to have the same routine. Kat does something against regulation, Carter would find out, Carter would get upset, Kat would sweet talk her way out of it. A woman's charm as Emile would call it.
The thought of his teammates was drowned out by the sound of constant clattering of debris underneath his feet. But there was one smaller sound that pulled the Spartan's attention out of his mind. A slight, crunch, almost like glass. Six raised his foot from the step he took and bent over to look underneath.
Shining from the light of the moon, hidden beneath many small rocks and pebbles was a small broken piece of purple material. Six moved his foot to the side and took a knee. Grabbing the piece with two fingers and placing it in the center of his hand. It was dusty, so with a quick rub over with his gloved thumb he was able to clean it mostly.
Narrowing his eyes underneath the orange visor, the Spartan studied the piece. It had many layers, despite being a small piece of what it used to be apart of. It was reflective, shown by the light it shined into the visor from the moon. But the most interesting part were the small hexagon shapes underneath one of the layers.
Six turned it sideways, looking at it from the side. Confirming the three or four layers of extra material. He had seen this before, actually he had seen it many times. But only one source came to mind at the moment.
The Covenant.
This pieced looked to be a fragment from the outer shell of the Banshee fighter used during the war. It's protective material as well as the hexagon shapes that proved to be the Banshee's first defense in absorbing vibration and force only supported his theory. So it was true then.
Six had read in the file ONI had provided him that this company had been researching Covenant equipment. Though it did come as a surprise to the Spartan that the company had their hands on such equipment. Banshee's were usually destroyed in battle, getting your hands on one fulling intact, unless you hijacked it out of the sky, was quite difficult.
Though this was only just a small piece, it could have broken off of something much bigger. Whatever company this was, it must of had plenty of recourses to be able to recover such technology.
Did Project Freelancer raid the building for their weapons? Or perhaps Covenant vehicles? If they had pieces of Banshees, it would not be out of reach to think they had fully operational Covenant transport. But if that was their objective why destroy the entire building? Why not just gain control of it, extract the equipment. It would have been smarter that way.
Of course this is all assuming that was their objective. More questions than answers.
The only real answer Six got from this was that he would find nothing else here. It had all been recovered and stored away. Any leads had already gone cold.
Standing up fully and dropping the piece from his hand, Six raised his head. Turning around to walk towards were he came and rethink his first move. But, a light shined from his right. Turning his head he looked up to a large billboard, lighting up the block with it's artificial lighting.
It great big lettering it read, 'Charon Industries, Leading the Future with Technology.'
Once again, the visor of the Spartan's helmet proved to be a window to his thoughts as it reflected the sign. Looking up at it Six had already came up with his next move. It looks like he would be visiting the local police department.
Obtaining the location of the police department did not prove to be an issue. Not only was the location public information, but also a quick tour through the Patrol car computer proved to be rather informing.
Since Charon Industries was directly backing the local police department, by backing meaning literally creating it's own, it would seem that they also share a similar database. Upon looking through what little information was available to him through the computer in the patrol car, Six was able to find out that they had gathered some evidence of the Freelancers and a possible next location. The location itself was locked, so he would just have to look at the source of the lead.
Walking up to the edge of the block. Six leaned over and looked at the police headquarters. It seemed to be a little more militarized than a simple police station. More like private security than actual police.
The front entrance was guarded, not heavily, but more than the previous site. Two guards on the inside, two on the outside, watched by cameras around the parameter of the building. Most of the windows had been closed off from the inside but not enough to make the building look out of place. It was elevated, that way it would prove to be more difficult for someone to climb through on the outside.
All in all, this would be rather simple.
Moving around the outside of the building Six found himself at the back entrance. A small parking lot with a dumpster, all in enclosed by fence and a moving gate. The gate seemed to be unlocked by key card authorization.
The good news to the situation however seemed that there were no guards on the outside. No one making routine checks, just a couple of cameras pointed in opposite directions. However despite the rather heavy 'looking' security it had many blind spots. With the night sky as his cover and some proper timing, be able to reach the door would be no issue at all.
Using the shadows, Six moved to the corner of the fence. Making sure to use to the brick corner pillar of the fence as an advantage. Reaching up and pulling himself over, he dropped to the ground, crouching low and moving behind a parked vehicle. Stepping over to the front of the car, he leaned his head around. Making sure there were no other watchers.
He would move down the line, car to car, before reaching the small stair case that lead up to the concrete platform and to the door. If he moved fast and low enough, he would be able to avoid the sight of the camera by sticking to the darker shadows.
It would not take him long before he had reached his target. Behind the sight of the cameras and free to stand up straight. Moving silently to the side of the door, he figured he would try knocking first. Closing his hand to a fist he hit the door a couple of times. Just before standing off to the side and waiting.
There was a couple minutes of silence, however just then there was a noise at the other side of the metal door. The handle twisted and rattled as the guard on the other side tried to open it. Once he did, he pushed the door out, Six hiding outside his line of sight.
"Dammit, Smith," The guard said as he stepped out. Looking down at a ring of keys. "You lock yourself out again? I told you to quit leaving your keys in the bathroom. Who even needs to take them off there anyway? Wait-" The guard looked up to see no one on the other side of the door. "What the-" He did not get to finish his thought as he was yanked to the side.
The Spartan hiding the shadows grabbing the guard by the shoulder and shoving his head into the ground. Effectively knocking him out cold. As Six knelt down next to a now, knocked out officer, he removed his hand from the back of the man's helmet and reached for the ring of keys. Those could prove useful, same with the identification tag that held a bar code scanner on the back.
Moving the body to look as if he had fallen asleep while sitting down, Six moved inside. Closing the door behind him quietly. Moving his head towards the ceiling there seemed to be no cameras on the inside of the building. Just the occasional one or so in a corner or long hallway. The Spartan knew it was only a matter of time before they realized they were one guy short, so he had to move quickly.
He silently walked down the hallway, looking for the room he needed. His primary objective would be the archive and records room. That would be his key to being able to find out what information Charon Industries had on Project Freelancer and their next move.
Rounding a corner, Six laid his eyes on a large metal door with a key code reader. This had to be it. Walking up to the door, the Spartan pulled out the card he had gotten from the guard earlier. Swiping it, the light above the reader turned yellow. Displaying a keyboard. It stated. 'Password Authorization. Hint, you'll never guess it.'
It seemed to be one of those security question types, one that allowed the user to create his own password with a hint to remember. This certain member seemed to be pretty confident in his password. Kat had told him that usually passwords on a personal scale are simple, so simple those that use them can remember them and be confident that the person trying to guess will fake themselves out and think it's too simple. So the Spartan picked the only password he knew that would accomplish both.
'P' 'A' 'S' 'S' 'W' 'O' 'R' 'D'.
Six lowered his hand a stood silently for a moment.
'Password accepted,' The screen read as it displayed a green light. Six shook his head for a moment before reaching for the handle and opening the door. Walking into the room his eyes set on what looked to be a holographic archive.
The wall lined with different blue letters and shelves. Each continuing books on books of information. His head turned as he scanned the walls of the room. So, they really did have access to all of Charon's database. It sense, it was actually quite peaceful to look at.
The blue tint from the holograms being the only source of light within the dark room. It did well to reflect the Spartans armor as he walked through, walking past a magnitude of information and files. Yet his eyes stopped to look in front of him. A main terminal mounted to the wall, it must be the main navigator for the information.
Six would not be surprised if most of the information here was stored just to be protected. Not to be accessed per say, but just to keep space at Charon's main headquarters free and open. Almost like having server stations around a colony or even at a base. It was quite common. However the only question was, how much information could he access?
Walking up to the terminal, Six pulled the keyboard out from the slot in the wall that housed it. Looking up to the screen that was reflected on his visor he typed in the name of his object. Project Freelancer.
Many files came up, many many files. However like he had thought most of them were locked or classified to this location. He did run into a bit of luck though. There was series of files that had not been uploaded yet, meaning they were local files. Files concerning the recent attack on the city.
Opening the files, he quickly navigated through them. Most of the information there was similar if not identical to information provided to him by the Office. However there was some minor details not mentioned.
It had pictures of all the agents that had been there that day. One of which had a report concerning his injuries. It would seem that, from the description of the agent, Agent Maine had been shot multiples times in the throat and injured critically. They did not recover him and he had escaped with the rest of the Freelancers but that was important information.
It was common for UNSC frigates to be housed with a medical wing on the ship. However when a soldier was critically injured in battle, first priority was stabilizing them. Pelicans were not housed with medical equipment unless modified to do so. Which meant there had to be some sort of Freelancer outpost near by. At least on planet or a planet near by. If not, it was very possible Agent Maine died.
Scrolling down further Six had gotten all the evidence he needed to solidified his suspicion about Charon Industries. They were the company that Project Freelancer had raided that day. So they had their hands in almost everything? Weapons, technology, politics. How much influence did they have? If they controlled one city, it was possible they had many, or even planets. Without the UNSC, there really was no one to stop them. They had it all to themselves. People would want protection and for power, they seemed to give it to them.
Then Six had found what he was looking for. The object they had stolen had been giving a name. But other than that there was no information. No description, no purpose, no origin just name.
The Sarcophagus.
Yet despite the lack of information that was given to him about this object there was one other piece. It had been equipped with a tracker, one that had been taken off line after a while but they had obtained a general location. With these locations, if looking for the right things, he would be able to find the Freelancer outpost they treated Agent Maine at.
That would lead him to Project Freelancer and the Director.
Closing out the files, Six went to shut down the terminal but found his eyes lingering on a certain title. 'Operation Noble'. His eyes froze and his mind stopped. Noble? Could it be what he thought? Could it be-
"Hey, Jared! You in here? I got us some coffee for the rest of our shift!" A foreign voice called out inside the room.
The Spartan quickly turned his head around and stood up straight. Pulling out his combat knife that was strapped to his chest. He turned to the terminal and jabbed the sharp blade into the screen of the terminal. That should slow Charon down enough for him to follow Freelancer. By the time they followed, the lead would be cold.
Six rolled off to the side, hiding behind one of the many shelves as he held his knife close to his chest. He watched as the man with two mugs of coffee walked forward.
"Hey Jared are you-" He stopped upon noticing the condition of the terminal. "Shit, someone's been in here." He said as he turned his head and looked to make a run for the door. "Hey! Lock this-" The man did not get to finish his scream for a lockdown as he run into Six switching the back of his fist into the man's face.
Knocking the two cups of coffee into his face and sending him backwards. Crashing through two shelves of data before finally stopping with his back to the wall. Yet, just as all seemed to be silent, the sound of broken glass could be heard at the front of the room.
Turning his head to the doorway, Six seen what looked to be another guard his hands open as he dropped two cups of coffee on the ground. He looked with his eyes wide at Six. Both standing and staring at each other. Not sure what to do.
The guard then turned around and took off, Six following close behind as they rushed down the hallway. At the end, a red button for an alarm. The guard reached his hand out as he was just mere feet away. Just one more step and he would reach his target. Yet just as he was about to slam the button down, a sharp point was pressed to his neck.
His eyes went to Six as the Spartan held the knife tightly to the man's neck. The guard's eyes then went to the button, then back to the visor of Six. The sixth member of Noble Team shook his head slightly. Warning the man what would happen if he tried it. Sweat rolled down over his eyes as the guard tried to think of a way out. Then went the drop of sweat it the ground after rolling off his face. He reached for the button.
Six grabbed his hand and twisted it, a crack being heard as he broke the man's hand. Then just as he fell to his knees, the knife was pressed into his neck. Silencing him from screaming. Yet again as the Spartan had thought he covered his tracks the sound of breaking glass could be heard.
Another guard with two cups of coffee stood there, next to another alarm button. Six dropped his shoulders in defeat as the guard quickly reached for the button. Six raised his knife and throw it but just as it entered the back of the man, the weight of the guard pressed down on the button. Causing the alarm to sound and a red light to flash.
This was going to be a long day.
At the front of the police station two guards stood side by side at each each of the stair case leading up to the glass doors to the building. The building in the front of lined with glass a clear window into the interior of the front entrance.
The guard on the left turned his head towards his partner on the right. Not aware of the flashing red light that came from the inside of the building behind him. What was more interesting however was the yellow flashes of gun fire and the objects, and people, being thrown through the air as something or someone steamrolled through the number of guards on the inside. But, despite the chaos on the inside, the outside was quiet and peaceful. The crickets of the night singing away as the two stood in boredom.
"Hey?" The one on the right said.
"Yeah?" The one on the left answered.
"You ever wonder-" The one on the right continued.
"Don't even say it, you're an idiot."
"But-" the one of the right was cut off by a scream and the sound of breaking glass.
"AAAHH!" Screamed another guard as he flew out the front window of the building and landed between the two guards in front of the staircase with a loud thud of his weight crashing into the ground.
Both looked at each other for a moment before turning around to find the source of the issue. Both on alert as they raised their weapons ready to fire. Of course that chance never came, as Six landed on the one on the right. His fist pulled back and crashing into the face of the guard.
As the guard went limb due to being knocked out cold. The Spartan grabbed the man and spun around. Throwing the first guard into the second one. Knocking them both to the ground and unconscious.
The Spartan's attention was ripped away from the scene as sounds of screaming and yelling could be heard from inside the building. A couple, 'he went out the front!' could be heard as the sounds of glass crunching under feet follow.
Turning towards the road way, Six took off into the shadows. Hoping to lose his pursuers. This did not exactly turn out the way he wanted to and the Spartan had a feeling this would not be the last time. Though despite the rather, improvised plan he had his next move.
Freelancer outpost.
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Peace!