Night rose once again to bring the bustling colony to ease. Forcing the inhabitants to take refuge in their homes. Except two individuals who stumbled on the darken dirt roads. Both merry as they clung onto each other. One sang in Sangheili and the other laughed deeply. The night peace faltered as the individuals wobbled towards the apartment complex. They passed one street revealing a human and sangheili. Both male. The human male is singing in Sangheili. The elite slouched over the human. Using him as support. Each step towards the front entrance of the lobby made their bond a bit stronger. Their bodies grew closer and more intimate. The elite's hands became more grabby. The human took notice of this and drunkenly smiled. Soon their stance went from drunken shuffle to light pushes with their waist. Followed by an overly assertive elite. He pushed the human up against the wall roughly and lowered his head towards the human's. Their forehead touched. Their intoxicated breath mixed. Passionate and lustful looks shown through their eyes. Their hands intertwine. The elite's hand tight up before releasing. He slumped over and collapsed. The human then found something hard made contact with his face. He falls over sideways unconscious. Both of their unconscious bodies began to be dragged. Vanishing beyond the veil of darkness.
The next morning went on as usual. People wandered about. Vehicles drove up and down on the dirt road. One such vehicle pulled up near the apartment complex. A female soldier hopped out of a grey warthog and stomped towards the complex entrance. When she walked into the lobby her eyes darted from person to person. Her gaze fell upon the receptionist who almost cowarded away by her look. He quickly fumbled with the keyboard as she approached.
"Excuse me." The soldier already knew she had the receptionist attention. "I am looking for Kale Robison." The receptionist typed the name and wrote a number on a pale yellow sticky note. He stuck out his hand out with the sticky note. She snatched it out of his hands with a cold smile and marched off in the direction of the number. Her face scowled when she arrived at the numbered room. She lifted the note. Checking to see if it matched. Confirming that it was, she politely knocked. No response. She knocked again with slight annoyance. She got nothing. Her fist balled up and pounded on the door. "Private Robison, get your ass out her right now." She received another round of nothing. Her face tightened and teeth clenched as she punched the door. Her hand trailed toward the keypad that resided on the door. She entered a number before clearing it.
The receptionist watched the female soldier return from the hall with a pissed look. This look causes extra panic in the receptionist. He scrambled for a pen and retyped the name. In his state, he had entered the name wrong multiple times. Drawing near and sweat dripping with fright. He punched in Kale Robison. His eyes trailed away from the monitor when the female soldier pushed the sticky note back towards him.
"I would like the pin number for this room number. And before you ask. It's UNSC business." She did not even need to convince the receptionist as he just wrote the number on the back side. His hands shook nervously which she cupped. She took the pen from his hand and wrote on his palm. She set the pen down and disappeared back down the hall. He flipped his hand and read what she wrote. He gulped. It was a time, place, and what type of wine to bring.
The female soldier found herself in a familiar scenery. The door is still locked. She knocked waiting for an answer. Still nothing so she entered the number on the pin pad. It beeped and the door slid open. She walked in and touched a switch on the wall. The lights turned on revealing a room that has not been touched. The bed is still made. No dishes around or inside the sink. She walked deeper into the room. His uniform was still hanging in the closet. Bathroom still cold. The towels still folded neatly. She walked back towards his bed. She notices nothing out of the ordinary. She walked over to the nightstand and inspected it. Pulling open drawers one at a time. Finding questionable and personal items. Then she opened the last top drawer. His personal identification pad slid out. She picked it up and tapped on it. The screen opened up to him with an elite being all buddies and pals like. The picture of them showed the local bar with an annoyed bartender. She opens up her right side pocket and stuffs the pad in it. A migraine started to form as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"When I find you, I will make you pay for this long morning?" The female soldier scowled again. She stormed off fuming with anger. She exited the lobby as quick as she entered only to run into a familiar ginger. "Oh, Lieutenant Talan. Surprise to see you?" The ginger hair woman turned around. She wore a military grey jumpsuit. Her cuffs and lower knees were stained. Other than that her jumpsuit was almost practically clean.
"Wow, Sergeant Major Jenson. Funny running into you." Michelle spoke with enthusiasm. "Say, have you found Private Robison?" Jenson shook her head.
"Negative. He wasn't in his room. He even left his ID pad." Jenson spoke with stress.
"Hmm, that doesn't sound like Robison. Wonder where he is at?" Michelle's voice hinted with concern.
"Do not fret Lieutenant, I will find him. If not, someone else will." Jenson reassured Michelle, who smiled in return.
"Well if you find him, let Captain Gel know. Just brace yourself. He already dropped five other marines." Michelle's face recoiled at the thought of facing push ups again. She watched as Jenson's face contorted in panic and fear.
"God help me if I don't." They both laughed heartily before parting ways. Jenson eyes trailed Michelle until she was out of sight. "Fuck me. God damn it Robison!" Jenson jogged over to her warthog and jumped into it. She dug into her right pants pocket and pulled out her ID pad. She slotted it in. She placed her left hand on the steering wheel. She pushed the engine start button and turned the dial to reverse. She pulled out quickly and switched the dial of the drive. She peeled out into the dirt road and drove. She flipped the radio on and drove as fast as the speed limit allowed. "Next stop, The Old Soul."