Burke walked out of the ONI committee chamber stunned and with a broad smile spread across his face. The ONI had given him permission to have his own group of Spartans. However there were conditions to which he would have to abide to. Firstly he had to pick the children from the age of six. Secondly only members of his crew could train them, thirdly they would confine the Spartans to a private ONI approved training area and lastly they weren't going to be quite the Spartan that James was, he had discovered that James was a Spartan II the best of the best, his group of Spartans on the other-hand would be Spartan III, not quite as good as the Spartan II but he could get more of the Spartan III. He settled for these conditions and considered himself lucky that he was aloud any Spartans at all. "Now" he thought to himself "I just need to find the right candidates for the job". As he walked back to his ship he decided that one hundred was a good number of candidates to bring to the facility, he sighed, it was gonna be a long couple of weeks.
Sean stared around the play ground, and leapt from the platform he was on, he grasped the monkey bars and began swinging to and fro, pushing himself across more of the bars, his six year old arms clinging to the bars. His friends had always been astounded by his strength at the task of gripping those thin strips of cylindrical metal, but then again they were also amused by his thick messy dark brown hair. He didn't care though, why would he? He just had a great time getting caught up in the moment, without a care in the world, the wind in his hair, whipping at his face, he just enjoyed life, just like any six year old would. He looked over towards the benches and he seen a man, staring at him, like a scientist observes a guinea pig. The man gestured for him to come over; he slowly walked towards the man.
"You're very good at those monkey bars" he said in a casual voice
"That's what all my friends say as well, they say I'm the best at everything" he boasted.
"O.k. let's see if you can win at this game" the man said, he reached in his trousers and pulled out a little grey car, it was based on one of those old fashion Chevrolet camaros from the year twenty-ten. Sean looked at it, confused.
"What am I supposed to do?" he asked uncertain of what was going to happen.
"I want you to catch it" said the man.
"You want me to catch a little toy car"
"Yes"
"What's the catch?"
"It has a little motor in it"
"So, let me get this straight, you want me to catch a little toy car with a little toy motor, am I right?"
"Yes, so you shouldn't have much trouble with it then"
"If you say so" Sean said, still sounding rather confused.
The man placed the little toy car on the ground and stepped back. "You may begin" he said.
"But it's not even moving"
"Go on then, grab it so"
Sean reached forward to grab the car, but then suddenly it moved a foot to the left, he reached for it again and it moved once again. Then it hit Sean, the little car must have a motion sensor inside it, which activated a motor, which must move the car. He reached out to test his theory once more.
The man stared at Sean as if observing him to see how he coped with the situation and to see how he solved the problem.
Sean then suddenly took a quick swipe at it and his fingers just brushed the side of the toy, then he did another in quick succession and succeeded in grabbing it. He opened his palm to look at the little toy.
"Impressive" the man said, he extended his arm and the little toy car out of Sean's hand.
"Thanks mister that was really good fun" Sean said and he ran off to tell his friends about his little victory.
Captain Burke watched small boy run towards the other group of children. "He's fast" Burke thought, he reached in his pocket and took out a notepad and pencil and began scribbling notes down about the boy. It took far too long to get out the notepad and pencil, these civilian clothes were far too loose but the pockets were rather useful. He then took out a pad with a screen on it, it scanned the little vehicle and it came up with two different sets of DNA. Burke selected the second because he realised that the first set was his. He then brought up the scanners menu and selected the scan that he had saved from one of the journals written by a previous person who did the Spartan project, a woman called Doctor Hasley. The scan was only a fifty percent match but the Captain had a good feeling about that boy, so he jotted down the boys name on his list of one hundred that he was going to take in out of the hundred and fifty candidates to be judged. That boy was going to get in; he was going to make it so.