The long awaited by probably nobody sequel to Agent Hawaii's Big Break! As always, all I own is everything not owned by somebody else. Thanks for the reviews! I'm going to keep working on introducing more about Rob in this one.

Medical Ward Sidewinder base Foxtrot
0640
"Sargent, that is enough! I shall handle this interrogation as I see fit to!" Came a southernly drawl.

"Well dude,maybe not dude, maybe you'll actually survive!"

"Uhh, who are you?" came Rob's confused voice.

"Yo, dude, it's me, Vic,"came Vic's ever annoying voice.

"No, not you, the other guy."

At this, Monty and the mystery man exchanged a worried glance.
"Now, you have suffered some serious injuries, it may be some time before you can walk again," came Monty's comforting voice.

"Yes, but who is that guy?"

"I am the Director. You will call me as such," came the now not-so-mysterious man's voice.

"Ok... so what do you want with me?" Rob asked.

"I have taken interest in you, and have a proposition for you." the Director promptly stated.

"Yo, dude, what's a proposition?"

"It's like an agreement between two parties."

"Uh, Rob? Are you okay?" Monty worriedly asked.

"I told you sergeant, THAT IS ENOUGH! Now, we have some business to discuss, and I would appreciate it if a certain sergeant would leave."

"Yes sir." Monty replied with a salute as he left the room.

"So Agen- I mean,Mr. DaKine, I have taken an interest in you. I presume you've heard of Project Freelancer?"

"Wait, wasn't one of their agents the one that beat that guy to death with his own skull?"

"Do not be ridiculous. This is no time for jokes. Anyway, I want you in my department."

"Really? Me?"

"Yes, and I've also noticed you already have a contact within my network," the Director stated, placing a comm on the desk.

"Yo, dude," came a familiar voice.

"Might I ask just how you managed to meet Vic?"

"Oh, we go way back, he and I."

"Interesting. Anyway, I wish you to consider my offer. You may contact me through Vic."

Sidewinder base Foxtrot Medical Ward
2300, two days later.

"Well Rob, I guess this is it," came Monty's sad voice, weaving through the anesthetics to Rob's brain.
"I've been shipped out," he kept talking to Rob's sleeping form, "I'm not gonna get to stalk you for those six months I promised."

"Monteeee... Is that you? I hear somebody," came Rob's voice, crystal clear in the silence of the medical ward.

"I'm here Rob. I'm here. Listen, even if only your subconscious can hear me, take that guy's offer. It could give you a future of something. Of course, you could also wind up dead, but lets not dwell on that."Rob's mind, now partially active, was able to respond with a bit of sentience this time.

"Monty, if I have to get new armor, tell Vic to go to hell for me, will you?"

Monty, still not knowing just who Vic was, decided Rob was delusional.

UNSC Starbase orbiting Earth
Classified
2 months later

Rob stepped off the shuttle pad with a feeling of anxiety and nervousness as he looked around for his contact. He hadn't been told how he would recognize his contact, but suddenly that didn't matter as he saw the man holding the cardboard sign with his name on it.

"Are you Robert DaKine?" asked the strange man standing before him. He wore a black suit, a black tie, black shoes, black socks, black sunglasses, and his hair was black.

"Who wants to know?"

"The Director of Project Freelancer."

"Ah, well, in that case, you've found him. Might I ask your name?"

"You may."

"Alright, what's your name?"

"I said you could ask me, I never said I could tell you."

"Well, I guess you've got a point there. So, when do I meet The Director?"

"The way I remember it, you already did about two months ago."

"C'mon man. Stop playing games. You know as well as I do that I meant when do I get to see him."

"You don't."

"How bout if I pretend to be an alien and say "Take me to your leader?""

"The Director doesn't like jokes. Just follow me."

"Yo, dude, what did I miss? Vic is in the house," came Vic's comforting voice over the radio.
This time Rob was smart enough to turn off the external audio on his standard MkIV helmet.

"Will you just leave me alone? What did you ever do for me?"

"Dude, do you seriously not remember? You wouldn't know how to do anything if it wasn't for me. I even taught you how to put your helmet on, not to mention giving you all those specs on the UNSC and Covenant vehicles. What about all those training simulators dude? If I remember, the ghost was your favorite?"

"I STILL don't understand how you taught me to put my helmet on if I can only hear you through my helmet."

"Dude, stop changin the subject."

Flashback

2 months 2 weeks ago...

Rob was riding through the desert on this brand new ghost, shooting at all the grunts he saw. Suddenly, he realized that there was a boost button. He plowed through the grunts, and whooped in celebration as the computer told him the next round was about to begin.

"Round 2, Elites equipped with energy swords."

This was too easy. The elites ran straight at his ghost, practically commiting suicide. As he ran over the last one with a satisfying crunch, the computer informed him of the next round.

"Round 3, Mixed Elites and Grunts with fuel rod cannons."

They too were no match, as the ghost was faster than the rockets. And so the next eight rounds went until:

"Round 13, Elites on ghosts."

As it turned out, the only thing ghosts didn't work against, was other ghosts.

UNSC Starbase orbiting Earth
Classified
2 months 2 weeks later

"Yeah, well, I was pretty drunk then. What did you expect me to do when I found out I was being shipped to the coldest place possible? Dance for joy? Hop up and down on one foot? You're messed up Vic, you know that?"

"Woah, dude, pull the brakes on those insults till I agree that they're anywhere near accurate."

"Well, what have you done for me recently?"

"... Seriously dude? I mean, come on! You can't be serious! What have I done for you recently? You wouldn't even be able to party right now if it wasn't for me! You'd have to party in the afterlife dude!"
By now, the strange man had led him through a do not enter door, through an obstacle course, and crossed a river to a shuttle site without Rob noticing since he was so focused on Vic.

"You know, most people ask about the do not enter door, and those who don't ask about the obstacle course. Nobody has ever made it to the river or the site itself without talking. That either bodes well or bad for you, agent." Rob was still talking to Vic, and hadn't even noticed him say that. Of course, the secret man noticed he was talking to himself and had a sudden insight that he was crazy. Just like everyone else.

As he entered the shuttle, he realized he wasn't the only one there. There are two stern looking soldiers with assault rifles slung over their armor.

"So, wadda in for?" Rob joked with them. They said nothing, simply staring.

"Am I that good looking that you can't keep your eyes off me?"

"Sir, we have been assigned as your security detail."

"Security detail? I'm not important, I'm just me. Why has everyone taken such an interest in me?"

"Well, we've been told that you're to be made a spartan."

"A SPARTAN?! I DIDN'T SIGN UP TO BE CYBERNETICALLY ENHANCED!"

"Well, you wouldn't exactly be a spartan..."

"Well what's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see..."

Mother of Invention

The Present

"Sir, the new agent is here."

"Excellent, send him in Counselor, send him in."

There you have it! The conclusion of chapter two! I Hope you all enjoyed, and I appreciate reviews! Hope this explains who Rob is, and that my grammar is better than last time.