The next day came like a bullet to the brain. Cheif was throwing commands like they were going out of style; do this, do that, get that done, pack that, practice fighting. It was driving the teams crazy.
"Church! Grif! Front and center!" He yelled as the two said soldiers scrambled to him. "You two are the teams snipers, correct? You need to practice; I give you the rest of today to take aim in the firing range." Grif groaned, he had to do work. "Caboose, Donut. Your two are the cover fire. I need you to collect ammo, and alot of it!" They scurried off to their job. "Junior, your our stealth attacker. Take today to try and sneak up on me without being noticed." Junior yipped a happy blarg and saluted as he ran into another room. "Tucker and Simmons! Your our heavy fire. I want you to prep your Rocket Launchers and go blow up some boulders!"
"Will do, sir!" They raced out the building. "Andy, your our heavy explosives. Our most important weapon." He crouched down. "Will do, Cheif sir!" Andy let out an evil chuckle. "Doc, your our main medic. You'll stay down low and help out wounded. Get your supplies ready!" Doc walked out of the room. "And me?" K asked. "You and Me are the brute force and attack squad." K nodded, Cheif turned around to face Junior. "Nice try. But keep practicing." He patted Junior's head; the little alien has grown alot, standing at a whopping 7 feet. He ran down the hallway and out of sight.
"We aren't doing anything. So... Wanna' spar?" K asked, giving him a mischievous smirk, Cheif nodded as they walked into the training room. "Don't hold back like you did when we were younger." They got into fighting stances. "Like I ever did?" Cheif threw the first punch and it was easily dodged and countered with a swift kick. Taking a hold of K's leg, he picked her up and was about to slam her down, but she twisted around and grabbed his arm.
Quickly flipping over him, K spun on her hands and kicked Cheif's feet from under him. He turned around fast enough to catch a punch and throw another. K caught his and they both threw their weight at the other. Cheif's force knocked K onto the floor, he pinned her down and held her wrists behind her back. K bucked up and knocked him off her back, she tackled him to the ground and held him in the same position as he had her.
"C'mon. I thought you weren't going to hold back?" Cheif smirked and flipped over, picking K up and pinning her on the wall. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought you might be a challenge by now." K kicked Cheif back, making him stumble. Once she was on her feet, both ran at the other and fist met fist. A loud crack made them stop. "Son of a bitch!" K held her bleeding hand; Cheif just popped his knuckles. "Aw, did that hurt?" He smirked and was soon tackled again. "Sarcastic bastard, as always." K took a hold of his dog-tags.
Doc walked into the room. "You okay in here? I herd a screa-..." His look of worry turned into surprise. "I'm just going to leave now." He turned around and left the room. Cheif pushed K off and stood up. He held a hand out to K and helped her up. "Nice spar. We'll have to do it again sometime."
"Maybe." Cheif turned around again. "Not this time, Junior." Junior blarged as he ran off again. The two old friends walked into the range to check on their snipers. Church cursed as he missed another target; and Grif laughed at the others misery as he hit another dead on. "Shut up, Red!"
"I'ts not my fault that you're a shitty shot!" Church lunged at Grif and K jumped in between them. "Church! Quit fighting and pretend the targets are Grif! Then you might actually hit one!" Church took the advice and he finally hit one, and another, and another. "Nope." Cheif said and Junior ran away again.
The rest of the day flew by with many failed attempts to sneak up on Cheif by Junior, many giant boulders turned into gravel, alot of killed targets and a new drop of supplies and three new Worthogs. As the teams settled down for the night, Cheif stood on top of the base, staring into the sky as the moon slowly crept around the Halo. He herd footsteps behind him. "Again, no Junior."
"Junior! Geeze, how rude." A female voice said; K walked up to Cheif. "Finished packing the supplies in the Hogs. You preparing for tomorrow?" She stood beside him. "Yep." The moon moved far enough so that you could see Earth. The war between the Covenant and Spartans had just ended right before Command set Cheif to Lead these teams. "Well, I'm heading to bed. You'd better, too. Remember, the alarms are going off a 4am." K nodded and began to walk into the base. Cheif stood there, taking another long glance at his home, and followed close behind K. The two Spartans looked at the other before they headed in opposite directions and into their rooms.