Well. I'm back. I am really really sorry it took so long to update. I would like to say that there was a noble reason for it. A sick family member or something like that. But the truth is, I am very lazy and played video games during the time I could have been writing. Genuinly sorry. This will be the last chapter unless anybody has some ideas for continuation, because I am completely out of ideas on this one. I hope that you enjoy this chapter.

-AFewBricksShortOfALoad

Ps. I own nothing. This belongs to bungie, 343 industries or the various authors who write halo books.

There are many things in the universe. Some here very nice. Some were horrible. None were as nice and as unpleasant at the same time as being totally drunk. Which is that state that Franklin Mendez found himself in. "Will boy," he drunkenly muttered. "Truth or dare?"

Will had begun to respond with truth when he heard Mendez mutter the phrase "Maybe the girlish little sissy will choose truth. Not like he's a real man."

That totally decided it. No choice but to say dare. Which he sure as hell regretted less than five seconds after it left his mouth. "You can dance, right boy?"

He nodded, not sure what to say.

"Then up on the table. You are going to be dancing for the rest of this game."

As the only other recourse left him in his underwear, Will got on the table and began to dance. Everyone in the room shuddered and averted their eyes. John, back to his senses by this point, stood up and said "Chief. This is going entirely too far. This is a complete violation of the Geneva convention for everyone in this room who has to watch it. There is no choice but to take horrible revenge. I am really curious about the childhood that could have messed up someone to the degree you are. Truth or dare."

Mendez really did not want to discuss his childhood with the trainees. "Dare."

"Right. Have an emotional talk with the good doctor Halsey. Your choice of topic, as long as it is sincere."

Mendez swore. He then got up and went on to begin to tell Halsey about the reasons for his hatred of the insurgency. "The devils! The destroyed the Malachite cigar manufacturing plant during one of their campaigns! Those cigars were unique!"

He went on in this vein for some time. It was interrupted by a chiming coming from a nearby terminal. A mechanical voice spoke. "Receiving a priority one transmission from FLEETCOM. Putting through.

Lord Hood's face glared out of the terminal at them. "Doctor Halsey, we have come under attack by a hostile alien force of unknown origin. We are activating the SPARTAN program no-"

He had broken off because of the unusual seen before him. Mendez was walking around, waving his arms and screaming, Halsey was looking on with rapt attention, a young man was dancing on the table to music only he could hear, and multiple pairs of young SPARTANS were engaged in questionable teenage activities. This was not his exact expectation of the SPARTAN program.

That was it. The final chapter. I am done with this story. I am going to start a competition. The best halo fic that is about the Master Chief if he and the rest of Blue team had managed to return to Earth unscathed after the battle of installation 00. I will write a story of the choice of the best one. It will be the genre they pick, with the characters, anything they want. PM me if you want to submit your story.

-AFewBricksShortOfALoad