Epilogue

It was easy once he found a way to imitate Sarge's voice.

After a week of recording the man's speech, he'd been able to chop and put together some complex yet short sentences of his own, thus, he didn't really have to imitate a lot, either. It was so easy.

The man was easy enough to lure into the cave, where neither the gunshots nor the cry for help didn't reach to either bases. He couldn't stop the old man from accessing the radio, calling one of his team to come help, but once he took the radio and the man out, he found that he'd been infiltrated with the Omega AI. It was an unexpected acquisition, but a good one nonetheless. After subduing the AI behind a firewall, switching the armor plates with his own, and kicking the dead body to a dark corner, he'd infiltrated the Red base. It was just so easy.

After about a day or so, he'd found the perfect timing to kill the Orange one. Grif, he was called. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, having a leisurely smoke, he didn't see the red soldier come up behind him until he was kicked in the head, over the edge and down to his demise at the base of the cliff.

Unfortunately, the Pink one had accidentally seen him push Grif off the cliff, and ran into the base screaming like a girl at the top of his lungs. He had panicked for a time, and practically flew down the path and into the base, only to be pleasantly surprised by a confused Simmons trying to hold off a panicking Donut.

Not knowing what the pink guy had already said, he was quick to shoot the screaming wuss down.

Simmons wasn't as fast to die, but he was still easy to kill. Seeing Donut go down, he had attempted to run to the safety of his room and get his armor back on. Of course, he was faster. The man was wearing a long sleeve black shirt on brown slacks with no real protection of a full-body armor, and even though the man looked one eighth cyborg, he was soon to die when the two chords had been pulled out of his neck during their struggle.

It would have been a clean base if it had stopped there. When he'd come back to the kitchen where he'd killed Donut… where he'd thought he'd killed Donut, the pink armor was gone. Of course, being the smart one he is, knew the wound would have been too serious to live. But knowing the marvels of a human body, he twisted off one metal chair leg, then sat back on it, letting the metal pierce through his side.

Then he waited.

Sure enough, the Blues came running with a medic. The idiots told him everything that Donut did, and didn't. It was easy to blame it on the one other person who wasn't present, based, of course, on the research he'd done on the Blood Gulch personnel: Lopez.

It wasn't even that hard to isolate the only medic. The Blues were as stupid as they looked, and with the golden opportunity labeled 'toilet', Doc was soon gone down the cliff with a bullet wound. However, he had made a mistake of not silencing his shot (not that he had a silencer), so he blew another round to his already abused stomach and scaled down the side of the cliff, finding a strong enough weed to hold onto as the Blues arrived.

Then he was sent out, out in the open, to do whatever he wanted. They'd even sent their most idiotic soldier to 'keep an eye on him'. Of course, Private Caboose was as easily disposed of as a grunt. The blues even had the gall to make a grave for the idiot, in the middle of a battle. Though in hindsight, it was more a massacre. Multiple homicides.

It was pure luck that he'd caught the little alien devil wandering around the Warthog. But, it was easy once he'd showed bare skin at the hungry monster. Heck, it even dragged its 'mother' into the trap!

Ah, then, right then came the most satisfying moment out of this entire mission. Killing Tex. How he'd wanted to see the bitch go down!

It was almost too easy.

Then came the last soldier's paranoia. It was tempting to leave the man to himself, worry destroy his mind. But then again, he did want to leave the dirt canyon – there was nothing to do other than to kill the Blood Gulchers.

So he snuck up and shot Private Church in the head.

It was too easy.

He started peeling off the red armor plates, dumping them next to the immobile cobalt soldier. The robotic head on a rock nearby kept blabbering incomprehensible sentences in what he figured was spanish, though a quick, annoyed glare shut it up pretty quickly. Throwing off the red SPARTAN helmet, Perce Knight proceeded to dig out his own, pure-white armor with brown arm bands from his hiding place. His EVE helmet came first. Reaching the radio port, he contacted headquarters.

"Hello, Recovery Zero calling Command. Come in, Command."

Slight fuzz came from the radio. "Hello Recovery Zero, we have you."

"I've managed to recover the Omega AI, and have just finished eliminating everyone within Blood Gulch who was involved, including Agent Nevada."

"Excellent Agent Maine, stand by for orders.… Agent Maine, you are to return to Recovery Command to drop off the Omega AI and the Iota AI ASAP."

"Understood. Recovery Zero out."

"That was easier than I expected," came a metallic voice. An orange light blinked into his view, a miniature holographic human. It was smirking, arms crossed, in a cocky manner.

"And I have you to thank, Sigma," said Maine, putting on the last of his armor. "Your improvisional skills are as best as ever."

"Perce, please," laughed the orange AI, "I am here to assist."

Oh, I am SO evil.

Yes, that wasn't even Lopez. It was Agent Maine. And it was not really Maine either because Sigma was the one who came up with the plan. I just thought, Sigma's supposed to be creative, but he's also an AI built specifically for battle, so why not be able to use that creativity to make battle (or in this case infiltrating and assassinating for full extermination) plans for a soldier. And that soldier was Maine, because I just wanted him to kill everyone. AND we don't know what AI he had. AND we don't know whose AI was Sigma. So there. The last part about calling Sigma Simon was a flash decision, just to show how it kinda turned evil (Omega starting to call himself O'Malley, Gamma Gary...).

I know it doesn't have a hint at all pointing to Maine, and I tried to make it look like Sarge (or Lopez) had done it, and Lopez isn't even in this story! It was just fun to think.

Now Lopez'll be lonely. Oh well.

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