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Suddenly I was awakened by a loud crash followed by a friendly "oops." "What the hell was that?" I said as I got up from my mattress. "Umm I think I may have broken the radio" Dylan said quite frustrated. "Don't worry about it" I tiredly said as I tried to walk towards the mirror but struggled to do. "Ugh how come it hurts so much to move" I painfully asked Dylan. "Oh don't mind that it only lasts a few seconds, it must've been a side effect from the surgery." He stated while tinkering with what was left of the radio. "Yeah I guess, I truthfully forgot about that happening." I recalled as I examined my reflection in the mirror. I looked across my chest and could see the Stitches from where the surgery was conducted and I started to feel sick, knowing that I have become a military experiment that they so proudly portray as the Spartan-IIs. I cautiously started to look up towards my face dreading the out coming look from the surgery. I sighed with the relief to know that my face was still the way it was before the surgery "Don't worry they left your pretty face alone." He jokingly announced. I shot a threatening look towards him to realize he actually did break the radio. "Apparently during the surgery they made us quite a bit stronger because I went to hit the wake up alarm and busted the damn thing all to hell." He said getting even more annoyed. I took another glance at my face through the mirror; I saw my short brown hair down to my eyebrows almost touching my bluish green eyes, then my chiseled chin. I ran my fingers through my hair and was shocked to find a outcropping into the back of my head. "What the hell is this?" I screamed. "Calm down it's just a neural implant so that you can interface with a new armor we are getting apparently." Dylan unfocusedly stated. "New armour?" I pondered quietly to myself as I continued to feel the Implant's outcropping. "Hey Dylan, I think I'm going to take a walk around the Barrack's corridors." I said as I walked towards the door. "Don't wander off too far, because the medical bay is still in use. Some people haven't finished undergoing the surgery." Dylan advised. I ignored his remark and left the room. I had to see what they did to me; I had to know what they did to me.
I walked toward the medical bay doors and saw multiple gurneys go by, all of them with people from my platoon laying on them, passed out with similar scaring from the surgeries; I feared that some of them may never be the same people I used to know back in basic training. Suddenly I saw a pair of medical bay doors swing open and a familiar looking man walked out, after a bit of thought I Realized that it was Ryan Closs. I noticed that he had also just finished the surgery however he was conscious and the scaring seemed to have healed quite fast because it was barely visible. He seemed to be in a bit of pain as he entered the hall but tried to refrain from showing it. "Hey are you ok man?" I asked him with concern. He drew all of his attention to me and he stared unpleasantly as he said "That's none of your concern" then he violently elbowed me in the ribs. I almost collapsed to the ground from shock. "What the hell is your problem?" I angrily stated as I held my now bruised chest. "Mind your own business Kyle" he stated as he walked towards the firing range. "Don't worry about him, he's an asshole" someone said as they walked towards me. "The names Jamie, Jamie Rosseti" the man said as he went to shake my hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kyle Rayburn" I responded accepting the gesture. "So have you heard about this new armour we are supposed to get?" I asked. "yeah and in matter of fact I've seen it, they were moving it into the main deck." He stated excitedly then his mood dropped backed to what seemed to be his normal. "Well I heard that at we are going to be running skirmishes while wearing them" he said attentively. Just as he finished talking the ships comms had come online with a decently loud screech. "All Spartan personnel report to the op center for debriefing and equipment testing." The comms announced. "let's get down there." I suggested as we began to walk towards the op center.