Ch 2
"You're good to go, Spartan. The director wants you to visit the counselor." The doctor said.
"I know." Noble 6 said, and grabbed his weapons; the covenant needle rifle, and the MA-37 assault rifle.
Noble 6 walked out of the med bay, wearing his armor. As he walked down the hall of the ship, everyone cleared from his way afraid of the Spartan, who easily towered over the freelancers.
Approaching the door, he knocked on it and waited.
"Come in."
Opening and closing the door, Noble 6 didn't notice he was briefly watched from outside. Walking inside, he looked at the counselor noticing her features. She was middle age, probably in her 40s. With light brown curly hair, and a touch of red lipstick coating her lips.
"Counselor?" 6 asked.
"Sit down." she said, motioning to one of the chairs.
"My armor weights a full ton." 6 replied.
"The chairs on this ship are built to handle such weight. Sit down." She said.
6 sat down, while the counselor looked at the Spartan. She noted that the armor looked very similar to Agent Maine's armor, especially the helmet.
"Our records show that you died during operation: Uppercut during the battle of reach. How is it that you survived?" she asked.
Noble 6 sighed and clenched his fists. He still had the adrenaline rush from a battle.
"Counselor, I have no idea how I'm still alive. The radiation should have killed me, hell I should be trapped in some weird dimension. People have actually disappeared while working on the damn drives." 6 replied.
"What's the last thing you remember from the war?" the counselor asked.
"Noble 5 jumps off the corvette. The ship was docking with the supercarrier, and I activated the bomb. I don't remember anything else after that." 6 said.
The two sat in silence, when Noble 6 spoke again.
"I've been looking over the UNSC records after the fall of reach. I still can't believe we won, let alone survived. 117 must have been one hell of a soldier." 6 said.
Just then, the director came inside the room and looked at Noble 6.
"I've been looking over your combat record. And I think you can be a valuable asset to project Freelancer." The director said.
"The covenant war is over. Are we fighting the Insurrectionists?" 6 asked.
"We are. After the war, they've grown in size and strength. Project freelancer is trying to curb their strength and influence." The director said.
"If we're defending the UNSC, I'm in." Noble 6 said.
"Excellent. Head to the barracks. I'll let the rest of the agents know." The director said.
"Agents, sir?" 6 asked.
"We have 50 agents aboard this ship. All are very lethal and capable fighters." The director said, almost proud of his agents.
"If they've fought the covenant during the war, then you're correct." 6 replied.
"And if they haven't?" the director asked.
"Then we'll see what they're capable of." 6 answered, standing up and headed towards the door.
"Noble 6, I'd like another session with you." The counselor said.
"Schedule it later. I need to see what's going on this ship." 6 said, as he left the room and headed towards the barracks.
Agent North and York were watching a game of grifball, when a message came onto the screen.
Attention all agents.
We have a new agent on the ship, Spartan Noble 6. He is to start training and go on field operations. He expects your full cooperation.
-Director of Project Freelancer.
"A Spartan?" York asked.
"Noble 6?" North wondered, when the door opened.
"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." Noble 6 said, as he walked into the barracks, standing at his full height.
"Noble 6. I'm agent York, and this is Agent North Dakota." York said, extending his hand.
Noble 6 grabbed his hand and shook it. York was surprised at the newcomer's strength and power.
"Nice to meet you two. Can anyone tell me more about project freelancer?" Noble 6 asked.
"Sure thing. We're a special forces branch, dedicated to protecting humanity. The director has plans for project freelancer. And said plans are unknown to us." North said.
"Sounds very stupid." Noble 6 replied.
"That's one way of putting it." North said.
Just then, the door opened and another Freelancer walked in. She was wearing a light purple armor.
"North, Spartan, come with me." South said.
"What for?" North asked.
"The director wants to see us." South said.
The director stood in front of his three agents; behind him was a detailed hologram on an oil platform surrounded by glaciers and cold water.
"A mission, sir?" 6 asked.
"Correct. You three are to infiltrate the facility and gather intel on a cryogenics device. This device is important to project freelancer, so complete the mission. Remember, stealth is of the upmost importance." The director said, glaring at south.
'She must have a problem with that. Interesting.'
The three headed to the armory and grabbed their weapons. South chose a pistol, North grabbed his sniper rifle and a sub machine gun, and 6 kept his needle rifle and assault rifle.
"What kind of weapon is that?" North asked, pointing to the covenant rifle.
"Needle rifle. Heard of the needler? This is the cousin." Noble 6 said.
"It fires needles? God, I'd hate to be on the opposite end of that." North said.
Noble 6 raised an eyebrow at that.
"Did any of you agents fought in the war?" he asked.
"Wash, but that's it." South said.
The ride to the base was quiet as the freelancers gathered their thoughts. Noble 6 poured over the available intel on the icy rig. One thing was for certain. It was going to be very cold.
"Heads up. Thermals will be near useless thanks to the freezing cold. Use your motion trackers, and good luck." Noble 6 said, as the pelican slowed down; they were approaching the DZ.
The three agents jumped out of the Pelican and landed on the lower catwalks of the base. 6 took point and lead them into upper portion of the base.
"North, head to one of those towers and provide over-watch. South, me and you will look for the data." 6 said.
"Got it." South said, and headed into the facility.
"South, did you activate your motion tracker?" North asked.
"That'll take too long." South replied.
"How stupid can she be?" 6 muttered, as he activated his motion tracker; he knew that little piece of technology saved his life plenty of times.
6 entered thru a different way and slowly walked forward, a combat knife in his hands. Motion sensors detected an enemy heading from his left. Hiding behind some pipes, he waited for the enemy to walk away.
"Thanks god." He muttered and entered another hallway. At the end was a computer terminal. Plugging in a data chip, he gathered all the information they needed.
"North, I got the information and…" 6 started, when he heard gunfire.
"Goddamn it." 6 muttered, as he brought his needle rifle to bear.
"Meet us at the helipad!" North shouted.
Sighing, 6 ran at full speed to the helipad, coming closer to the sound of gunfire. Without breaking a sweat, he aims his needle rifle and fires 4 shots, killing the four snipers that had the twins pinned down.
"Thanks for the help!" South shouted.
"Thank me later!" 6 replied, as they headed onto the helipad, killing the enemy soldiers that stood in their way. Noble 6 ran forward and implanted his knee into the first enemy soldier that came close to him. And said enemy was thrown back towards his fellow comrades, knocking them down as if they were bowling pins.
"We're clear!" 6 shouted, as they ran onto the pad, surrounded by enemy soldiers.
"Oh come on!" South exclaimed.
"Shit." North muttered.
"Attention assholes! Stand down! You're surrounded! Give us the data file! Or we'll take it by force!" the squad leader shouted, manning the heavy machinegun trained on them.