Chapter 2
It's a living
"We'll be in contact; you know the drill, all hush, hush. Never been here, I don't exist and all that." Replied Katharine, as she motioned for the other two MIB impersonators behind her to hand over their suitcases.
"Has anyone ever told you that working with you reminds me of those old 007 movies?" said Ziizika as she was handed one of the suitcases, her T.A.T.R-14 hanging loosely in her opposite hand.
"Not really no," replied Katherine
"We'll be in touch, Tata"
/ The following Document is classified, and is deniable by any or all major countries of the UNSC.
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Project Napalm
This mission is designated High Risk
On December 5th 2531 the planet Blitzkrieg was captured by the Covenant. And for some reason yet unknown, the planet was left virtually untouched. The marine forces stationed there however were captured. Among them is one Corporal Gregory.
Corporal Gregory holds important information which is hidden in a codex inside his neural lace. We will not divulge the nature of the said information, but least to say, it could be the difference between victory or failure in the war.
Current Intel puts the Covenant holding Corporal Gregory still on the planet.
The Mission if accepted is to either
Bring back Corporal Gregory alive
Bring back the backup of Corporal Gregory's NL
Destroy the information to ensure the Covenant don't find it
Option c is a final resort only, and the payment will be halved if conformation of its destruction is sent to us.
Signed Katharine Mallard
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End Transmit
Roger looked around the room, the three suitcases lay on the table they were playing hearts on only a half hour ago, containing two million American dollars in small bills,
"Do we take it?" he asked. But he already knew the answer,
So when they got the coded message from ONI headquarters they knew what to say.
"We'll do it" said Roger over the com-unit, and then ended the Communiqué.
"I just can't get my head around the digits, twenty million dollars. That could buy a hell of a lot of cheeseburgers" said Jackal, patting his stomach
"trust you Jackal, always thinking about your gut, if your not careful you'll get fat, your well on your way there now" said Ziizika, poking Jackal in the stomach for good measure as she went to polish her T.A.T.R-14.
"For your information its ninety percent muscle" replied Jackal, while flexing his biceps, in front of everyone, Silence took out his cards again, and started playing solitaire.
"That's a pretty big ten percent you got there then mate" Said Silence,
Roger looked at the two of the bickering, and decided to stop it,
"You're both going on like a married couple here, calm down, and Jackal? No more cheeseburgers." He said in one breath. Then he took out his Ka-Bar and whetstone again and started sharpening the already paper thin edge.
"Space travel gets pretty boring when you have nothing to do eh?" said Silence, finishing his solitaire. And grabbing a pair of handcuffs,
"Hey Ziizika, could you do me up, Jackal you can time me" Said Silence, jiggling the handcuffs at Ziizika
Several hours later, and they were almost at the Blitzkrieg system. They started getting suited up again, Silence with his four blades, silenced and scoped 9mm, with a new addition to his arsenal, another T.A.T.R-14, but again with silencer and scope. While Jackal was deciding between a selection of BR's and the T.A.T.R-14's like the rest.
Roger had already chosen his two SMG's which were on clips to his legs, two M9 Magnums and the Ka-bar knife which was attached to the sheathe on his shin. But instead of heading straight for the planet, they decided to call in some favours.
"Alright, first Port of Call?" asked Jackal, as he paced.
"What about that S.C.O you dated?" suggested Silence, as he sat in front of a yellowed address book; this was surprising as he was the supposed Tech Head.
"Dude, these are people on other planets to earth, you know how we were exiled from that system, after the incident on Venus" said Ziizika, as she noticed the notebook.
"Yeah, thanks for that Jackal" said Roger, who was fiddling with a NAAV (Neural Aiming Assistance Visor)
"Hey! She said she was eighteen!" Said Jackal Defensively and Ziizika gave him a disgusted look.
"Yeah, right" said Roger, and Silence added insult to injury by mimicking the girl.
"Oh Mr. Jackal, what a bad, bad boy you are-" Jackal blushed at Silences portrayal,
"You sound just like her,"
Everyone laughed, even Jackal then went back to the task at hand.
"Well I suppose I could talk to Vice Admiral Nelson." Roger said as he scratched his head.
"Wait a second, isn't that the Cabrón… You mean the guy who we stole this Long-sword from? For some reason I don't think he'll be putting the kettle on for us." said Ziizika quickly, obviously worried.
"Yeah, And now were on the receiving end of twenty million dollars. I think he'll forgive us, don't you?" said Roger, making limp wristed hand movements with the Ka-bar in his hand, which Jackal found funny for some reason.
"Okay, your funeral," replied Ziizika, changing coordinates.
Thirty minutes later
They had to do a complete 180 to get into the Sara system. And when they broke Slip space they ran right into a humongous battle, twelve Destroyer class and two Helicon class were engaging eight Covenant cruisers and six Burners. Just as they entered the system they were met by fighter fire. And they watched in the second they arrived, twelve Destroyers were turned into ten and a half.
"Swing left," said Roger, as he noticed the bleeping light, which signified they had been locked on. Ziizika was at the controls and immediately complied. Unfortunately it took a quarter of a second for the inertial dampeners to kick in, and Roger almost fell over.
"Two. Their behind us, what should I do?" said Ziizika, not showing the least amount of worry. Even though she felt like she was going throw up.
"This things experimental, experiment" Roger said in reply.
The ship did a double barrel roll, went straight up, and ended right behind the two.
"Guns aren't firing, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Ziizika said, now she was showing fear. Silence ran through the hallway, and slid the door closed after him.
"What the hell does he think he's doing?" asked Jackal, buckling himself into one of the chairs. Roger looked at him weird,
"No idea, but-" Ziizika cut Roger off
"We got bigger problems at the moment, their shooting at us!"
Fizz, fizz, fizz…
"WHAT THE FUCK?? We should have been killed by those shots, not even those Destroyer class battleships over there have shielding!" Said Jackal, who was in a fit of happy hysteria
"Experimental" replied Roger
"We're out of time; shields aren't so useful when you can't shoot back! And those shields will only last a little while longer"
"Working on that" came a voice over the Intercom. "when I say so, blow exit Airlock 3"
"Okay" said Ziizika, as she did some more spins and turns to avoid being hit by any more shots, knowing that when Silence asked you to do something, it usually ended well. And then, from the Intercom came the words she had hoped against, "BLOW IT!!"
The Long-sword did a triple spin, and POP… TSSSSS…
And from over the intercom they heard Silence screaming
"YEE FUCKING HAA MOTHERFUCKERS" as they watched, he was standing in a full Space suit, Riding on top an old warthog like a surfboard… riddled with C4.
"I always thought he was nuts, and I was right, completely bloody mental." said Jackal, watching through the Vid panel. As their ship continued to avoid the enemy fire, taking hits every so often, that just fizzed onto the shield.
And then the warthog slammed onto the front the first attacker, in the distance, three Covie cruisers and one of the burners were now pieces of flying rubble, and Half a Battleship was flying straight towards another of the Burners Kamikaze style, Testament to Human faith.
Silence bent down, and un-strapped his feet from the warthog, as he was being flown at G forces most would die from, regardless of the inertial dampeners or the relativity of space, then did a double flip off, and only just landing on the second in time to activate his magnetic boots, and with a plasma grenade in hand, he activated it, and threw it onto the rear engine, then jumped out into the void of space.
" I wonder how those Covie bastards fare against twenty three tons of human engineered C4 eh? " Said Silence over the intercom, and took out a wireless detonator as the first plasma grenade exploded, causing the Fighter to spin out of control.