In a Pelican dropship over Tsavo Highway headed to Nairobi, Kenya, Earth
Gunnery Sergeant Hemin, Leroy J.
November 17th, 2552
7th Shock Troops Battalion, 105 Helljumper Division
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper of the UNSC Marine Corps
"Is Sierra-010 onboard pilot?" asked a person on the radio who sounded a lot like Fleet Admiral Hood.
"Yes, sir, Lord Hood," said the pilot. I guess my assumptions were right.
"Then tell her that she's needed at ONI base 12 to be debriefed by code-name May Perry," said Hood.
"Yes, sir, right away sir," said the pilot. Naomi was behind us the whole time listening to the transmission and shaking her head.
"Who's May Perry?" I asked the pilot.
"That's classified inform…"
"It's alright," said Naomi.
"Ok then," concluded the pilot.
Naomi started by saying how this May Perry was ONI director Margaret Parangosky. She knew what the mission was but it wouldn't start until the war is truly over, she said. Here I am, wondering what the mission was, and all of a sudden she says "Hemin" and "we had some good times" and goodbye" and she jumps out after the pilot says clear to drop. I looked over the edge and wondered how I lost another friend. I thought of Susan, Gage, J.D., my family, and Naomi right when an incoming transmission on another secure channel was going on.
"What's the situation, ma'am?" I asked.
"Have you heard of the Elites and how we're siding with them against the rest of the Covvies? Well were going with them somewhere in their main carrier, the Shadow of Intent."
"Where we headed?"
"Don't know. But they say that were leaving immediately today."
I looked at the other ODST who had survived the battle and saw that he was sleeping. It reminded me of the rookie and made me chuckle a bit.
"Well that's a killjoy."