Alright, so I haven't updated in forever… I went back through hand made some minor changes to chapters 1-3. I have finished the story and am in the process of uploading it all. One thing I hate is when someone doesn't finish a story. Even if it sucked, I still hate when it just stops. So I will not be a person like that and I will finish it! I still don't own Halo…

Chapter 4

0930-07/February/2546/ Halo Universe

Headhunter Training Facility

Onyx

"Spartans, ATTEN-HUH!" Gunny Hawkins bellowed. The entire Headhunter class stood to attention. They were in UNSC fatigues instead of their armor.

"Spartans, good job on completing this course." LCDR Kurt Ambrose said from a theater like platform. Apparently he had approved and known about the headhunter program from the beginning. "You have learned from the very best. You have stalked, killed, blown up, and studied Covenant Technology. You will be the literal tip of the spear for UNSC forces. No one outside of this room save for a few members of ONI brass will every even know of your existence, however, Humanity will owe you a large debt of gratitude."

Jonah stood next to Roland with the rest of the class. He stared into infinity as he had been taught, but listen to every word from the LCDR. Jonah was more than ready to take the fight to the Covenant he felt his knife that he wore under his pants on his right leg, and remembered his family.

"You will be called up by your training color, given the headhunter badge, and given a codename for your team." Jonah allowed his eyes to move as he watched Black team go up. They had scored the best out of any unit for any event. Jonah knew he and Roland probably could have been the best if the instructors didn't take points off for playing.

"Purple. Alpha-211 Jonah and Alpha-258 Roland. Second place in all events except for the day one, team event." Jonah and Roland marched up to the podium and saluted. LCDR Ambrose returned the salute and placed the Headhunter badge in each young man's hand. The badge was a golden skull, with an ancient Roman sword through the head. A pair of historic M1 Garand rifles crossed behind it. Part of the Headhunter mantra 'When in doubt' was inscribed across the top of the skull.

"Congratulations." LCDR Ambrose saluted both of them.

"Thank you sir. We won't let you down." Roland said for both of them.

As the two of them marched over toward Gunny Hawkins, Kurt muttered to himself, "I know you won't."

"Jonah, Roland." Gunny Hawkins looked at the two young men. "Your team name is to be Dagger. Your first mission should be coming down the pipe soon. Good luck."

"Thank you Gunny." Jonah grinned. "Sorry about the instructors who couldn't be here. I would have thought the lockup would have worn off by now."

The Gunny's face fell. "Dismissed." He barked and the two of them jogged off from the area back to their barracks.

"I'm going for some food." Roland said as he put his SPI armor back on. The Spartans didn't feel right outside of it. "Want to come?"

Jonah replaced all of his armor plates and shook his head. "No thanks, I'm gonna get some rest. No reason not to sleep when we can." Jonah slid his knife into the sheath on his armor.

Roland nodded and left as Jonah laid down on his rack. He set an alarm in his helmet and shut his eyes.

"AHHHH!" Jonah looked around again and could see the Covenant overrunning his home. The jackel was still devouring his sister, but one thing had changed this time. He could still smell the discharged plasma and the burning flesh of his father from when the Elite shot him after he tried to fight and his mother had still been killed earlier that day by the airstrikes. But this time, Jonah was in his SPI armor. No longer a small child, he was now a fully trained and armored Spartan.

"Let's try this again." Jonah said to himself as he stitched a string of rounds across the Jackel, dropping it to the ground. He swung to his left and drew a bead on a grunt. A double tap and a spray of blood as it dropped like a log. He moved through the rest of his house, killing two more grunts before rounding a corner to find the Elite.

"Remember me?" Jonah thought as he held the trigger down on his M7S, widdling away at the Elites shielding. The Elite returned fire with his plasma rifle which Jonah side stepped with ease. His M7S clicked empty and he drew his sidearm. He feathered the trigger and sent eight slugs of lead toward the elite. The seventh round dropped the shields as Jonah backed through a door way, removing himself from the Elites line of sight. He stepped into a shadowed part of the room and drew his knife. The Elite stalked into the room and fired into the direction where Jonah had gone. Jonah slid up right behind the Elite and slid his knife up into its jaws. The knife pressed directly into the brain cavity and killed the Elite. Dark purple blood oozed down Jonahs hand as he twisted the knife to ensure he cut the major blood vessels.

A Spartan II stepped into the room and looked to see Jonah standing over the Elite. Jonah fired a few suppressed bullets into the Elite's carcass. "Go on." Jonah said to him. "I'm secure here." The Spartan nodded and left, and Jonah heard a faint beeping. He immediately started looking for some type of trap of explosive device before he awoke.

Jonah sat up in his rack and reached for his helmet to turn off the alarm. He realized that he had a cold sweat running down his body even though he was wearing his armor.Roland walked into the room to see Jonah sitting up in his rack.

"You alright?"

"Yeah…" Jonah placed his face in his hands.

"You had the dream again, didn't you?" Roland asked as he sat down on the rack across from Jonah.

"What dream?" Jonah asked, trying to play it down.

"Don't try to hide it. I have seen you thrashing and mumbling in your sleep before." Roland tapped the side of Jonah armored shoulder lightly. "I can't have my wingman going off the deep end. Tell me what is going on."

Jonah hung his head slightly. "Rol, if you tell another soul about this, it'll be the end of you."

Roland acted hurt, "Jonah! I would never… In all seriousness, who would I tell?"

"Fine, it is the dream of when my family was killed and how a Spartan II saved me." Roland nodded. "This last one though, I was who I am now. I didn't need the Spartan, because I am a Spartan now. I killed the Covvies all on my own."

"Well, maybe this dream is being resolved then."

"Let's hope so." Jonah stood and stretched. "Thanks for listening man. It means a lot."

"Any time, psycho."

"We get our orders yet?"

"Yeah, that's why I was coming back in here."

"Well?"

"A Search and Destroy mission behind Covenant lines."

"Sounds simple enough. When do we leave?" Jonah picked up his helmet as he walked toward his locker.

"Now."

Finally off on a real mission!