A/N: Hey guys, finally updated. I'm sorry it's been so long, and that this chapter is the shortest chapter in all my stories. I had writer's block (still do), and it's been hard over coming it. I know I said that this story would be my main priority, but the other two… what can I say? I've fallen in love with all three stories and I have a lot of ideas for the other two, but not this one. It'll probably be a week or two until next update… if more, I'll say so in Forgotten, alright? I'm so sorry this has taken so long with very little progress… I promise it'll come easier… I have a few tricks up my sleeve for overcoming the writer's block…

I just want to say thank you for my reviewers and readers, it's fun reading the reviews and I'm glad that so many people have read this story so far. Guess what? Over 1,000 views! Yeah, divide it by the chapters and you get how many people who have read it, but hey, that's still a lot to me. Thank you everyone! ^^

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My head shot up, being stopped by a metal bar. I groaned, holding it in my hands as a red light flashed in my room. I heard hurried feet in the halls as I tried to figure out what hit me. I uncurled and sat up, wondering why I was on the floor. Did I have another dream? Recalling, I did remember breaking an elite out of the ship's prison and helping him to my room. Hell, my mind even made up a weird name for them: Sangheili, or something. Jeez, biggest fucking elite I've ever seen. What? 10 feet tall? Damn… did I drink a can last night? I got up and stretched, popping my back and neck with a moan. Floors are comfortable, but not to fall on. I chuckled, recalling the name I called the wounded elite. Gro Amalok. What kind of name is that? I opened my eyes and lazily looked around.

Why's everything flashing red?

Then my ears started working.

Holy shit that thing was loud!

I covered my ears and stumbled over to my footlocker, completely missing the large shadow in the corner of my room. Still half asleep, I pulled my socks and shoes on before making my way to the door. It opened before I could press the button.

"Jay what are you doing? Come on, there's an emergency!" I wearily gazed up as I walked out of my room, the door closing behind me with a swish.

"Wha' teh proolem, offisher?" I never could speak normally after I wake up. Jacob rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me along as we follow the other tired marines in the hall. We were ushered into the debriefing room and placed in cold folding chairs. It helped others wake up even more, but I was too busy trying to ignore the chill creeping up my spine and keep my head upright at the same time. I saw a higher ranked man walk onto a little stage there that they use for lectures and, well, to debrief teams of their next mission.

The man stared out at us, ignoring the tired eyes staring back and cleared his throat. I rolled my head, looking at the new room. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. I saw some weary marines having to stand on the sides and in back. I turned forwards when Jacob jabbed his elbow in my side. I muttered an 'ow' before looking up at the officer, his mouth moving but his words were muffled and mixed.

Giving up after what? Two, maybe three seconds? I focused my drunken attention on fidgeting with Jacob's shoulder. I patted it, ignoring the roll of his eyes when he glanced at me, before laying my head on it. It feels like I had only closed my eyes for a second before Jacob practically shoved me over to the next seat. Not paying attention to the look the soldier on my other side gave, I glared at Jacob before crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair. I was almost off to dreamland when I heard a certain word. I shot up straight in my chair and stared at the commanding officer as conversations started.

"Yes," He looked around the room with those hard eyes. Hey, he kinda looks familiar… "There is an elite loose on the ship. He somehow managed to escape the brig over an hour ago, and we have reasons to believe that he had some… help." He held up a piece of paper. I gulped.

Shit.

"This was found in front of the camera that showed the cell he was in. The person responsible of watching over the alien," His eyes flickered to a bowed head. "Wasn't doing his job. Now a monstrocity is loose on this ship. Now the elite has been… drugged… so the capture shall be easier on us. Either way, I want this ship searched thuroghly and if we find that one of you is hiding it, we will not only strip you of your rank and status, throw you out of the military, but you will also be charged with helping the enemy. Do we understand each other?" A chorus of "Sir yes sir!" answered him. He nodded. "Dismissed."

Everyone started to stand and stretch, I was about to too, but something happened to make me sit back down and wide-eyed ahead. Everything hit me like a truck full of bricks.

Lab. Table. Injured. Last night. Cells. Blood. Pink Slippers. Comfortable. Treating wounds. Promise. The day on Helix VI.

It wasn't a dream… I really do have an elite named Gro Amalok in my room… I helped an elite…. I helped the enemy.