A couple years before canon...

More years had passed by. He had done the same things that he's done in the previous years but still had no luck in actually contacting the UNSC. All he did was travel and take care of his deeds before being on the move again. Mistral and Vale were the main kingdoms he wandered around, discovering ruins and abandoned towns, to even killing Grimm and bandits when no one else would. Atlas he barely visited but when he did, he usually stacked up quite a body count when individuals encountered him. The military had tried to capture him several times but each time was left with nothing but a battlefield of blood, bullet casings and shells, and countless bodies. Apparently, there was a squad that was specialized in tracking him... only to perish every time they encountered him.

There was a legend of him in Vacuo, to them he was nothing but a simple legend that parents told their children to behave. They often told them that the cloaked wolf of the sands would snatch them up if they misbehaved. That's all he was in most places. A simple tall tale, only few actually knew who he was and never spoke about him while others would often try to boast that they knew him to gain reputation. In the end though, no one knew about him. Those that he encountered never heard him speak of where he was nor even attempted to bring it up. As quick as he came, he disappeared into the night.

He mainly operated in Vale for the most part. If he was in that kingdom then there was always one settlement that he would visit every four months. It was the one settlement that had the one girl that would provide him with information. The exchange between the two was usually kept professional but he would usually visit the place to eliminate Grimm and bandits. When most of the bounties were taken and there was only the smallest ones left, he took them then left. He didn't care how small they were, if there was a threat to humanity then he would be the one to eliminate it. Getting paid in lien was just an added bonus for him. The guild girl that would give him information would always genuinely smile at him, it was like he was the reason she worked as hard as she did.

Apparently, his tag went from silver to onyx and he didn't realize it nor did he care. Onyx was one step below the highest ranking and there were only a couple dozen of people that had managed to get that far and most were older veterans. Out of all the frequent members of the guild, he was one of the only ones to actually achieve that ranking and for the most mundane reasons. The settlement was always delighted whenever he stopped by because it meant that he could give them breathing room from future attacks. They still never seen him without his cloak though, it was always on him and he never really talked to anybody but her. Well, she did most of the talking but he listened regardless. People in the settlement genuinely liked him and it felt odd to him, it felt alien and it bothered him. Although he was respectful, his tone never changed with them nor would it ever.

Bounties kept him busy whenever he was in the continent and he often would take them then leave. Though, the settlement that he preferred had the most bounties as opposed to the others. This was due to it being out of the city's way and not many huntsmen or huntresses stopped by. The ones that stayed at the guild were often ones that lived there and used the bounties to keep their income flowing. Some people couldn't afford to pay the guild to post the rewards up on the bounty board but still had the bounty on the board.

Although it was on the board, if there wasn't a reward then people often didn't take it and that usually bugged the guild girl. Which is why she was irritated now. There had been a kidnapping recently and the family could not afford to pay the fee so the bounty was up there for grabs but no one was taking it. She had been working there for years and this was always a problem. People now just wanted the reward but didn't want to actually find the spirit to do the task.

The family's newborn had been abducted and they didn't have enough to pay the reward for finding her. To make matters worse, it was the middle of winter which means whoever took the infant knew their tracks would be covered well. She honestly hated it here sometimes, there was a kidnapping and the only thing on people's minds were money.

She slumped down in her seat and set her head in her arms. A groan escaped her lips at the slow day and she shivered a bit when a person opened the door and let the frigid air seep in for a second before closing the door again. She did the same thing she did every day and conducted her business like usual. As time passed on, she noticed that only one person had attempted to take the bounty but they perished shortly after, a month in to be exact. Bounties came and went, and she began to lose hope for the small infant. Days passed by and pretty much all hope was lost.

The final day came and the family came by to see if anyone had come to take the bounty. No one had. They pleaded and said they'd pay the person who did it but most just brushed it off, claiming that the infant was probably dead. This broke the couple's heart and they pleaded for the guild girl to do something, anything to make someone accept it and save their baby. Nobody would even though she promised them a bump up in their ranking.

Before the couple could walk out, they stopped when a massive cloaked figure entered. His cloak and bag were covered in snow and he shook them off before heading to the bounty board. Silence seemed to bask around the guild and people began to whisper about the man who had been robbing them of any bounties. In this settlement, bounties were the best source of income if you were skilled enough. Everyone watched as he stared at the lonely bounty in the top right corner and plucked it off the wall, observing it for a few minutes before going up to the counter and waiting for the guild girl to stamp it.

Her eyes lit up in hope and she quickly signed something before handing it to him.

"Where is the couple?" He asked stoically.

"Right behind you." She said. He turned around to see the couple and looked down at them. Judging from their clothes, he immediately could tell that they were on the poorer side of the settlement but that didn't matter. He recognized the man as one of the guards at the gate but the woman he had never seen before, they must have either moved here or he just never paid enough attention to them.

"Give me a description of the child." He said calmly.

"She's a tiny bundle. Her name is Myne. Frail as can be. She has blue hair and gold eyes. Her skin is pale. The doctor said she's frail and-" The mother said frantically.

"When did she go missing?" He asked.

"A couple of months ago. She was born this July and went missing in August. I tried to look for her but Grimm always attacked and I had to report back here. Both of us always tried to go out to get her but something always came up... we tried." The father said. Six looked at the couple then at the bounty paper and saw that there was no reward but he didn't care. A child was in danger and no one wanted to even step up, there might have been someone in the past but there were plenty of capable people that could look for the child. This was not only morally wrong, but illogical. He wrapped the bounty into a roll then stuffed it into his bag.

"I will look for her." He said.

"W-What?" Both of the parents stuttered in unison.

"I said I will look for the child." He repeated. Hope seemed to fill their hearts and they couldn't help but let the tears flow while he just stood there silently. While he would liked to have more information, it seemed that not even the couple knew where to start which meant he had no choice but to go from settlement to settlement asking around.

"Sir, are you sure?" The guild girl asked him.

"I am. A child is at risk and is separated from her parents. This will take a while since I have no information but I will manage." He nodded. His voice never changed from its cold tone but what he was saying did bring hope to the couple. While it did bring hope, he did state that they should consider the possibility if he does not succeed. He was only one person and finding a child in this continent was going to take months, possibly years if needed but he would do so. It kept him on the move and it kept him busy.

"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." The mother sobbed quietly. He nodded then exited the guild shortly after, not once letting a single emotion slip through. He may not have openly shown his emotions but he did have a sense of worry for the child, it made him uncomfortable to hear someone kidnap a child, an infant nonetheless. It was good that he felt something. It meant that a small part of him was at least human.

A couple hours he left, three individuals entered the guild. Each one asking about him and receiving vague answers but answers nonetheless. They left shortly after getting them and begun to follow the loose crumb trail that he always left.

The snow crunched under his feet as he trekked through the wilderness. Each settlement he went to always gave him a small bit of evidence that would allow him to paint a bigger picture. From what he's gathered so far in the last week; the child had been abducted in the middle of the night while the parents and older sibling slept, locals had stated that a shady looking man would pass by, every time he passed by there was also a body left behind shortly after. It wasn't much to go on and a minuscule amount of irritation crept up in his body but he quickly suppressed it.

Focus. Irritation and anger led to mistakes and clouded focus.

He continued to go around each settlement and after looking at his map, he realized how far he was from the settlement the parents were at. It was a couple of months away on foot and a few weeks on any other transport except Bullhead. The clues started to slowly come together and by his third month into the search, he had found out where the girl would be. Time passed by and winter had finally started to end as the air got warmer. It was beginning to turn into spring and the girl was getting closer with each passing day.

The settlement he had entered immediately made him go on alert. Some of the inhabitants bore into him with their eyes and his own caught sight of countless weapons on their bodies. Some had rifles, pistols, knives, swords, and even hammers. Everything went quiet as he trekked through the streets silently and only stopped to look at his surroundings and the inhabitants before continuing forward. They all watched as he walked around the settlement before entering what seemed like a bar.

The moment the doors opened and he entered, everything went silent. All the inhabitants looked at him as he went to the counter and waited silently. While they sized him up and down, he was doing the same. He recognized their type, a bunch of cutthroats and mercenaries that probably had years of experience on them. Picking a fight with as close as he was to finding the child would prove to be futile. There was a chance that one of these people knew where she was and he wasn't about to squander this small opportunity because he wanted to pick a fight.

"What do you want?" The bartender asked rudely.

"I'm looking for a girl. She went missing around six months ago in a settlement far from here." Six answered stoically. His eyes would flicker at everything, from the smallest amount of movement from the corner of his eye to the look on the bartender's face and even in the reflection in his eyes.

"Need to be more specific than that. Lots of girls come and go around these parts. You want information, buy something." The bartender said in the same tone. Six reached around into his bag and took out a few lien cards before placing them on the counter. The bartender didn't even care what he wanted and placed a beer bottle on the counter.

"She's an infant, blue hair and gold eyes. Would be around eight months at this point." Six said briefly.

"Hmm... she's in a location but where exactly will cost you more. More than lien." The bartender said. Six watched as his eyes flickered towards someone in the back and heard the sound of a door locking before footsteps went behind him. Six hostiles behind him. Two to his right, one to his left. The final one was in hovering over his shoulder.

"Where is the girl?" Six asked calmly.

"Like I said, it'll cost ya. I've heard about you. Heard some stories about a man who wears a dirty ass cloak and goes around the settlements thinking he's a hero. Also heard some stories that you got a pretty nifty set of armor underneath that cloth of yours. Wonder how much it'll go for." The bartender grinned.

The blips behind him got closer and the air suddenly went tense for a minute. Nothing was said as the men got closer and closer to him before he breathed deeply and felt time seem to slow down a bit. When he exhaled the final time and opened his eyes, he swiftly moved to the left just as a punch rocketed past his head and sailed right into the bartender. The man was thrown into the shelf full of liquor and fell down into unconsciousness. Six then quickly wrapped his right arm around the first attacker then used his left to grip the back of his neck and slammed his face against the counter violently. The sound of his neck breaking met his ears and he quickly backed up when the others tried to converge on him. Nine hostiles remained.

One tried to come at him from the right and threw a right hook, he blocked with his right arm before using his left to pull out his knife and flip it into a reverse grip then stab the attacker between the ribs twice before stabbing him in the neck for the final time. Eight remained. Two came at him simultaneously and he leaned out of the attack of the first one before retaliating by slashing his throat. The wet gurgles of the attacker met his ears as he quickly watched the man clutch his bloody throat before falling on the ground. Seven remained.

The second attacker's attack was blocked by his forearm and he grabbed their arm and twisted it counter clockwise and threw him on the ground. His knee slammed against the attacker's elbow and he listened to them scream as a sickening crack was heard before it was silenced when he stomped their skull. Brain matter, skull fragments, and blood splattered all over the ground as the body twitched violently for a second and everyone seemed to back up. Only six remained and they were hesitant. He understood why though, it only took around ten consecutive seconds for him to eliminate four attackers. Each one probably had aura yet it did nothing against him.

One of the remaining six grabbed a nearby chair and swung it at him. He quickly grabbed it and wretched it from their grip before swinging it at blinding speeds, throwing them across the bar and flying into a wall, where they slumped down unconscious. The five that were still in commission didn't want to risk their lives and took their chances to live another day by bolting out the door. Aura was nothing if the attacker was able to bypass it. His augmentations helped out with that but his knife seemed to cut through their aura. This was a theory he had managed to prove several times.

By this time the bartender was beginning to wake up and shook his head several times then blinked in shock when he saw four of his customers dead and one unconscious near one of the walls. Before he could even say anything, an armored hand gripped his throat and dragged him over the counter and slammed his face into the counter. One of his arms was twisted counter clockwise and held out behind him by his wrist. He winced violently and tried to struggle but quickly stopped when a wave of pain had flooded across his arm.

"Where is the girl?" Six asked calmly.

"Go to hell." The bartender said. All was quiet for a few seconds before Six kicked the back of his knees and placed both his hands on the man's left arm before slamming his knee on the elbow. A sickening crack was heard and the man tried to scream but was silenced when a hand was placed over his mouth and a knife against his artery.

"The average human body holds 4.7 to 5.5 liters of blood. Severing your carotid artery will cause you to lose consciousness within sixty seconds and death in under three minutes. This is a rough estimate of course. I am not going to ask again after this. Where is the girl?" Six asked calmly as he held the man by his forehead while the knife was still against him. The man began to sweat profusely and his heart started to beat rapidly for a few seconds.

"Fine! Alright! There's a mansion about a day's walk that's north from here that holds a large mansion. It's near a large field that overlooks a lake. There's a mountain that's shaped like a dagger, you can't miss it. Word is that the sick fuck in there has an interest in some people and keeps em down in some basement or some shit. Usually pays hired muscle to keep a look out while he does some business." The man said.

"What kind of business?" Six interrogated.

"I don't know! He's secretive about everything and pays people to keep their mouth shut. That's all I know!" The man shouted. It was quiet while Six just held the man in place before weighing his options. Chances were that someone was going to see this but he didn't care. He had what he needed and it was enough. As he looked down at the man he frowned when he saw him start to laugh.

"..." He said nothing but narrow his eyes.

"My boys will kill you. They'll strip you of your gear then sell it along with those kids. I'll be out of this in no time. Half of you huntsmen don't have the gall to finish the job." The man laughed darkly.

"I'm not a huntsman." Six said in the same tone. He bent the man's head back so that he was looking at him then raised his knife. The blade gleamed brightly in the light and the man's eyes widened before he raised his right hand up. It proved to be futile because the blade pierced his hand with ease and sunk through before it entered his trachea. His wet gurgles broke the silence in the air and Six twisted and ripped his knife to the side. Blood splattered against the counter and floor in an arc like motion before he stood back and looked at his handy work. He said nothing as he stepped out of the bar and exited the settlement.

While he hoped it would be peaceful, he ended up leaving a couple dead bodies on his way out. Not once feeling an ounce of emotion when he stepped out.

For the next day and a half he walked quietly, avoiding Grimm and other useless foes in order to get to the mansion faster. Time seemed to slip by and it was night when the large mansion came into view. He stood at a cliff's edge and observed for the next few days. Days and nights were spent on that cliff's edge simply observing, guard rotations and positions, how much fire power they had, the characteristics of the different guards, etc. He would lie on his stomach and observe through his DMR scope, using the nearby brush to conceal his position.

Lax guard patrols, a large barrier that was too high for him to jump over, no cameras fortunately, a front gate, and a gate in the back with two guards. The guards at the back rotated every four hours. Guards on the roof that would keep a close eye on the compound and would rotate around.

On his third night, he had gathered enough information to finally infiltrate the complex and eliminate any hostiles. His dark armor colors worked well under the night sky and he barely made a noise as he went around the gate and and observed the large gate from the back. The gate was guarded by two men, both with Kevlar vests on with several pouches with magazines. They looked professional and their eyes held years of experience. Two shots was all it would take to eliminate them but it would compromise his position.

He reached into one of his shell holders on his chest armor and flicked a shell near the wall. Both of them looked at the spot where they heard the noise and the one on the right side of the gate went over. He bent down towards the ground and picked up the shotgun shell, observing it carefully and rotated it a bit. He heard a noise behind and quickly turned around to find the other guard gone from his spot. Nothing was left but a patch of blood on the ground with the small light providing the only illumination.

"What the hell?" He muttered as he approached the spot. As he bent down to look at the blood splatter, he didn't sense the massive figure behind him. The moment he stood up, a pair of hands grabbed him by his head and one of them was placed against his mouth. He struggled while dangling in the air and gave a choking noise when his air flow began to slowly leave him. His body suddenly went limp when the hand on his mouth twisted to the left and broke his neck with a crack.

Six let the body dangle in his arms for a few seconds before carrying it to the brush and concealing it next to the previous one. He searched the bodies for a key before eventually finding one on the second guard he killed then went back to the gate. He picked up his shotgun shell that he used as a diversion then went to the gate and stuck the key in the lock. The lock clicked open and was thrown to the side before he entered and shut the door shortly after. He peered around and looked up at the guard that was starting to look at the gate. He reached in towards his torso and threw a disposable throwing knife at blinding speeds. The knife sailed through the air with a small whistling noise before it entered between the guard's eyes.

The body stumbled forward a bit before spinning off the side of the building. Six quickly rushed up to the falling corpse and intercepted its impact from the ground before anyone could hear. He set the body down in the bushes then peeked inside the window, seeing a dimly lit hallway before ducking when the lights flicked on. He barely peeked over to see an older man with a maid walk down the stairs and walk around the corner.

Two guards were approaching the side of the house and he quickly hid at the corner and watched as they passed by him, not noticing him until the last second. They only turned around because they felt something behind them but he already had his hands on each of their mouths before twisting their necks. Two loud cracks were heard and he dragged both bodies near the bushes closest to the house and threw them there, out of sight from anyone. He looked up when he heard the other guard call out to the first one.

He peered inside the house and saw a guard go on alert and start to head outside. The spot he was in was currently vacant when the guard rounded the corner. He saw three bodies in the bushes and begun to radio it in before he stopped when another body from the roof land on top of him. His eyes widened when the second guard on the roof was on top of him, neck broken at an unsightly angle. As he pushed the body off of him, his eyes widened when a massive dark figure descended upon him then planted their heel in the side of his neck when he tried to roll out of the way.

Six lifted his foot then picked up the body before disposing of it elsewhere, before repeating the same process with the other three bodies. Once he was certain the bodies were well hidden and out of sight; he then proceeded to find a way inside. It took several minutes but he eventually found a cellar door on the side of the house that was well hidden. There was a lock on the handles but it was snapped easily by his hands then thrown to the side. He entered the tunnel and equipped his shotgun. The deeper he went, the more noises he heard and he quickly came at a four way split.

He heard voices ahead of him and saw four guards make their way towards him, this made him take cover around the corner to his right and wait for them to pass by before he sprung on them. The one closest to him suddenly found a knife in their throat while the second one was kicked in the stomach and thrown into the corner of the wall. He flinched slightly when the third one aimed their gun at him and fired. Taking their shock at his shields reacting, he quickly gripped their neck and spun them on the ground before twisting their arm. The snapping of the bone and a scream met his ears. They were still holding onto their gun and he bent their wrist so the weapon was at the fourth person and quickly used his finger to squeeze the trigger. Gunfire echoed throughout the hallway and the fourth guard's aura quickly fell and his body started to be riddled with bloody holes. He slumped against the wall and quickly slid to the side before succumbing to his wounds shortly after. This happened within several seconds, ten at the most.

He needed to work on that. More training would be required, possibly against more experienced foes.

Six brought out his shotgun and aimed it against the third guard's chest before pulling the trigger. Blood splattered against the wall and he did the same with the second guard, killing them mercilessly before continuing down the hallway. He heard the sound of boots stampeding down the hall and he equipped his DMR before aiming it forward. Three guards fell after he fired three rounds while the rest took cover around the corner. One of them peeked around the corner and the rest watched as his head jerked back violently when the round entered it before the body fell to the ground.

Six looked around the corner before looking around then slowly started to creep further down the hallway.

The guards behind the corner were making up a plan, trying to find out a way to flush him out when the power suddenly shut off. It sounded like something had detonated near the fuse box and everyone was suddenly thrown into darkness. They heard boots impact the ground and they all suddenly went out around the corner and opened fire when they saw him activate his armor lock and illuminate the hallway. Countless rounds were fired quickly at him while he was in armor lock and just as quickly as they were fired, they ended. Half a second later the ability disengaged and the EMP burst, throwing the guards into darkness once more.

Heavy breathing was heard from each of the guards and their hearts started to beat rapidly. The beats eventually turned to pounding in the chests and their hearts leaped into their throats when they heard a wet gurgle and the sound of a body dropping. They turned around and started to fire, their muzzle flashes being the only small sense of illumination in the dark hallway. Every time one of them fired, Six got closer with a new body in his grasp and knife raised. The last person saw death in the form of a giant and decided to try and take their chances and run away from the carnage.

"This wasn't part of the deal. This wasn't part of the fucking deal!" He panicked. As he ran down the hallway and saw the cellar door that led outside, he suddenly collapsed when two rounds entered the back of his knees. A scream of pain escaped his lips as he began to crawl towards the door. Blood seeped from his legs as he dragged himself slowly towards the only hope of salvation.

'How the hell did that thing bypass our aura? What the hell was he using?" He thought in agony. The hallway was dark but he could faintly see the giant that slaughtered the others approaching him. Heavy boots echoed throughout the halls of the basement and it made him drag himself faster and he reached the stairs. His hands gripped each step tightly and he had started to drag himself up but felt an iron grip grab his leg and bring him back down into the darkness. Terror filled his heart and he felt like his heart was going to explode from how hard it was beating.

"What business is your superior conducting here?" Six asked as he flipped he man around and gripped his neck, slowly lifting him up with one hand off the ground.

"H-He's finding kids around Remnant that would fit his preferences. Said something about creating the perfect family." The man choked.

"Where is the infant girl?" Six asked as he brought the man closer to his helmet and watched his eyes widen in terror.

"The new blood? She's upstairs in the mansion on the third floor. Take a left when you reach the top of the stairs and you'll see the room at the end of the hall. Chances are he already knows you're here since one of us radioed it in." The man answered.

"What else is down here?" Six questioned.

"That's all I know-" The man stopped when Six placed his knife against the knee wound and begun to slowly dig it around.

"What else is down here?" Six asked again.

"Fine! Fuck! The boss has a lab down here. He's supplying some of the rich with some premium shit, something about enhancing their aura. Sells it to cutthroats that need it for their jobs in exchange for hired muscle. Last I heard, he sold it to some big wigs over it Atlas." The guard choked out when Six tightened his grip on his throat.

"..." Nothing was said from the Spartan as he just considered what to do with the man.

"Listen man, I told you everything you want and what I know. You gotta let me go. Please!" The guard pleaded out hoarsely. Six stared at the man before placing his right hand on the back of his head then proceeded to slam his head into the first step, shattering the strong wood and breaking it in half. Blood and splinters impacted his helmet and his hand rested on the guard's skull before he let go. A pool of blood started to form around the body as he looked down at it.

Swiftly turning around, he searched the tunnels and eventually found a lab of some sort, various chemicals were stacked neatly on shelves and he gazed around it for a few seconds. He spotted a large box of powdered fire Dust on one of the shelves and stuck his knife in the crack, breaking it open then proceeded to pour some of it all over the lab. When that was finished, he started to make a trail out into the hallway and leading up the stairs. It glowed dimly and he opened the cellar door and left a small trail that wrapped around and eventually led to the front door. The box was thrown to the side carelessly and he equipped his shotgun before forcing the door open.

His ears picked up a noise to his right and he quickly aimed his shotgun at the assailant but lowered it slightly when he saw that it was a maid. She seemed terrified and was shaking horribly in her uniform at the sight of him. He didn't say anything but just gestured for her to leave with his weapon, quickly too. She scrambled past him and outside while he just cautiously ascended the stairs. His eyes darted at the smallest hint of movement while his ears were constantly picking up sounds. There was the sound of crying. He picked up the sound of a female and a male yelling, presumably another maid and the owner of the mansion.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he went left and proceeded down the hall to come across the last room at the hall. Listening closely to the door, it was indeed the owner and a maid, with the child in the room. It barely took any strength to kick the door down. The wooden barrier between them was suddenly vacant as it splintered a bit and spun around once before falling to the ground with a loud crash.

He saw the old man suddenly grip the child and hold her close to him while holding a knife to her throat. This was his mission, retrieve the child and bring it back to the family safe and sound. Her characteristics checked out; blue hair like the sky, golden eyes, and pale skin. He could immediately tell that she was frail judging by how small she was and it made him uncomfortable to hear her crying.

The maid panicked and tried to wrestle the child out of his grasp but he quickly backhanded her with his armed hand and cut her eye with the knife. She screamed loudly and fell on the floor while clutching the wound tightly as blood seeped between her fingers. While the man was busy doing that, Six equipped his DMR and aimed it, firing a single shot that cracked loudly within the house and entered the man's eye. The squelching of the vision organ was soon followed by the cracking of bone as it soon entered his skull and exited. Blood splattered against the wall and the body started to fall.

Faster than a normal human could react, Six gripped the child and hoisted her from the deceased man's grasp as his body tumbled to the ground. Crying met his ears and he winced at the unpleasant sound before setting the child in the crib and going to the injured woman. When she saw him approach, she started to throw back up and throw items at him that did nothing but he still continued.

"Stop." He said evenly. Almost instantly she did while he had her take her hand off the wound before putting it back on. He reached into one of his pouches and retrieved an eye pad for her damaged eye then wrapped some gauze around her head.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked, wincing when the material irritated her fresh wound.

"You are a civilian in the situation." He answered curtly. It was silent for several seconds before she spoke up.

"... Are you here to get her out of here?" She asked as she looked towards the crib.

"..." He nodded then began to stand up and look around for something to carry the baby in. He couldn't just carry her in his arms this whole time, that would prove to be troublesome if they were to be attacked.

"Please keep her safe." She pleaded.

"..." He nodded once again and looked around for something, anything that could benefit him.

"We have a crib from Atlas, it uses gravity Dust to suspend it in the air. I'm guessing it was for something but we had it tested out on one of the... others..." She trailed off as she fished in the closet and brought out a box.

"Others? There are more?" Six asked.

"Not anymore. He sold them a while ago. No matter how much we pleaded and begged him, he didn't care and just made the transaction. That's all these children are to him, paychecks." She bit.

"I see..." He said quietly. He didn't have anything to go on from that. As much as he wanted to retrieve those kids, he couldn't. He didn't have the resources of the UNSC nor ONI. He was just one Spartan on this planet and he couldn't be everywhere at once. The realistic part of him had taken over and he mulled over the fact that there was nothing he could do for those children that were sold. The only reason he had done this bounty was he had a tiny amount of information, a little bit was better than nothing. It took months but he found the child and it would take months to get back.

He helped her take the mobile crib out of the box. The gravity Dust in there suddenly activated when she turned it on the the round crib opened up to reveal a soft blanket and pillow inside. She pushed it towards him and he held it in the air before rotating it and taking in all its details. In the back was a little port where he saw a crystal, presumably the Dust that suspended it in the air. He pressed a button and watched the sides open up a bit before a cover seemed to close over the small crib, possibly sealing anything that was in it away.

"How long does it need to be replaced?" He asked.

"The Dust needs to be replaced every few weeks, two to three to be exact. It'll follow you so long as you have the the beacon on you." She informed. He watched as she went in the hallway and went into another room before handing him a case, most of the slots were full with gravity Dust which proved to be beneficial. The next thing she explained was what the child needed; constant attention, medicine, food and water, and to be changed. He already knew that she was weak but this brought up several problems. If he wasn't good at interacting with civilians outside of a professional conversation, how was he supposed to take care of a eight month old?

The two adults then proceeded to gather supplies and stuff them in a bag before he told her about a settlement that was half a day's walk to the east of the mansion where she could get her eye examined. She thanked him profusely for setting her free before she left the room and the mansion after gathering supplies. He stood there for a few seconds before noticing that it was quiet and looked inside the crib to see Myne looking at him while gnawing on her fist. Her spit soaked hand was raised at him and he sighed before picking her up gently and setting her inside the levitating crib.

The bag of supplies was attached to the back of the levitating crib and it started to follow him as he walked downstairs. Her eyes peered at everything as they walked outside into the dark and he headed into the brush, closing the cover doors on the crib to avoid any sticks from hitting her face. Several minutes went by and the two of them reached the cliff where his cloak and bag were located, overlooking the mansion. The DMR was equipped and he replaced his personal rounds with fire ones and reloaded. He carefully took aim at the trail and fired.

Soon after the crack was heard, he watched through his scope as the trail ignited and the fire began to spread into the basement. When the fire finally reached the lab, it reacted with the countless dust and chemicals down there before exploding once. It then created a chain of explosions that blew out the basement before it spread to the mansion and destroyed it in a large explosion.

The two of them watched the illumination of the explosion from the cliff. His visor reflecting the aftermath while her eyes seemed to shine a bit before pieces of the mansion fell from the sky. He wordlessly bent down and threw his cloak over his shoulders then put his bag on shortly after before beginning the trek back to the settlement.

He had an a child to deliver back to their family while she had a wolf to keep her safe.

Here I am with another chapter of this story. Now while it may seem like nothing is really happening at the moment, I want to flesh the backstory part of Six out a bit before I actually hit canon. Other words, thanks for reading up until this point and being patient. Now onto reviews.

luxoray: Yeah, something came up and had to re-post the chapter.

Soggy Socks 117: Bingo, thinking about giving her a name though.

Josephi: That actually made me laugh for like, five minutes.

sacke110: Yeah. So most of the people that read the story enjoy that aspect of him wandering. I mean sure it's interesting to see countless stories where the protagonist joins Beacon but that trope started to fade on me by the time I made Johnny Topside and this story.

VGBlackwing: Wow, long review like always but I enjoy reading those. Yeah, in this story Six doesn't really talk a lot and when he does it's usually to find information. He's not some shy adolescent that can't hold a conversation because he does know how to hold one but he just doesn't feel like talking half the time. He's more into observation than anything.

Lord Demolitions: By this time they would be too old for me to do that. Plus, I am going with the AU where Six saved her.

Golden Nova: I mean yeah, but I'd rather flesh out the story as I stated above a little bit more. I'm not too keen on jumping right into canon anymore. Jumping right into canon without any build up for the character leaves a bad taste in my mouth now. Basically what I'm trying to say is I don't feel like rushing this. If you want though, you may skip the next chapter and I wouldn't even feel bad.

Mortarion The Death Lord: Affirmative. Thanks for the review, appreciate it.

Malgrath: He's making moves but can't seem to pin point where Six will end up. Six just wanders around Remnant without a direction half the time. Some cases he will visit the same settlement or settlement twice or he'll travel to a new continent. Plus, people rarely hear him speak and you can't exactly pin point someone that could be passed off as a hobo half the time.

DivineWhiskey: I'll do a time skip for the chapters but Six won't have an aura.

MarauderPrime12: Thank you.

bigbossHayden98: Probably not, don't know.

scottusa1: Thank you, laters.

Somerandomperson: I usually don't say it unless I'm sure.

Guest: Whoa, slow the roll there pal. He was just giving me a suggestion. No need for that hostility.

The Lone Swordswolf: Glad you stopped by.

NotXeno: Some do, some don't.

the-lost-memories6: Thank you.

Gamerman22: I'll think about it.

Blaze1992: Something will happen next chapter, plus it was hinted in this one.

The Baz: Probably.

Dual Beast Hunt: Bingo.

Chipsyboy: I don't know.

Lord of Moons: There's a lot about the Spartan armor over the years. Some sources say that it has unlimited power source from the fusion reactors located in it while some say something else. About the aging thing, I think they age slower than us. I mean, Chief is what, like 47 at this point. Technically, he's probably around 43 years old since he spent four years in cryosleep but realistically he's 47. I'm heading off topic. How long do they live? Maybe the average human if not a little longer? I don't know, it'd be nice to see what it would be like for the average Spartan life span.

So that's it for now. Might be a while before I post a new chapter for any of my stories since I start classes soon but I appreciate the love and support so far with this. If the chapter doesn't appeal to you and it doesn't go your way then... tough titty. I said it before and I'll say it yet again. I'm not here to impress everybody. Mistakes are part of the learning process with stories and I'd rather learn from my mistakes and improve upon them than continue to make them because I want to bend to everybody's will. This is my story and I'll write it how I want and make my own mistakes.

Don't have much to say other than be respectful to each other out there and I will catch you all on the flip side. Take it easy.