The Fast And The Noble

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Fast and Furious in any way, shape, or form. They belong to their respective owners.

Chapter 1.

Raindrops trickled down the large glass window that overlooked Los Angeles, the place that over the last decade had become known as the economic heart of America. The large office was dark, the overhead light were switched off shrouding the room in darkness with the only light source coming from the computer monitor and the bright city lights that distorted through the raindrops and entered the room through the window.

Lifting his head up into the light, weary blue eyes and scared features became visible as he stared at the screen that depicted the company's latest project before his eyes drifted over to the time and date that was displayed in the corner.

20:57.

02/20/2004.

Even now, he often caught himself wondering if this was nothing more than some elaborate fantasy that his mind had conjured up and he was still back on Reach, bleeding out on the battlefield. In all sincerity, he doubted that he was even capable of imagining such a scenario. Personally, if given the choice he would've gone back even further allowing him to give humanity a greater chance against the enemy that growing among the stars.

Leaning back in the leather recliner, he tore his eyes away from the screen and rubbed his tired eyelids that were starting to feel a little heavy. Rubbing his hands over his scarred features, his mind started to wander.

Ten years.

It had been a decade, at least from his perspective, since he had been transported from the twenty-sixth to the late twentieth century following the Fall of Reach; a conflict that was forever burned into his mind and continued to haunt his every waking moment, tormented him every time he closed his eyes...even if it hadn't happened yet. But most importantly, it had been ten years since he had been transported from the twenty-sixth to the late twentieth century and given up being a Spartan.

While he would've like nothing more than return to hunting and rooting out the insurrectionists movements and terrorist cells that surfaced and ruined the lives of innocent civilians that would, that were caught in the crossfire, he simply could not be that person any longer. That being said, while he couldn't revert back to a time before Noble Team, back when he was ONI's Grim Reaper that didn't mean that his duty to mankind was over.

Despite knowing the ramifications that his actions could/would have on the future, he couldn't just sit idlily by when a once in a lifetime opportunity had present itself, one that he would've been a fool not to take advantage of...hence the reason they had created Noble Industries.

Not only was it a way to honour Noble Team, the closet thing he had for family since Beta-Company, it also allowed them to slowly uplift humanity and give them a fighting chance against the Covenant; which was exactly what they had been doing for the last decade. While they had only scratched the surface of what they hoped to achieve, they were making good progress...for the most part.

Not to say there weren't difficulties. When they had arrived the Internet, the predecessor to the Waypoint, had been in its infancy and even that was being generous, meaning that he had to create his civilian persona by hand, both of them, forging documents and leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for any interested party to follow. Not only that, but for the first couple of months he was forced to get a job to earn the necessary funds to build the ground work for the company.

Trying his hand at construction, he found that he proficient at it...even if he earned the ire of the other workers due to completing the work too quickly. There had been a few altercations, but nothing that he couldn't handle. While he found it a nice change of pace from his previous occupation, it was taking too long to earn the money that he needed.

With the money that he earned he brought himself an old apartment for the Jericho Reach persona, even if he seldom used it preferring to spend most of his time on the ship working on his more advanced projects, he also brought himself his very first car that he used to participate in the illegal Street Races that were held across Los Angeles. While it wasn't the same death-waiting-around-every-corner adrenaline that he got from the war, he found it made a good substitute.

Much like with construction, he found that he was proficient in it. Granted, racing was something that he had some experience in...but that experience came from trying to escape from the Insurrectionists or Covenant that were trying to kill him; but that was besides the point.

Acquiring the money he needed and fairly quickly at that, he earned a name for himself in the racing world and actually found himself having fun, something he hadn't experienced since he had been a boy living with his parents on Jericho VII. Alas, like he had grown accustomed to over the course of his life nothing good lasted forever. Whatever passion he deprived from racing died the moment that she had.

He could still recall in perfect clarity the moment that the Los Angeles Police Department had called him in to identify whether or not it was her knowing of their relationship. Closing his eyes, he remembered her broken and mangled body lying on the table following the accident. The fear in her eyes that refused to leave even in death, taciturnly accusing him, blaming him for not being there when she needed him the most to protect her from them.

"Story of my life."

Shaking his head and burying the memory away, Six pulled himself from his thoughts and looked over at the time to see that it was 21:03. Accomplishing everything that he needed, he decided it was time to head home. Logging out and shutting down his computer, he got out of the chair and tugged his waistcoat to smooth any of the creases that might have formed whilst sitting.

Pushing the chair underneath the desk, he walked through the darkness of the office and grabbed his overcoat that was hanging up. Placing it on and straightening his tie, he headed over to the elevator and headed inside. Tapping the touchscreen control panel, the doors closed, and the room jolted as it descended to the underground service tunnel that allowed him to enter and leave the building inconspicuously without any incessant reports trying to catch a glimpse of him,

Completely bypassing the other floors and the people on them...not that there would be at the time of night after his employees had gone home several hours earlier to enjoy their Friday night, everyone except for the security guards. Not that he was worried about people breaking in thanks to the security measures they had installed and having several Artificial Intelligences monitoring the company, but it was good to keep up appearances.

Not that he was worried about people breaking in thanks to the security measures that they had installed and having several Artificial Intelligences monitoring the company, but it was good to keep up appearances.

Finally reaching the service tunnel, the doors opened and he stepped out to find his silver Porsche 911 GT3 waiting for him, the car that he had classified as his work-car since it wouldn't draw too much attention like some of his other vehicles would; which like the rest of his vehicles had been modified to run on hydrogen rather than the traditional, at least for this era, gasoline-powered engine.

Opening the door and climbing inside, Six closed the door behind him, fastened his seatbelt and powered up the engine that roared to life, reverberating through the tunnel. Switching the lights on, he slowly pulled away and headed down the tunnel that was interconnected with the series of other tunnels that had all but been forgotten, which Dot might have played a part in, followed it to return to the surface and begin his long drive home.

While it would've been simpler not to mention faster call in a Phantom or just build a teleporter that linked to his house or the ship, he found the drive home quite therapeutic; and while he might have lost his passion for racing that didn't mean that he appreciate a good car...and if there was one benefit of being a multibillionaire then it was the fact that he could buy and drive as many as he liked rather than just seeing them in the museum, the only place he could've view them in his time.

The sound of rain pouring outside filled the night air and entered the building through the opened door as Mia Toretto spent yet another evening cleaning the store after the others had left to escape the bad weather and get ready for the race; because between spending her time studying at medical school to become a doctor, it would've been crazy to imagine that she wanted a little bit of downtime to enjoy herself.

Realizing that she was griping, Mia shook her head and finished wiping down the counter. Once she was done, she walked over and tied the garbage bag up before pulling it out of the trashcan and made her way around the worktop and headed over to the door. Looking out onto the flooded street to see the rain hammering against the puddles sending ripples through the water, she thought about grabbing her coat from the office...but since she was just nipping out quickly, she decided otherwise.

She immediately regretted her decision and shivered when the rain rolled down the back of her neck, under her blouse and down her back giving her goosebumps. Grumbling something under her breath, Mia quickly made her way around the side of the building and walked into the alleyway behind the shop where the large heavy-duty dumpsters were kept.

Prying the lid open with one hand, she tossed the garbage bag into the dumpster and heard a loud crash as it landed on the others that were inside. Letting the lid fall, resulting in another bang, she walked over to the entrance of the alley and went to head back into the store to escape the rain, though her eyes lingered on the bright holographic lights that displayed various images that were projected above the city, though one stuck out above the rest.

Noble Industries.

It had been ten years since it had first appeared, just before Dom had been released from Lompoc only to suddenly leave after losing to Jakob, and since then it had drastically improved the lives of everyone in Los Angeles and around the world, herself included. Just about every advancement that had occurred within the last decade originated from the now multibillion dollar company.

Aerospace, Agriculture, Biotech, Education, Entertainment, Foodbanks, Healthcare, Technology, Motorsport, Shipping, there were very few fields that Noble Industries didn't specialize in. Not only that, but they had worked tirelessly to eradicate poverty from the city such as building homes for the homeless for them to live in and have the chance to turn their lives around, as well as finding them work and offering them further education.

It wasn't just the homeless that they looked out for either. The collage that she went too, not to mention countless others had all been built and regularly funded by Noble Industries that offered high-level education to all their students regardless of their background or where they came from; yet demanded excellence from them all. The standards were high, but she liked to think that she lived up to them.

Privately, she wondered what had inspired the reclusive owner to create the company in the first place and why he had spent the last decade trying to improve the lives of everyone around the world...and why he was so elusive. While everyone knew the name, no one had ever seen the man...well, accept probably the people that worked for him and knew him personally. For ten years the media had been trying to get an interview, catch a glimpse of the man to finally put a face to the name only to be left wanting.

Whatever the reason, he was quite the introvert to the extent that many wondered if he even existed. Well, obviously he existed since he had been the one to revolutionize the world, but maybe the name was a pseudonym, and he was in fact hiding in plain sight; it would certainly explain how he had remained out of the spotlight for so long.

Realising that she was started to get soaked from standing out in the rain like a moron, Mia went to leave the ally and head back into the shop only to stop when the sound of metal scraping across the ground filled the air and sent a cold chill down her spine. Swallowing a lump that formed in her throat, she slowly turned around and stared into the darkness where the noise was coming from.

"H-Hello?" Mia called out nervously, squinting her dark eyes trying to make out anything in the darkness. "I-Is, is someone there?" She asked as the scraping noise grew louder, more intense with each passing second making her unconsciously take a step back. A silhouette became visible in the shadows before stepping underneath one of the lights that were throughout the alleyway revealing a woman.

The woman in question looked somewhere in her mid-to-late thirties with clammy blonde hair that was soaked from the rain with bangs sticking to her forehead, however it was the sunken eyes that gave her pause; as did the cybernetic arms and legs, the latter which were bare revealing the entire cybernetic leg and foot that was scraping across the concrete and dragged heavily along the ground.

Her breath caught in her throat and began to hyperventilate, moving back slowly doing everything she could to keep her distance and not do anything that would set them off knowing that the woman's mental state would be extremely fragile right now, assuming it hadn't completely deteriorated...but considering that she wasn't trying kill her she prayed that it was the former.

Even if she hadn't studied it in great detail at college, the reported cases continued to rise with each passing year with many demanding that the government force cybernetically enhanced to register to keep track on those that were more susceptible to Cyberpsychosis; which the woman was clearly suffering with.

While the idea wasn't necessarily a bad one since it could help prevent or at the very least limit the number of casualties caused ever year, forcing them to register would only serve to make them feel more isolated then they already were and distance them from normal people, hastening the effects of the dissociative disorder that continued to ruin the lives of hundreds of people every day.

"I like your skin." Mia shivered at the madness lacing her voice as she smiled insanely. "Not too fat, not too thin. In the words of Goldilocks, juuuuust right." Her eyes were filled with fear when the cybernetic arms shifted, followed by the forearms parting with two massive blades springing out that glistened in the rain.

Not even waiting for the Cyberpsycho, as the media labelled them, to finish her sentence or make the next move, Mia turned and raced out of the alley and around the corner and screamed when the blades sliced through the wooden panels like a hot knife through butter, spitting splinters in every direction. Running down the flooded sidewalk, she quickly looked over her shoulder and watched as they chased after her, closing the gap within seconds due to the enhanced speeds that the cybernetics granted.

She planned to rush back into the store and seal the door shut but made a sharp left when the Cyberpsycho slashed at her and felt the blades brush passed her. Running alongside her blue 1994 Acura Integra, she really, really regretted not having her keys right now. She screamed when the glass smashed, accompanied by metal creaking, and buckling.

Instinctively, Mia turned to see one of the blades had sliced through the windscreen and was currently embedded in the pillar that had bent around the blade. She stumbled back, nearly losing her balance when the Cyberpsycho twisted their body unnaturally and tried slashing her with the other blade. When they missed, they ripped the first from her car resulting in the roof caving into the car, the glass shattering as it was compacted and crushed beneath the weight of the roof.

If she had been thinking clearly, Mia might have thought about running around the car and using it to keep some distance from her attacker...unfortunately, she was anything but. She was wet, cold, but most importantly she was scared shitless right now. Running past her damaged Acura, she ran as fast and hard as she could into the street and tried to make a run for it only for the sound of metal clanking through the deep puddles to fill the air.

Making another sharp turn, she waded through the deep puddles as the Cyberpsycho screamed manically behind her, heard the blades slashing through the air. Running through the water, she suddenly tripped when her foot got caught in a pothole that was hidden beneath the dirty-water and fell face first into the puddle, banging her head on the concrete as it was submerged.

Gasping as she lifted her head out of the puddle, her vision became blurry and dirty water rolled down her tanned features. Disorientated, Mia blinked and looked around feeling confused. Her confusion quickly morphed into fear when a hand roughly grabbed her now-drenched hair and screamed when her head was aggressively pulled back forcing her to look up into the smiling face of her Cyberpsycho who still had one of the blades out.

"P-Please, you don't have to do this."

"But I want too." The Cyberpsycho smiled happily, madness swirling in her deranged eyes. "I need too..." Tears escaped Mia's dark brown eyes and rolled down her cheeks, not that you could tell from the dirty water and rain that stained her face. Before anything else could be said bright headlights suddenly cut through the pouring rain and lit up the street blinding them both.

The cold metallic hand let her go and Mia faceplanted back into the dirty puddle, only this time she brought her arms up to prevent her from hitting her head into the concrete. Lifting it above the water, she squinted her eyes to see that the car had stopped, and a large silhouette appeared behind the light, one that she couldn't quite make-out.

"No, no, no, no! She's mine! You can't have her! I NEED HER!" Mia heard the Cyberpsycho screech as footsteps filled the air as the figure calmy approached and stepped in front of the light and watched as her attacker raced past her and charged at the man with her blades drawn with murderous intent. She wanted to scream, beg, plead for him to get the hell out of there...but the words refused to leave her mouth.

Struggling to stay both conscious and above the water, Mia's head rocked back and forth, her eyes drooping as she watched helplessly at the Cyberpsycho rushed at the man and thrusted one of the blades at him. She waited for him to be impaled, for him to drop to his knees and die right in front of her because he had decided to help her...yet none of that happened.

Instead of being impaled by the blade light she thought, Mia watched as the man circled around the blade as it was thrusted at him with such speed and grace that it was like he was dancing, like he had done it a million times before, then kicked her legs out from underneath making her fall back. As she fell, the man wrapped one arms around his neck, and while she couldn't see due to his back turned to her, she guessed that he covered his mouth and nose with his hand.

While she couldn't see exactly what was happening, Mai saw the blades swinging wildly as the woman fought back against the man that somehow managed to evade each blade as they were swung at him, her screams muffled behind his hand. What felt like an eternity, the screams stopped, and the woman was carefully, gently lowered to the ground despite the fact that she had just tried to kill him; apparently not holding it against her.

Once she was lowered and placed on the ground, the man suddenly turned and walked towards her. As he did, Mia finally managed to get a decent look at him as he stepped underneath one of the streetlights. He had medium-length slicked back black hair that was beginning to darken from the rain, deep blue eyes that were filled with concern, and a typical California tan across his handsome, yet scarred features.

His face displayed several scars, the most notable being the large scar that ran diagonally from his eye all the way across his face and down past his lips, then another that circled underneath his eyes and over his nose with the two forming some kind of warped cross; while they might have seemed off-putting to many, enough that people might keep their distance from him, she personally thought it added to his mystique.

"Are you hurt?" The man asked gently, crouching down and offering a large hand out to her. Staring at it for a few moments, Mia accepted it and placed her hand into his large, calloused one that was warm to the touch and was carefully pulled her out of the puddle and back to her feet. It was only then that it dawned on her exactly how big he was...though she was certain that she had seen him before, she just couldn't think where.

Looking up at the man that had saved her life, Mia watched as his warm hands slipped from hers before removing his black overcoat revealing his black shirt and waistcoat that left very little to the imagination and earned a small smile as he pulled it around her, appreciating the gesture.

"T-Thanks."

"Are you sure you're okay, Miss..."

"T-Toretto. M-Mia T-Toretto." Mia introduced through a shiver, both from the fact that she was freezing and the shock of nearly being killed. Taking a step forward to get out of the puddle her legs suddenly felt like jelly and fell forward. Instead of faceplanting into the puddle, in one swift movement she was scooped up with one arm slipping underneath her legs while another around her back and carried her in his arms.

"Good to meet you, Mia. Although, I wish it were under better circumstances."

Ordinarily, Mia would've blushed at being in the arms of a handsome stranger and especially being held the way she currently was...but considering the ordeal she had just been through. "Y-Yeah."

"Would you happen to be the same Toretto that owns this establishment?" The man asked nodding his head over at the store.

"Yeah." Mia confirmed, her voice barely a whisper as she battled and ultimately lost against the fatigue and unconsciously rested her head on his shoulder, her exhausted brown eyes closing as she felt herself being carried across the street and over to the store out as her eyes closed and darkness overcame her, preventing her from even asking his name.

Drifting around the corner and through the puddle sending water splashing across the pavement, a modified red 1993 Mazda RX-7 FD through the parking lot, the red neon light bleeding across the concrete and pulled up outside the large glass building. Opening the door, Dom Toretto climbed out and slammed the door shut just as two Nissans and one Honda pulled up.

Not even offering them a look or even locking his car, Dom raced into the building to see a couple of people sitting around the Waiting Room but paid them no mind as he made his way over to the large white desk that had a rather attractive blonde sitting behind it, one that looked when she heard him approaching and offered a friendly smile.

"Can I help you?"

"My sister was brought in tonight." Dom explained to the receptionist. "Mia Toretto."

"Give me a sec." The blondes voice trailed off as she tore her eyes from Dom and looked at the large monitor in front of her, her fingers becoming blurs as she typed away on the keyboard just as the others entered the building. "Ah, here she is. Your sister was brought in nearly an hour ago and was taken to room three-four-three on the seventh floor."

"How do I get to that?"

"Well, you would take the elevator down the hall but visiting hours are..."

"Thanks." Dom nodded, then turned to the others. "Wait here." He told them and made his way in the direction that the blonde pointed to only for footsteps to be heard behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Letty following while Jesse, Leon, and Vince stayed behind. Saying nothing, he looked forward and headed down the corridor before spotting the elevator and entered, followed by his girlfriend.

Once they were both inside, Dom pressed the touchscreen control panel for the seventh floor making the door close and the room jolt as it ascended. Exhaling a deep breath, one he didn't even know he was holding, he thought about his sister. He had no idea what had happened to Mia, the person that had contacted him on his phone had been vague on the details other than she had been taken to the hospital.

At first he thought it was somebodies sick idea of a joke, that she would be at home relaxing after spending the morning at college and closing the store instead of meeting them at the usual place for the street race; but when they had gone to the store and seen the state of Mia's Acura and the damage done to the building, he felt sick to his stomach and immediately rushed to the hospital.

A hand suddenly wrapped around his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "She'll be fine." Letty reassured him, pulling Dom from his thoughts and getting a slow nod back.

"I know." Dom murmured squeezing back just as a ding rang out and the door opened. Still holding his girlfriend's hand, they left the elevator and made their way down the corridor and started looking for the room that Mia had been taken too and seeing as how the first room they came across was two-hundred and ninety-three they were a ways off.

Making their way down the corridor, then another, followed by another they finally reached the three-hundreds. Reading the numbers that were listed above the rooms, they walked past a room with the door open unaware of the doctor that looked up from the patient's bed hearing their footsteps and turned just as they walked passed.

"Visiting hours ended two hours ago." Both Dom and Letty stopped when they heard a voice and turned to see a doctor stepping out one of the rooms.

"We're here to see my sister, she was brought in about an hour ago." Dom explained to the doctor.

"And her name would be?"

"Mia Toretto."

"I see." The doctor voiced softly and gestured for them both to follow him as walked past them and walked down the corridor. "Your sister is extremely fortunate to be alive, not many survive encounters with those suffering from Cyberpsychosis."

A chill ran down their spines at the mere mention of the Cyberpsychosis. "Is she alright?" Letty asked for them both, trepidation lacing her voice almost scared to see the state her best friend was in. Like pretty much everyone else, she had heard the stories of those attacked by the Cyber-nutjobs, something that continued to rise with each passing day. How the victims were dismembered, ripped apart and let to bleed out on the street...and they were the lucky ones.

"As I mentioned, she is extremely fortunate to be alive. The extent of her injuries is some slight bruising across her face." The doctor informed the Latina getting a sigh of relief from Dom. "The paramedics that brought her in claimed that she was rescued by a man that subdued the woman with Cyberpsychosis."

"Did they happen to catch his name?"

"I'm unsure." The doctor admitted answering Dom. "But since he managed to singlehandedly take down a cybernetically enhanced individual there is a good chance that he is a part of the Los Angeles Police Department, specifically a Cybersquad division."

"Aren't those guys usually worse than the nutjobs they bring in?" Letty questioned bluntly, referring to the reputation that they Cybersquads had gained over the years such as using excessive force to subdue or kill, and they usually killed, Cyberpsychos.

"It's not my place to comment."

"Whoever it was they saved my sister from being killed tonight." Dom remarked and while the guy might have been a cop, which pretty much made the two enemies, that didn't mean that he wasn't grateful for what he did. He couldn't think too much about the guy that saved Mia from the Cyberpsycho as they finally reached the room three-four-three.

Looking through the glass, Dom and Letty peered into the room that was filled the state-of-the-art medical equipment though they were mostly focusing on Mia who was laying in the bed awake and staring out at the window on the far side of the room and looking outside.

"Miss Toretto, you have people here to see you." The doctor announced stepping into the room and getting Mia's attention making her turn revealing the dark bruise that was growing across her tanned features and smiled, if somewhat painfully when she saw Dom and Letty walking in behind the doctor.

"Hey."

"How're you feeling?" Dom asked walking past the doctor and standing at the end of the bed while Letty went over and sat next to her.

"Like I told them I'm fine." Mia insisted expressing her frustration. "All I did was pass out; I wasn't hurt."

"That bruise on your face says otherwise, girl." Letty pointed out.

"That was my own fault, I should've remembered where that stupid pothole was." Mia commented even if she was mostly berating herself. "Besides, I have college tomorrow morning and all I'm doing is taking up this room when other people could be using it."

"You were nearly killed tonight, Miss Toretto." The doctor reminded her. "While you might not have been affected physically, psychologically is another matter entirely which is why I would like you to remain in tonight so that we can monitor you."

"Am I having therapy?"

Dom and Letty looked over at the doctor who sighed. "No."

"Then I'd like to go home." Mia stated firmly with Dom and Letty knowing that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "I promise that if I have any violent outbursts, display any signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder then I will reach out and speak to somebody."

"I'll hold her to that too." Dom promised the doctor who regarded him for a second before reluctantly nodding.

"Very well." The doctor sighed. "While I would've liked you to stay the night, I cannot force you too. If you do wish to talk about what happened..."

"I will."

The doctor nodded slowly, clearly not thrilled about her being sent home. "I'll go see if your clothes are dried." He remarked before stepping out of the room leaving Dom, Letty, and Mia alone.

"Are you sure you don't want too..."

"I just want to go home, get into my bed and forget this entire thing happened." Mia retorted throwing the sheets off her revealing that she was wearing a hospital gown and climbed out of bed and shivered as her bare feet touched the ground.

"The doc told us aside from the bruising you were fine, why're you wearing a gown?" Letty quizzed as Mia walked past her and over to the chair to grab her things.

"Because my clothes were drenched after falling in the puddle and this was all they had." Mia answered tugging at the rather unflattering gown.

Watching as his sister started gathering her things, Dom spoke up. "The doctor said that a man saved you from that Cyberpsycho...don't suppose that you happened to catch his name."

"No." Mia shook her head. "I remember her cold metal hand grabbing my hair, pleading for her to stop that she didn't need to kill me only for her to proclaim that she wanted too, that she needed too..."Dom gritted his teeth in anger the more he heard, hating the Cyberpsycho and himself for leaving her alone when he knew that there were countless others like her out there.

"And then he appeared out of nowhere." Mia continued pulling Dom from his thoughts. "I couldn't make out the car, but the headlights cut through the rain and stopped her from skinning me alive. And quicker than it took me to try and flee, he took her down within moments. Somehow dodging the blade, dancing around it before wrapping his arm around her throat and put her in a sleeper hold before coming over and checking that I was alright."

"The last I remember is him giving me his coat and carrying me in his arms when I fell, then the next thing I know I'm waking up in the ambulance surrounded by the paramedics still wearing his coat." Mia finished, privately disappointed that she never got his name before passing out or figured out why he looked so familiar; but since she still had his coat, she was hoping that she'd see him again and thank him properly for saving her life instead of the bumbling mess she had been earlier.

And cut! Here is the first chapter of The Fast and The Noble, I hoped you all enjoyed it. Unlike with The Furious Wolf, Six isn't a murderous vigilante that's lost to his own rage following Reach and losing Noble Team but rather the owner of a multibillion dollar company and trying his best to uplift humanity and give them a fighting chance against the Covenant due to having no idea that they win.

As you saw in the first chapter there will be elements of Cyberpunk 2077 in this version just like my Brooklyn 99 crossover in the form on Cyberpsychosis, cybernetics and the cars and bikes from the game; and unlike the previous version, Mia is already in medical college rather than just studying for it like in the Furious Wolf and the first movie, the latter which went nowhere.

Anyway, let me know what you all thought regarding the first chapter.