Justice League of Amazons: Halo
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Chapter 19
In the downtown area of the capitol of Corto Maltese, a group of three women walked closely together. They were dressed inconspicuously as island tourists; the tallest of them had auburn hair but if you looked closely enough, you would soon realise that it was a wig and beneath lay locks of raven black hair. The second was a blonde with her hair done in a high ponytail and the last and youngest of them had deep red locks of hair on her head.
It was nearing late afternoon as the three women weaved in and around the crowd of locals. The near incessant chattering of townsfolk combined with the squawks, bleating and grunts of animals such as chickens, goats and pigs, as well as the rumbling sounds of cheap motorbikes and cars was near deafening to anyone not a local.
"You both alright?" the blonde asked her companions almost having to shout to be heard.
"Peachy," the redhead shouted back. "Wish they'd keep the noise down. Can hardly hear myself think!" she complained.
"We'll be out of it pretty soon," the blonde reassured her. "Let's just try not to draw attention to ourselves in the meantime," she advised.
Then the staccato of marching footsteps made itself known and marching down the street came a column of Z8 androids led by a woman dressed in military fatigues in the colours of Corto Maltese's army. Townsfolk almost instinctively parted to let the military woman and her escort pass. The officer walked with the swagger of an oppressor, a kind of confidence that spoke of being able to do whatever she wanted, and no repercussions would come for her. Passing a stall, the officer stopped to speak with the owner who bowed her head fearfully. Speaking in Spanish, the officer appeared to make an enquiry and the owner gave a nervous reply.
Whatever the reply to the query, it displeased the officer who sneered disdainfully and barked out an order to one of her Z8's. Receiving the order the Z8 upended the stall much to the dismay of the owner who then fell to her knees, hands clasped in front of her, apparently begging for mercy. Some of the locals had the sense to get out of the area to avoid becoming witnesses. A few onlookers stared in silent dismay as the officer pulled out her sidearm and put the barrel to the pleading stall woman's head.
"We shouldn't let this happen!" Diana whispered to her teammates.
"I know," Dinah replied. "But we need to lay low. We can't stop to save everyone," she reminded the Amazon princess who looked at her with an affronted look.
"She's right," Barbara quickly agreed. "I don't like it any more than you do. But our best chance at completing the mission is to avoid trouble whenever we can," she said.
"C'mon, let's keep moving," Dinah said to her teammates. As Dinah and Barbara kept walking, Diana lingered torn between wanting to fight for someone who could not fight for themselves and wanting to carry out the mission. With a heavy heart, the Amazon Princess followed her teammates and behind her, a gunshot followed by some screams was like a punch to the gut. Wiping away the tear forming in her eyes, Diana caught up with her teammates.
The mission came first…
Reaching the wharf, the trio entered one of the drinking establishments. Following the local rumours that the Corto Maltese Resistance operated and recruited from the drinking establishments near the docks, the three heroines decided to try the bars and taverns along the docks. But therein lay a risk; Intergang spies may have infiltrated the wharf to ferret any would-be recruiters or trick any hopeful rebels looking to join the resistance and arrest them on the spot.
Entering the first pub, Dinah and her team did their best to blend in among the crowd. It was tricky as they were dressed as tourists, and they drew some attention from some of the patrons who nursed their locally brewed alcoholic beverages.
Standing at the bar, Dinah used some bar hopper sign language to signal the bartender some shots of tequila. The bar tender then spoke to Dinah in English with a thick accent.
"Gringos, eh?" she commented as she pulled out some shot glasses then a bottle of tequila, pouring the alcoholic liquid into each glass to the brim. "Most gringos don't come to this part of Esperanza," she remarked knowingly.
"Just enjoying the sights," Dinah said lightly. "Know of any good guides who could take us on a safari into the jungles?" she asked leadingly.
"Sorry. Don't know any guides," the bartender said with a thin smile as she passed Dinah the tray of tequila shots. Dinah then paid for the drinks. "Your change," the bartender then stated as she passed back some local currency. Dinah nodded and she noticed that a small piece of paper was hidden inside one of the Peso notes. Knowing enough not to ask, Dinah thanked the barwoman and took the tray of drinks to the table she shared with Diana and Barbara.
"Any luck?" Barbara asked her squad leader who passed around the shots.
"We'll see," Dinah replied as she surreptitiously took out the folded piece of paper and read the contents.
The writing on the paper read, 'Fish Market. Red Snapper stall. Ask for number four.'
Putting the piece of paper inside her wallet, Dinah took up her shot glass and gave a toast. "Down the hatch." Tilting her head back, Dinah downed the contents of her drink in one go. Diana and Barbara mimicked the action; Barbara gave a little cough and shudder.
"What did they put in to make this?" the petite redhead asked. "Paint thinner?"
Dinah gave a chuckle at this and asked, "Never had a taste of local brews before?"
"No. Never," Barbara admitted. "Always been a vodka, beer or wine kinda gal," she said.
"This is nothing. You should try the wine my people brew," Diana stated. "Stronger than whatever you call this," she said as she nodded at her now empty shot glass.
"Heh, what kinda drunk would you be, Princess?" Dinah mused as she took up another shot glass of tequila and sipped at it.
"It'd take much more than this to get me drunk," Diana said proudly.
"I'll take you up on that one day soon," Dinah said with a friendly grin. The next half hour was spent in pleasant conversation before they left the bar.
"So, what was that piece of paper?" Barbara asked.
"The fish market. Red Snapper stall, ask for number four," Dinah replied in a hushed voice. "C'mon."
Luckily for them, the fish market was right near the wharf, and it was crowded by locals buying fresh fish brought in from the sea. The smell wasn't too bad, but it lingered in the air as stall owners gutted and filleted whole fish for customers to order. Sighting a stall sign with the image of a red snapper fish, the three heroines were met by the stall owner who was weighing some fish on a scale.
"Sí?´ What can I get you?" the stall owner asked.
"The number four," Dinah said quietly. The stall owner looked up at Dinah and her companions in surprise, but her features quickly shifted into a friendly smile.
"In here. Just got a fresh delivery this afternoon," she told as she led them around the back to a freezer unit. "In here" she ushered them inside before following them inside and closed the door behind her. Then in an instant, she pulled out a pistol, shifting her aim at the three heroines.
"Who sent you? Those Intergang putas?!" she demanded angrily.
"Easy there, let's not do anything rash," Dinah urged placatingly.
"Fuck you! I'm holding the gun, gringo! You don't get to tell me what to do!" the store owner snapped.
Acting quickly, Diana used her inhuman speed to snatch the pistol out of the woman's grip and crushed the weapon between her fingers.
"Fuck…"
"You got that right," Diana said calmly. "We're looking to get into contact with the resistance. We were told to come to your store and ask for the number four," she explained.
"Yeah? And what do three gringo tourists want with the resistance?" asked the store owner.
"Because we're not tourists," Barbara informed her. "We're from the Justice League," she said.
"Justice League? You trying to pull my leg, chica?"
Barbara then looked at Diana and nodded at her. Reluctantly, Diana removed her wig and sunglasses, revealing her identity to the store owner whose brown eyes widened at the sight of Wonder Woman before her.
"Mierda…" she uttered as she processed what was happening. "And you two?" she asked looking at Dinah and Barbara.
"Black Canary and this is Batgirl."
"Carajo, three fucking superheroes in Corto Maltese," the store owner muttered. Shaking her head, she then asked, "Why are you here in Corto Maltese? Not here for sightseeing, that much I guessed already."
"We're here because Intergang stole a dangerous piece of technology that would be dangerous to everyone if it was used," Diana replied. "We have a lead that it might be in Jotunheim, but we need help to get inside," she said.
"Jotunheim? That old prison used by those Nazi fucks way back?" the store owner asked.
"It's our strongest lead," Dinah stated. "We were hoping to get in contact with the resistance to get inside the place to look for the tech. We were led to you," she explained.
"Sí, I can get in contact with the resistance for you," said the store owner. "Meet me here tomorrow before dawn. I'll take you into the jungle and bring you to one of their camps," she added.
"Thank you," Barbara said sincerely.
"Don't thank me just yet, chica," the store owner warned. "Best head back to whatever hotel you're staying in, before those Intergang putas come snooping around," she told as she ushered them out of the freezer unit. "Make sure you aren't followed," she advised as she went back to her shop.
"You heard her. Let's head back to the hotel," Dinah said to her team as they made their way out of the fish market, through the winding streets and back to the hotel.
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The Montana Wilderness.
In the wilderness of the state of Montana in the USA, Master Chief Petty Officer John-117 stood in a command tent. A foldout table was set in front of the super-soldier and spread out across the surface was a map of the region. The map detailed various routes and points of interest to the Spartan as today, he was going to put the newest members of the Justice League through a watered-down version of his own Spartan training.
Initially, John was going to put the newbies through the whole nine yard, but Shayera and Cortana had persuaded him that such a thing wasn't totally necessary. John hadn't been convinced at first until Hawkgirl informed him that Mary Batson was in fact a teenage girl. This information had put John on edge; he had been a child when he was taken by ONI to be inducted into the Spartan Program and while he wouldn't deny the training had made him into the man he is today, that didn't mean he would subject other children to such a thing.
So with many revisions to the training course that he had designed to emulate his own training, John had developed a new training course that was designed to build teamwork among the newbies.
The Creature Commandos would doubtlessly fare well as they had years if not decades to improve their teamwork as a unit. But therein lay a problem; because the Commandos were so familiar and used to working with each other, they mightn't work well with those they hadn't worked with before which was what Chief intended to do. He wanted to see how they would fare working in other groups with other people they didn't know or weren't familiar with.
Some of the other new members would also present a problem. Catwoman came to mind as she often operated alone, rarely working with others unless it suited her needs and whims and even then, she would likely betray the people she was working with if meant she would achieve her goal. One would make the case of honour among thieves, but only in fairytales did such a thing exist as more often than not thieves were all too happy to stab each other in the back if it meant they could get a bigger payday for themselves.
Some of the other new members such as Mary were completely new to this, so they mightn't be prepared for the training.
In a holotank set up in the tent, Cortana's avatar appeared. "So, ready to put the newbies through hell?" she quipped humorously.
"As much as can be expected," replied the Spartan as he reviewed the map. The course was a seven mile stretch of land through the forests and mountains of Montana. And said stretch was lain with traps of Cortana's design. Not to kill or seriously injure, but slow down and entrap the participants. The traps included basic concealed pits, explosive mines that would blast tactical training rounds (a special mix of strong anaesthetic chemicals), simple concussive and stun explosives and many others besides.
Shayera then entered the tent and spoke, "They're waiting for you."
"Let's get this over with." John put on his helmet, the seals locking in. He then took an assault rifle and shotgun placing them over his back before exiting the tent. Assembled outside the tent were the newest recruits of the Justice League. It was early morning and there was a chilly breeze blowing through the valley. Looking at the new members with a hard look behind the golden polarised visor of his helmet, John spoken to them in a stern voice.
"Attention, everyone. Listen up; I'm going to say this one." Everyone stood to attention and listened intently. "This training exercise is simple: before you is a seven mile stretch of terrain and at the end of this course is a tower with a bell on it. The objective is to reach the tower with your team and ring it. Once your team has done that, you will have completed the exercise."
"But to change it up, you will be organised into teams of four to five," John then said which caught everyone assembled by surprise. "The teams will be as follows: Captain Adams, you will be going with Warren, Miranda and Mary. Frankenstein? You will be with Jason, Tig, Selina and Andrew. Eve, you will take Red Tornado, Dr Rhodes and Aten." Looking at everyone, the Spartan then asked, "Does anyone have a problem with this arrangement?"
Hearing no response, John then said, "Well? What are you waiting for? Get moving!" he barked.
Everyone scrambled to follow the order, finding their teammates before rushing off down the valley. Nathaniel with his team flew through the air; Nathaniel was carrying Warren and Mary carried Miranda.
"Is this really necessary?" Warren asked in an annoyed voice as he looked down at the ground below which rushed past.
"It's faster this way, Fido," Nathaniel told him stoically.
"I'm not a dog…" Warren grumbled gruffly.
Then along the walls of the mountains, turrets rose up and began to fire on Captain Atom's team. Rockets and shells exploded in the air around them.
"Woah!" Mary cried out as she barely avoided a rocket while trying to keep her grip on Miranda who also look perturbed by the onslaught of explosive projectiles in the air. "Shouldn't we go back down to the ground?" Mary asked nervously.
"We'll make it! We just need to push through!" Nathaniel said stubbornly and as he finished that sentence, a rocket exploded in a flash of bright light and a cloud of thick smoke. The light was enough to stun the group and Captain Atom and Mary accidentally shielded their eyes but in doing so, they dropped their passengers. Warren and Miranda yelped as they fell to the canopy of trees below them, crashing through the foliage and crashed down to the ground.
"Augh… never flying again," Warren grumbled.
"You and me both," Miranda agreed as she brushed some leaves and twigs out of her blonde hair. Then the clanking sounds of footsteps alerted them and the werewolf and human woman saw a troop of Z8 droids approaching them, armed with an assortment of weapons.
"Shit…" Miranda cursed as she pulled out her pistol and prepared to fire, while Warren partially transformed to increase his strength and turn his fingernails into thick & sharp claws.
Adam Frankenstein was trying to corral his team with limited success; Selina had seemingly gone on ahead of the, swinging through the treetops with her grapnel launcher. Andrew and Tig were hard pressed fending off attacks from Z8 droids that were firing on them. Returning fire with his own pistol, Adam bellowed, "We need to keep moving!"
"And how do we do that?!" Andrew shouted back as he avoided a volley of rubber bullets. Normally, rubber bullets wouldn't hurt a vampire like Andrew, but that didn't mean he wanted to be hit by them. Looking at Tig, the centuries old vampire could see the absolute rage and fury building in the young monster hunter's eyes. "Shit!" Andrew hissed under his breath. "We need to move!" he yelled.
"No! We need to kick their asses!" Tig screamed as her unhinged personality took hold of her as she broke cover, her pistol firing wildly.
"Ugh, great, Hair Trigger Tig is out," Andrew said to Frankenstein who growled in annoyance.
Meanwhile, Selina made some ground as she swung through the trees using her natural agility and gymnastic skills. She did feel a little bad about leaving the team behind, but because she was so used to working alone, she felt it was better that she went on ahead to ring the bell and win.
This train of thinking would prove to be her downfall.
As she alighted on a tree branch, a group of drones flew up and began firing TTRs at her. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, Catwoman leapt over to another branch, narrowly avoiding the anaesthetic rounds. The drones then pursued Catwoman as she swung through the branches. What she did not realise at the time was that the drones were herding to a section of the course where she would be out in the open.
Breaking through the forest, Selina felt some alarm as she realised there were no more trees for her to use. With all the practiced ease of an acrobat, Selina landed into forward roll to mitigate the damage that would result in some fractured bones if she hadn't been trained how to avoid such a thing. Springing to her feet, Selina went into a sprint through an open yet undulating field as the drones chased after her.
"Great…"
As she sprinted across the field, Selina belatedly realised that the field had to be rigged. It was sheer luck that she avoided stepping on a mine that was disguised to look like a clump of mud and grass. Using carefully time leaps, Catwoman avoided most of the hidden mines and as she made it past the minefield, she nimbly landed on a patch of grass with a smirk. But then the ground suddenly gave way beneath Selina and she then fell into a deep pit. Lashing out her grapnel, Selina barely avoided hitting the bottom of the pit and zipped her way to the surface.
"Nice try, but it's gonna take more than that," Selina said tauntingly as she continued on only to find herself surrounded by drones and Z8s.
"Fuck!"
The drones and Z8s fired en-masse and Selina felt splashes of gel hit her body. The kinetic force behind the projectiles stung, but it soon subsided with Selina looking at the gel on her catsuit then at the robots surrounding.
"That all you could do?" she mocked. The suddenly Selina felt a sharp electrical surge hit her. Her body seizing up from the voltage, Catwoman fell over unconscious and barely moving.
Eve Frankenstein and her team had progressed to the minefield and bore witness to what happened to Catwoman. Frowning a little, Even surmised that the drones and Z8s fired a special adhesive gel round that electrified its targets. "I have an idea," she said to her team hurriedly. "Tornado? Can you create a tornado around us? Keep us in the eye of it as we move?"
"Affirmative," Tornado said as his weather control systems then powered up and a great whirlwind formed around the group. Eve nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, now we move."
The group then slowly began to make their way across the minefield. Drones tried get to the group, but they were tossed and turned by the gale force wind buffeting them around like ragdolls. Mines too that had been placed in the ground were pulled by the howling wind and thrown up into the air and exploded harmlessly.
As they neared the edge of the minefield, Tornado let the whirlwind around them die. "The path ahead seems clear," the aerokinetic robot stated as they stared down what looked like a narrow ravine.
"Maybe," Eve remarked as she pulled out her pistols. "Follow me," she ordered as she took point. In a single file, Eve's group entered the narrow ravine only to find it was a labyrinthine maze.
"It's a maze in here!" Dr Rhodes exclaimed. "How are we going to find our way out without getting lost?" she wondered aloud.
Aten had the answer as he stuck the blade of his sword into the dirt and dragged behind him creating a trail for them. "Nice work, Aten," Eve congratulated the living mummy for his initiative. "We keep a trail going behind us, we won't get lost," the Bride of Frankenstein said.
With Aten leaving a clear trail behind them, Eve's team made their way through the maze which was filled with twists and turns. Coming to a dead end, Eve stated, "Dead end. Double back and find another way." Doubling back down the passage, it was to their consternation that the trail Aten was dragging behind them had become construed with multiple similar lines dragged into dirt.
"Were… were those there before?" Myrra asked faintly as she held her assault rifle in her hands nervously.
"Something else is in this accursed maze!" Aten growled.
"Affirmative. Part of the labyrinth's defences to confuse us," Tornado stated.
"What do we do?" Myrra asked Eve who folded her arms, clearly in thought.
"We push through it!" the Bride of Frankenstein declared as she turned to face the wall behind and with all her considerable strength and her own four fists, she began punching through the walls. Breaking the first few walls was helpful as it opened a pathway for Eve and her team to continue onwards. As they breeched the next section of the maze, the walls suddenly began to shift and move about. Alarmingly, sections moved up between the team, cutting them off from each other.
"Myrra! Aten! Tornado! Are you alright?!" Eve shouted to make herself heard.
"I'm fine!" Myrra shouted back, her voice muffled by the walls. "Can you see a way out?" she hollered.
"I see a passage," Eve called back. "Stay put! I'll try to find you all!" she said. Eve then heard Aten grumble curses and oaths in Ancient Egyptian, obviously displeased with how this turned out.
As she followed the passage, Eve soon came to a fork of three paths going in different directions. "Left, right or centre?" she mused as she contemplated in each pathway open to her.
Then the sound of marching footsteps alerted the undead simulacrum woman who looked behind her to see a troop of Z8s marching towards her.
"Oh, fuck!" Eve then darted down the right fork, hoping to lose her pursuers. Following the passage, she came to a narrow passage where she sighted Aten. "Aten!" Eve cried in relief running towards the undead mummy only for the walls to shift again this time boxing her in. "No! No!" she shouted in desperation as suddenly turrets shifted out from the walls and powered and fired on.
Eve gritted her teeth in pain and annoyance as the paintball rounds hit and soaked into her body. Pulling out her pistols, Eve fired back at the turrets, but found her sight was unfocussed and blurry. Belatedly realising that the paint soaking into her skin was actually a powerful drug, Eve tried her best to stay conscious before the anaesthetic overwhelmed her and she collapsed unconsciously to the floor.
When Eve finally came to, she realised that she was laying on a bed and nearby were her was everyone else, all battered and bruised and sporting bandages on various parts of their bodies. Eve's husband sat in a chair, looking like he'd fought the nastiest thing Hell could come up with. Tig looked barely conscious as she was hooked up to an IV drip feed. Warren and Miranda looked scuffed and scratched, their clothing dirty and torn in places, both them nursing bottles of water. Andrew was sipping from a pack of blood through a straw, looking very much irritated. Aten and Myrra were both laying on a bed with the former cursing under his breath in his native tongue. The others who had took part in the exercise, Mary, Jason, Selina and Nathaniel looked like they had been thrown into a high speed blender and thrown back out.
"What did I miss?" Eve asked as she sat up sluggishly, her voice thick and heavy.
"Oh, not much, just the fact that we got our asses handed to us," Andrew wryly commented. "What was even the point of the whole fucking thing?" he asked aloud.
"That all you have much to learn," said a familiar voice and everyone's heads snapped to see the Spartan standing in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest.
Adam growled threateningly and made to rise to his feet and Aten looked he would join when Miranda raised a hand to stop them and shook her.
Andrew then chose to speak, "So, what is it we all need to learn?"
"What is it you think you need to learn?" the Spartan said to everyone and when no-one answered, he grunted and explained to them as though they were simpletons.
"The point of the exercise was to gauge what might happen if you were thrown into a situation with no prep-time and how well you worked with those unfamiliar to you." Looking at the Creature Commandos, the Master Chief said to them, "Most of you have worked together for years if not decades, meaning you would all know each other's strengths and weaknesses, but when working with those unfamiliar to you or your personal flaws hindering you, your synergy suffers."
Looking at Selina, the Spartan said to her, "You, Miss Kyle, abandoned your team the minute things started to go south. You do not abandon your team because of a little trouble." Selina had an affronted looked on her face.
Looking at Tig, John told her, "Your personal instability coupled with your unchecked emotions hindered you when sense would've told you that the mission came first." Tig threw the Spartan a dirty look.
"And kicking our asses helps us how?" Andrew asked snidely.
"Simple, to show you how unprepared you, and believe me, I could've gone a lot harder on you," the Spartan said to the vampire coldly which had said vampire looking very nervous.
"Just how much harder could you have gone on us?" Myrra asked tentatively.
"Live rounds," the Spartan stated bluntly.
"You would've used live rounds on us?!" Selina yelled in disbelief. "Are you fucking insane?!" she demanded.
"It's what happened to me and my fellow Spartans during our training. It was only at Hawkgirl's behest, coupled with a few other factors as well as some personal concerns that I did not consider using such methods," replied the Spartan.
Everyone looked at the Master Chief in horror; was his own training that brutal that he would've considered using it on them?
"Now, if you're all done wasting my time, I believe we're done here," John said as he turned around to leave.
"Wait!" Eve cried out which had the Spartan pause and turned his head to regard her. "Please, give us another chance," the Bride of Frankenstein implored. "We won't be able to improve if we don't keep trying," she said.
The Spartan regarded everyone silently. For a long agonising moment there was only silence as the Master Chief regarded everyone impassively like a statue. As Eve prepared to speak again, the Spartan spoke.
"So, you want another chance?" he asked lightly and everyone nodded their heads with varying degrees of enthusiasm. "Very well. There is another stretch of land going thirty miles. At the end of that course is another bell tower that if your teams all ring, I will consider continuing training you all further," he told them all. "Unless anyone has any second thoughts?"
Everyone glanced at each other and Eve spoke, "We're not going to back out now!"
"Are you sure?" the Spartan asked evenly.
"No."
"No, what?"
"No, sir," Everyone said in unison.
"Can't hear you. Louder!"
"No, sir!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Get moving!"
Everyone scrambled to get going as they began to run the thirty mile course the Spartan indicated.
…
It was nearing dawn as everyone practically crawled towards the end of the thirty mile course. Everyone was covered in mud, dirt and sported bruises, cuts and scratches all over their bodies. They had thought that the seven mile course had been brutal, but they realised that the thirty mile course was even worse as the Master Chief's seemingly sadistic mind had come up with creative ways to waylay the teams. It was sheer luck and determination that everyone had made it to the end of the course.
"We made it!" Mary exhaled in relief as she limped forward with her teammates. Even though she had been blessed with the endurance of Atlas, the course had been gruelling for her. She had to wonder just how brutal the Spartan's training had been and he considered this a watered down version of it. But then again, he had said that he might've used live rounds on them but had been persuaded not to, as well as his own reservations.
And at the end of the course stood the bell tower standing innocently before them.
"What now?" Tig asked as she panted, her body covered in numerous scratches and bruises.
"Now, we all have to ring the bell," Miranda told her apprentice.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Warren stated as he hobbled forward to ring the bell with everyone following the lycan. One by one, they each rang the bell, the sounds of brass metal ringing clearly out in the valley.
"Well done," a voice announced, and everyone looked in alarm to see the Spartan marching towards them. "There's some hope for you flatfoots after all," he said dryly.
"Did… did we win?" Tig asked worriedly.
"Not even close. This? Is just the beginning of your training," the Spartan told them all.
"What the hell would you call this then?" Adam asked in bewilderment.
"A warm up," the Spartan intoned and everyone stared at the super-soldier dumbfounded. "But you've earned a brief reprieve. We'll start the real training a day from now. So, rest up," he told them as Javelins alighted on the ground.
As everyone climbed aboard the Javelins to head back to the Watchtower, Andrew voiced the question on all their minds.
"What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: Chapter 19 is done and dusted! And it so happens to be the month that our dear departed friend Freedom Guard passed ten years ago if you can believe that. I sometimes wonder what might've been if he hadn't passed away all those years ago. I imagine some of us wonder that at times…
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I tried to do my own thing with the training course, so I had to force myself not to read FG's Young Justice/Halo oneshot, but I'm guessing this chapter was a bit lacklustre, but I did try my best to do my own thing with this chapter.
In other news, for my Witcher's Apprentice story, I was thinking of there being some crossover worlds that Aegon and a couple of other characters could end up on for some small adventures. To that end, I've set up a voting poll on my profile, so if you haven't already, feel free to cast your vote.
And that's about the sum total of things, so I'll see you all next time.
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.