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Chapter 2: A High Flying Ride
"War?" This was the first words out of Ross's mouth when the corporal gave the news.
"Thats right sir, full out war" Replied the news bearing corporal. Despite Ross not being in uniform (for he had just been woken up) the young Corporal kept a stiff and erect posture in the presence of one of the most famous snipers in the Marines.
"I cant believe they would declare war on Insurrectionist. I mean yeah their a nuisance, but war?" Ross said still in disbelief.
"That is what the message says sir. And its straight from the top."
"Gimme that" Ross said as he snatched the message out of the corporals hands.
Ross read over the thin paper. Not believing it, he read it again. The text did not change on bit though. The UNSC was to participate in full out war against the Black Fist insurrectionist group.
"Also sir," The corporal spoke up "You have orders to pack up and move out towards a classified location."
"Ugh.." Ross groaned. Packing up and moving out meant one thing. He was to sit in a field or a tree or in a swamp, and wait for a target to come by. But then again, as much as he hated it, he loved it. And it was his job. Not much he could do to argue it unless he wanted to be court martialed.
With a yawn, Captain Ross stood up from the bunk, and dismissed the messenger. After dressing into his gear, he headed out to the air strip to get ready for his takeoff.
Upon walking out the door, Ross ran into his commanding officer, Major Williams.
"Sir" Ross said as he snapped to a crisp salute.
"At ease" Major Williams said. "You get your orders?"
"Yes sir, I also heard the news we are at full out war on the black fist" Ross said not so enthusiastically.
"Yes that would be correct," Replied the Major "The reason behind that is more than what they show in the news though"
This peaked Ross's interests, he knew there was a deeper motive behind this full out war.
Major Williams continued. "It appears that the Black Fist has done several things that we deem quite dangerous. They have managed to get several planets to become sympathetic with their cause, which of course, now gives them a standing Army, Navy, and Air Force."
Ross's face grew grave. Having that, the Black Hand could literally go about and conquer entire planets.
"There is more," Major Williams continued, "They also have seem to have built up a large amount of Weapons of Mass Destruction. And by that I mean nukes, bombs, and planet destroying fleets."
"Jesus" Ross muttered.
"I have your orders here as well" Williams said. "Your shipping out in 1 hour."
Major Williams handed Ross a sealed envelope containing Ross's target.
With that, he departed. Ross went to a nearby bench and sat down. He did not open the letter. No, not quite yet. First, he leaned back and took a look at all that was happening around him. Pelicans were taking off and landing, moving supplies here and there getting ready for war. Troops moved in perfect squadrons to parked Warthogs ready to move out at any order. The entire base was a whirlwind of activity, all because of a simple declaration of war.
Having watched enough of the activity the base had, Ross opened the letter. Inside was a single sheet of paper, and next to it, a picture. Ross read the letter first.
"Captain Ross,
Your next target will be arms dealer Andy Jackson. He is a American born on the planet Earth. After long affiliations with underhand arms dealing for the Black Fist, he has finally gone public and is now the main small arms supplier for the Black Fist Army. Also in this envelope, is his picture. You will be dropped during the night at a Black Fist camp on the planet Draco III. This planet has been occupied by the Black Fist for some years now, and is a sympathizer to their cause. Get the kill, get out, and radio for pickup. You know the drill.
Good luck soldier,
General Reynolds"
Ross folded up the letter and put it back into the envelope. He took out the picture and looked at it. Andy Jackson was about 5'10 by the looks of it, and had jet black hair cut short. In the picture, he wore green fatigues and a similar olive green cap. On the left side of his face was what seemed to be a scar from a knife or other sharp object.
Ross committed the picture to memory and tucked it into his pocket.
Standing up, Captain Ross tucked away the envelope as well. He strolled over to the barracks. There, he stripped and cleaned his sniper with motherly care. He loaded up the magazine, and clicked it into place making sure the safety was on. With that taken care of, he set out towards his pelican.
Stepping into the ship, he asked the pilot to what ship they were headed.
"The UNSC Resolute sir." "Its a Destroyer" He added when he saw the puzzlement on Ross's face.
"Fine then, take me there."
The trip was uneventful. Once docked on the orbiting destroyer, Ross stepped out of the Pelican and into the Resolute. This is where he would spend the next two days. Headed for Draco III. There, he would make yet another kill.