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One day... I am gonna grow wings... A chemical reaction... Hysterical and useless... hystecial and let down and hanging around... crushed like a bug in the ground.
Part 1
May 3rd, 2553, ONI Facilty, Somewhere in Norway.
James opened the large, cumbersome doors that led into ONI's Beta 5 division's headquarters. James felt insecure as he noticed the security cameras in each corner of the small confined room. In the room was several desks, no one was home. James walked up to one of the tables. He opened one of the documents just lying there.
Suddenly, the doors burst open as a woman snatched the document from his hands and sat down.
"Please sit down Mr. Ackerson." She said in a dull voice. "I presume you are here about the Spartan III project?" "Yes ma'am, I understand Section 1 personnel aren't usually permitted to work on a Section 2 Project, let alone know of its existence." The woman frowned and passed him a pile of forms.
I have read and understand the terms of..., is subject to 5 years in prison and up to... the forms dragged on as James reluctantly signed each of them.
Finally, after half an hour of continuous form signing James reached the bottom of the pile and passed them to the Section 2 Agent.
The woman hastily stamped each of the forms and put them in a filing cabinet.
"Mr. Ackerson, you a hereby now a member of the Beta 5 Division ONI section 2." The woman continued. "You new office is just down the corridor on the left, Room 17, you may go there now."
James stood up and left the room. He increased his pace down the corridor as he looked for Room 17 until he reached his destination.
James opened the door to Room 17. The door creaked as it swang open revealing one mess of a room. Used tissues and candy wrappers lined the skirting boards. A rather plump man sat at the rooms' only desk, eating a hamburger. "Who are you." He screeched. "Um... James," "Ensign James Ackerson Jr. right." The man interrupted rudely. "Yes, son of Colonel James Ackerson." The man paused for a moment and began talking again. "I'm Greg." He said, his mouth full with the contents of his fatty looking burger.
"Nice to meet you Greg... I mean Sir." James said in his Australian accent noticing the Lieutenants insignia. James was surprised the Lieutenant hadn't addressed him more formally, something James was used to when talking to high ranking officers back in Section 1.
"You can start by sorting out those files in the cabinet in the corner. A-Z please." The Lieutenant demanded. James quickly adjusted his stumpy gait and walked over to the cabinet. James slid a drawer open to find an unorganised mess of files with their tabs inwards and in no particular order.
James began to take all the documents and files out of the cabinet and put them on the table nearby while "Greg" continued eating his hamburger.
Several hours later James had finally sorted and cleaned out the cabinet and was then given an even more difficult task. To pick up all the rubbish on the floor of the office.
James did so very reluctantly as the Lieutenant continued to laze around.
As he was cleaning the floor James noticed a sign near the door of the room listing the Section 2 personnel who worked in the room. Lt. Greg Cousins Followed by blanked out names and ranks. Honestly, James wasn't surprised at all. He had worked with some scary people before, but "Greg" was by far the worst of the bunch that he had encountered.
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Spartan Tim G-094, ran through the thick undergrowth. He looked down the scope on his MA5K carbine scanning for insurgents. Damn insurgents, taking the end of the war as an opportunity to wreck havoc. Tim continued to run until he reached the top of a rocky outcrop. There they were, about two dozen insurgents all with either M392 or MA37 rifles, probably taken from the militia they had killed. Tim signalled for his partner Spartan G-123 to move up. As he did, Tim prepared to be seen. Sure enough two rounds from a MA3 flew right by his head. Tim returned fired with ease, dropping at least three of them in his first burst. As soon G-123 was in range, she fired dropping another two. "Command, this is Sierra G-094 hostiles spotted requesting danger close fire support at our location, over."
"Rodger Sierra G-094, Skyhawks will be there in 1 mike. Command out." Tim retreated to behind the outcrop where he loaded another 24 round magazine and cocked his rifle. Seconds later he appeared from behind cover and fired again, Spartan G-123 following in quick succession.
Tim heard the screech of the Skyhawks engines as they fired two ASGM-10 missiles at the scattering insurgents.
The missiles hit, and Tim was left winded by the huge blast.
"Sierra G-094, this is command, we have mopped up all remaining insurgents and are sending out Falcon extraction to anyone still in the field over."
"Rodger that command, thanks for the assist. Sierra G-094 out."
[Edited on 04.22.2010 2:50 PM PDT]