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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
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0800 Hours, September 9, 2525(Military Calendar)
/Epsilon Eridani System, planet Reach
UNSC Priority Transmission
076452B-74
Encryption Code: Blue
Public Key: file/access Delta
From: Spartan 104 Personal Data Pad
To: Captain Mathew Simmons
Subject: Help
Classification: Open
/Start File/
Captain, we need your help. Since our augmentation, CPO Mendez has been shuffling us around more training grounds then any of us cares to remember. Tomorrow he’s dropping us in the Titanium mines near your barracks. We need a lot of gear that we just can’t get on our own. We don’t like to admit it but occasionally we do need help. We had a team meeting and we decided you were our best bet. John says that if you do this we’ll call it even for that one time on Jericho VII. We need some black fatigues and face paint, plenty of rope, and anything else you can think of. Thanks in advance sir.
Fred
/Press Enter to Continue/
1200 Hours, September 10, 2525(Military Calendar)/
Epsilon Eridani System, Abandoned Titanium Mines, planet Reach
“Gear check.” Simmons whispered as they crouched outside the tunnel entrance.
“Rope, check.” Dominique had a huge quantity of rope wrapped around his body and most of it was thick enough to lift a good thousand kilograms.
“Fatigues, check.” O’Donnell was carrying three duffels full of black fatigues and Fiurah had some more with the rest of the gear he was carrying. Four was enough to carry everything Fred had asked for, especially since Dominique was carrying enough for two people, so Simmons had arranged for Lieutenant Puller to lead the company tonight. The new XO was a bit green, but he was very competent. A long run would keep everyone from noticing that Charlie Company was one CO, one Navy Corpsman, a First Sergeant, and a Sergeant short of a whole company.
The march into the tunnels took an hour and a half, and when they left, the gear was hidden quite cleverly. Simmons reminded himself to send Fred a message to tell him where the equipment was. Aside from the stuff requested, Simmons had managed to procure a radio, some flashlights, and a case of fifty candy bars from the PX. After all, Simmons had thought, they may never get a chance to be kids again.
By the time Charlie Company made it back to their barracks, their Captain was back in the lead and no one was the wiser, but the five who had been in on it all the time. In the short time that Lieutenant Simon Puller had been around, Simmons had begun to enjoy his command. The kid was from Luna, and the first time he saw Simmons he said some Navy teacher told him to say hi. It took Simmons a while to get it, but according to the look on his face, it remained a mystery to Puller. Apparently Keyes had had a change of venue in the time they had been apart. Good for him, Simmons thought.
The next day the radio that communicated with the one left in the caves periodically transmitted machine gun fire and brief words of thanks. Seemed CPO Mendez got more than he bargained for with that bunch. That was the last Simmons heard from the Spartans for quite a while.
[Edited on 5/2/2006]