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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!
They made the trip in no time, and the building was just as Dominique described, small and abandoned. Before Reach had sufficient satellite communications, stations like these filled the gaps, but they had been out of service for decades. Ever since he had met Matthias, Simmons had made it his business to learn as much history as possible about a place, and it had already saved his life twice. It was highly unlikely they would find anything worthwhile, but what choice did they have?
Two fingers held up, one finger to his lip, a rolling motion, and a movement like breaking a twig were all Simmons needed to communicate his desires to his men. Simmons and Dominique went first, as quietly as possible. They then kicked open the door as Puller and O’Donnell covered there backs. Dominique threw in a flash bang grenade, and as the smoke cleared, they all rushed the room, searching for targets.
There was only one target, and he so shocked the Marines that they slowly lowered their weapons and their jaws. A Navy Chief Petty Officer sat in a revolving chair, the smoke of his rather large cigar blending with the smoke of the flash bang. Simmons instantly recognized this man.
“Chief Petty Officer Mendez?” Simmons blurted.