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A Freelance story by Kevin Gregory
This is purely fan based
If you don't like it, don't hate
I have tried to keep this novel as accurate to the halo universe as possible
The setting
This story starts in the near future
2015
Comments or questions?
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THIS STORY CONTAINS MILD LANGUAGE
Look, i just want to say that i, truly, have never read anyone else's story until a few days ago. so any names and likeness to another story is completely coincidental. also if you see a mistake, spelling, wrong word, just post or email me. no flaming PLZ!!! the world would be also better without it.
P.S. i have noticed that there is another story out already with a similar name as mine. honestly i couldn't think of another name so if you think of one, post or email.
ENJOY.
the first chapter has nothing to do with the Halo universe so just bear with me, it is just laying a background.
CHAPTER #1 The Beginning of Change
PART #1 High Hopes and Hurt
Home, I had almost forgotten what it was like. I haven't seen it in almost four years. I'm sure a lot has changed since I joined the Marines in 2012. I remembered the day I stepped in to the recruitment office, that old man behind the desk raised his eyebrow and said. "Boy, I can tell just by looking at you, you'll be one of the best to walk through that door in years."
I was always better than most kids at high school. I was faster, stronger, and I had been noted for my quick thinking. I was on the football team, a linebacker. I could easily tackle any one. I grew up on a farm spent my whole life working.
These are some of my greatest memories. I had too much on my mind. I was on my way home. I only had a few things I was taking back: myself, a uniform, and a slightly modified semi auto SPAS12 gauge. I'll never forget the Nightmare behind that.
It was about a year ago in Afghanistan. I was riding with a convoy of about 30 vehicles, mostly Humvees. We were on our way to the airbase about 55 miles from the barracks. We were escorting some important field Intel. Along with three trucks filled with explosives. We were starting to drive through a village, when an RPG came down from the roof tops, blowing up the two Humvees ahead of mine. I was the first out of the truck. I shouldered my FAMAS and hit the guy with the RPG with a well-placed three round burst. Through a gut retching seven minute firefight, there was 15 of the 40 that were traveling with the convoy.
There was this kid, fresh out of boot camp. His name was Nicoli Garstrov. His father was Russian, his mother British. He had a wife and a baby on the way. I had only met him two weeks earlier, but we had become best friends. I he had a strange saying about luck "If you find a shotgun shell on the ground and its empty, it is worthless. But if full it could save your life someday". He had a back pack full of shotgun shells. He always carried that and a SPAS12.
He and I were stuck behind a cement wall. I was looking everywhere, for any options. I found that across the street. A staircase leading up to the roof tops. We need to get to the roof, it would provide cover and the advantage we needed. I informed Nick of this plan, gave a 1, 2, 3, and we dashed across the street.
What happened next I didn't expect: A little down the street there was a Humvee, one of our guys was use for cover, was hit by an RPG. It was thrown into the air. It was hurtling towards us. We saw this at the same time. I managed to leap behind a wall, Nick tried but wasn't fast enough. I watch in horror as one ton of steel landed on my friend. I climbed over the four foot wall. He was still alive, but the truck had crushed his legs. He was bleeding fast and was going to die unless I did something quick. I went to the front of the truck and shot the windows out. I reached in and grabbed the radio. As soon as I started to talk I was interrupted by minigun fire. I looked up to see five Blackhawks and seven Apache Longbows flying overhead. Four of the black hawks dropped ropes. Soldiers in black combat suits with the novelty British flag stitched on the arms. They had sent the SAS behind us. One Blackhawk was descending to meet us. I raced back to Nick he had managed to pull of his SPAS12. He handed he his gun and weakly said. "I don't care what happens to me. This is my gift to you, use it well." I turned to see the Blackhawk touch down. I turned to tell Nick that he would be okay, but I was stopped by the cold dead eyes of my friend. He didn't have to die. If I would have acted sooner he might still be here today.
I was awaken by a friendly slap on the arm. I look over to see a familiar face, Mike Brook. He looked at me with a warm, touching smile and said "Wake up Don. It's time to get up and get ready school." I stared at him blankly and replied "congratulations Mike, you have won the caretaker. Mike I'm a 21 year old former Marine, I can honestly take care of myself!" he laughed as I gave him the finger. He folded his hands and leaned back "That's what I'm here for." He replied smartly.
Mike has my friend since we were both five. Him and I have been through a lot together, school, boot camp advanced training. Mike signed up for the Marines a half an hour after I did. He also managed to somehow squeeze into advanced training with me. Once in advanced training I saw why he got in, he was an excellent sniper. He could get a bull's-eye at 500 yards without using a scope or iron sights. We both got pretty good at everything. We made a perfect team.
One day we were escorted into a room where a man in a black suit was sitting. He told us to sit down. He looked at me and said "Donny Caster and Michael Brook. I've heard about how skilled you two are. You both are both very devoted, hard pressed Marines. Dan you excel at hand to hand combat. As a matter of fact you knocked the staff sergeant out on the first day because he was singling out Mike. You're very skilled with handguns, assault rifles, and shotguns. Mike you're probably the best marksman I've ever met. You bulls eyed a target a mile away on you first shot with the M82."
He paused, leaning back in his chair "I'm going to give you to an offer that the best only get to hear of." He then started to describe a new task force that consisted of the British S.A.S, the Army Rangers, Navy Seals, and BlackOps. This task force went by the name SKYLARK. After half an hour of talking he leaned forward and asked "So, you two in?"
The long flight home ended after it landed in Papago Army Airfield, Phoenix, Arizona. Mike and I got our stuff and left the base. When we got out of the base, I was given a package from a delivery man. Inside of the package there was a set of keys labeled "Super Snake" and a note "dear son, the loan came through on the Shelby. She's all yours. ~Joe Caster.
P.S. Drive responsibly that's a 65,000 dollar car."
I told Mike to stay put and I walked up the street to the parking garage. I asked the guard if there were any cars stored in my name. He turned to his computer. He typed something then turned around and asked "Now how do a kid like you get a car like that?" I smiled and gave him the keys, he left.
I waited a few minutes. Then the gate opened and a beautiful 2007 Shelby GT500KR rolled out. The guard stepped out, gave me the keys, and walked back to the booth. I thanked him and put my bag in the trunk. I walked up the side of the car, I stopped to admire the shiny black metallic paint and how well the orange racing stripes looked. I got in. I waited a minute before starting the car. I looked at everything. I put the key in the ignition and started the car. The engine came to life, it purred like a kitten. I put the car in gear and took off.
I drove back to the airbase to pick up Mike. He was leaning on a wall. I pulled up. He looked up at the car. He couldn't tell who it was because of the window tint. I got out and smiled. He looked shocked. I grabbed his bags. I got back in looked over to see Mike still standing there, just staring. I rolled down the window, "Are you going to get in or stand there and drool on yourself!" I blurted out. e snapped his attention to me, jumped in and said "My momma always said, you came tell a lot about someone by looking at their car" doing his best Forrest Gump impersonation. I looked over smiled and peeled off down the road.
We had been on the road for seven hours. It was 9:30PM, and it was almost pitch black out. I was driving down a highway and there were no other cars on the road. Mike then said "Hey, there's no one out here. You should see how fast she goes!" without any hesitation said "No!"
He begged for five minutes strait. At first I hesitated, but after four minutes it started to sound like a good idea. I pushed the pedal all the way to the floor, the engine roared in agreement.
Even going 75 mph wasn't enough to keep the wheels from spinning. The backend slid to the right. Once we hit 100 it smoothed out as the tires got a hold of the pavement. A few seconds later we were going 167 and Mike was laughing at my attempts not to smile.
That all stopped when an illuminating yellow haze started to rise around the car. Rings started rising from the haze. There was a zap sound as the car was plunged into total darkness.
i will have the next part up soon
[Edited on 09.27.2010 1:46 PM PDT]