Spartan IV

Deja Vu

*THREE WEEKS LATER*

The Marine hobbled into the Spartan's barracks on crutches. The Spartan teams looked up at him. The Marine nervously looked around. He saw Russ and his team and smiled. Jenny waved him over.
"Landon, over here."
The Marine sat next to Russ, who's arm had fully healed with the Spartan advancements.
"Hey guys. I have HUGE news. Are you guys ready?"
"Landon, c'mon what is it?"
The Marine smiled widely, showing off his brilliantly white teeth.
"I've been offered a position in the Spartan program. And I was wondering if I could join your team?"
Russ flung his arm around the soldier.
"Of course. You're family too. You're welcome here friend. You saved our lives. We'd be honored." The Marine smiled, speechless. A red alarm light flashed, signaling a Spartan team was needed.
"Black Team. Report to Admiral Lasky's quarters immediately."
"Duty calls, brother. Congratulations on getting in."
Russ patted his shoulder and sprinted to the Admiral's quarters.
"Spartans, we have a problem." Lasky pulled up a holographic blueprint of Alladin. "Alladin is now your combat AI. However, when you were hit by the Hunter, he went offline. And you'll need him for the next mission, so our best techs are working on him around the clock. Your mission: rebels have captured a base. They've killed EVERYONE inside. Nearly 400 strong. Your mission is to retake it or blow it to Hell and back. You'll need to do it without Landon, however. His injury still prevents him from doing much. Now, you-..." Alarms went off all over the ship, stopping the Admiral mid-sentence.
"Covenant fighters inbound. Drop pods inbound. Boarding imminent. Brace for impact."
The ship rocked as thirty drop pods punctured the Hull.
"Well, Spartans. Gear up." He walked away muttering. "Second damn time. Stupid Covenant freaks."

TO BE CONTINUED