Black Spartans

Family's A Funny Thing

Mark finally reached the shutdown base, watching every corner as he passed the buildings that used to train soldiers, the worst part about it all... the names were after his soldiers, his Spartans. Mark sighed, walking through the overgrown paths, towards the entrance to the underground.

Before Mark reached the door, he stopped and tunned his comms to local frequencies. "Alright Shadow, you wanted me out here, now what?" He asked.

There was a long silence before the comm finally lit up once more. "I want you to prove to me, that you are still my commander." A single sentence, nothing more, and the comm was silent once more. 

"I can do that." Mark said, pulling open the heavy door, and walking into the darkness. 

Marks night vision would kick on soon enough, giving him the ability to see more clearly. He followed his knowledge down to the holding cells and came to the largest one. 

"YIN!" Mark yelled, running up to the chained Spartan. 

"727? Is that really you?" Yin asked. 

"Easy brother, it's me, come on, let's get you out of here." Mark said, reaching back to grab his rifle, he would shoot the chains. But he found his rifle was not there. 

"You are predictable as ever, Mark Church." A laugh came to Marks ears, Mark let go of Yin's chained hand and turned as fast as lighting, connecting with Shadow's jaw. 

"Predict that you traitorous bastard!" Mark growled, cracking his knuckles as he moved towards Shadow. 

"Ghost, you cant possibly think I would come without a way to beat you do you?" Shadow asked, fixing his jaw, and sending a sadistic smile towards Mark. 

"Mark! Shutdown your armor! Now!" Yin yelled, Mark heard the buzz around him. 

"Armor shutdown!" Mark commanded, his armor seeped back into the bracelet, and he turned and dodged away from Shadow's fist. 

"Without your armor, you have a flaw, your mortal, touchable. Kickable." Shadow said, wrapping a leg around Marks leg and pulling him to the floor. The impact knocked Marks breath out, and he was almost to late to roll out of the way of Shadow's punch. 

Mark grabbed Shadow's outstretched arm, and pulled it towards him, Shadow stumbled, and Mark took that advantage, pulling himself to his feet and chocking Shadow with one hand. Shadow fought back, trying to grab at Mark's throat. But the spartan forgot one thing, he left his legs wide open. Mark swiped his legs out from under him and sent Shadow to the ground, the force knocked Shadow into the ground a good three inches, and by the time he realized what was happening next, Mark had already shattered his visor, pieces of glass stung his skin near the broken visor, Shadow closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Mark had pulled the Visor off his armor, and thrown it to the side. Shadow wondered why Mark didnt strike again, when the earth around them shook, and everything went dark, the emergency lights went out, and then more shakes, as if the ground was being hammered by something. Mark looked up,  confused. Then he got off Shadow's chest and ran to his rifles, and shot the chains holding up Yin. Mark saw out of the corner of his eye that Shadow had gotten back up, but to his surprise, he simply backed out of the room and away.

"Did you beat him sir?" Yin asked. 

"I think so Yin, come on, let's get you out of here." Mark said, tossing Yin over his shoulder. 

"Whatever you do Mark, don't activate your armor." Yin laughed, Mark laughed too, hearing the constant buzzing around him told him all he needed to know, the armor burners Shadow was going to use were still active. 

Mark carried Yin out of the room, and came face to face with a collapsed wall, it blocked the path he had come from. "There's another way out, the southern exit." Yin said, seeing the blocked path.