We all know the Halo Trilogy, and we've just been introduced to the Forerunner Trilogy, but how much of the old world, the not so distant future, are we familiar with? With this new story, I'll hopefully take you through a journey into the stars.
Prologue: New World Order.
Planet Earth
July 4th, 2163
Kabul, Afghanistan.
The desert streets of the desolate shell of what once was a great city frolicked with people. Two men in shades sat at an outdoors diner, feasting themselves with some curry and naan. Peering around, the larger of the two gentlemen tapped his temple, making contact with the beam that held the glasses on his head.
"Weather's picking up, this shit is never easy, is it?" He grinned, as his friend lifted his head from the curry.
"Never is." The guy chuckled, taking another dip of naan into the curry. "Eating this stuff is bonus points, my colon will hate me for this."
"Just keep cool. Your target is a teenager, he'll be entering the Bazaar at any time, you two need to focus and take him alive. His father is getting paranoid, and if we don't get his son, we sure as hell don't get him. So no fuck ups, you hearing me Douglas?!"
"Yeah, I hear you." The larger gentleman scoffed, as his partner chuckled softly.
"Same goes for you Martel."
"Bein' a secret soldier ain't as much fun as it used to be." Martel scoffed. "Christ Morgan, eat something! Otherwise they'll think you're looking for someone!"
"Cool it Alex, you're drawing attention." Morgan's eyes peered around. "It's as Lindsay said, there is no room for fucking this operation up."
"You Douglas' are stoic mother fuckers, you know that?" Alex scoffed.
"As you Martel's are obnoxious and energetic." Morgan grinned. "But that's why we get along so well."
"Damn straight." Alex cleared his throat. "Damn this stuff is spicy, you could brave this stuff."
"Us Douglas' also hate spicy foods, unless you were my great-great-Uncle Kyle. Mother fucker had a cast-iron stomach."
"Only man I had the pleasure of meeting in your family was the man you were named after." Alex replied. "Always had a way of making people feel good, and he was a good friend of my great-great-Grandfather Ian."
"Hold on a second there." Morgan's eyes glanced out into the crowd, as his shades tried to match the face of the person he was looking at. After a quick moment, he verified the target.
"That's our guy, let's move." Morgan looked down at the currency in his hand, placing just enough for a tip as well, before standing.
Alex finished one last spoonful, before joining Morgan in the walk through the town. The two carefully nudged their way past the civilians, as they drew ever nearer. Peering over his shoulder, Morgan and Alex turned to face a nearby kiosk, where the vender sold Kumquats. Shaking his head, Morgan turned back to the target, allowing the subject to get a fair distance away.
Alex attempted to keep up, as Morgan cautiously advanced towards the target, who turned into an alternate alleyway. Morgan groaned in annoyance as they turned the corner. However, the target was no-where in sight.
"God damn it." Alex growled, stepping forward.
Before Morgan could reach out a hand, an arm wrapped around his partner's throat, a barrel held to his temple.
"Aşağı! Aşağı Amerikan köpek gibi sen!!"
Down! Down like the American dog you are!!"
Whistling, a rather big gentleman approached Morgan.
"Silahlarını el koyun!"
Confiscate his weapons!
'Not today, you spoiled brat!' Morgan growled in his mind.
"Baba en memnun olacaktır. O Morgan Douglas, size hakkında çok duymuştur. O kişisel idam görmek isteyecektir."
Father will be most pleased. He has heard much about you, Morgan Douglas. He will wish to see you executed personally.
"Yeni hükümet, Birleşmiş Milletler Uzay Komutanlığı, sen başarısız oldu. Biz Mister Douglas, tüm biliyorum. Bizim en iyi analistler hayatınızı çevreleyen siyah mürekkep çoğu ortaya çıkardı."
Your new government, the United Nations Space Command, has failed you. We know all about you, Mister Douglas. Our top analysts have uncovered most of the black ink surrounding your life.
While the kid continued to talk, he drew nearer and nearer to Morgan, Alex winking to him. Sure enough, the large man was behind Morgan, preparing to take him hostage. Alex whipped his head back, as Morgan unsheathed the combat knife hidden in his pant's leg, thrusting it back into the big man's leg.
As his opposition fell to the ground, Morgan brought a strong elbow up and into the man's nose, breaking it. Within seconds, Morgan placed a knee of his assailant's spine, wrapping his massive hands around the foe's chin and the back of his head, jerking from left to right in a single fluid motion, the man's neck snapping instantly. Relieving his pistol from the dead man's grasp, Alex had already subdued the subject.
"We'll get shit from Lindsay for this one." Alex grimaced, as he continued to hand-cuff the teenager.
"Yeah, but that's the least of our problems." Morgan shook his head, thrusting his fist into the nearby brick wall. "These assholes know everything about us! What about Angela!? I can't protect her now!"
"You can, especially after the poor excuse for a routine bag and tag job you two did today!" General Ramsey, their CO, spat in his usual British accent.
"You guys might not like this, but you are off of the grid. We're removing you from the company. But at the same time, you guys'll have some fresh new lives. I'll explain more when you come back to HQ." Lindsay spoke calmly, almost soothingly.
"Well shit." Morgan growled, as the two of them turned with their prize, to the nearest available car. They had an LZ to get to.
Kind of short, but you'll soon see how this relates to certain characters that you are familiar with very soon.
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