HaloCell

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HaloCell 3: Home? Yeah right!

He searched his pockets looking for the keys to the house, his hands finally found them. Car keys, house keys, and keys he didn’t even remembered what they were for, all in the same keychain. He caught a whiff of something very familiar, and quickly turned around realizing it was nothing. The keys had fallen from his hands and lay on the step in front of the door. He’d been jumpy for a long time now, and it always made him mad.
“What are you doing here?” said Sarah thru the open door “I was on my way to pick you up!”
“Well there you go! I’ve just saved you gas and time!” he said with smile on his face.
“Seriously, you shouldn’t have! You’re lucky you’re alive after a car accident” she looked worried.
“Sarah, when I’m dead you can drive to the cemetery! How bout that!?” he laughed and went inside.
“You have a sick and evil sense of humor” she said while still standing on the door. She picked up the keys and noticed how many he had, too many for a salesman.
“Car accident…….good one Lambert. Better leave it at that … for the rest of my life” he thought to himself as he took his shirt off.
Sarah loved to have him home for once. She’d rarely get to see him anymore, between her studies and his sales job that took him all around the world, it was hard. She wanted to talk to him, about anything; it didn’t matter, so she went into the bed room. As usual he didn’t turn the light on, but she could see his strong figure silhouetted against the light that came from the window. She ran up behind him and hugged him tight, squeezing every inch of the man she’d almost lost. He groaned and shifted in her arms, as his hands touched hers.
“I’m sorry did I hurt you?” she asked him while she turned on the light.
“Don’t worry” he whispered.
“Jesus, dad!” she screamed when she saw the bruises on his back and shoulder. “Did u get all these in that accident?”
“They’ll heal, don’t worry” he smiled at her again, and sad down on the bed.
“Stop it!” she yelled in anger “Stop saying not to worry, it’ll be ok, I hate it when you do that!” Tears ran down her face, as she looked at him.
He took her by the waist and sat her down on his knee. She curled up like a little caterpillar on his lap and hugged him, softly. He didn’t said anything for a long time, he couldn’t tell her what was going thru his mind, he couldn’t tell anyone at all, so it was like a painful dagger stuck in his chest. It was better for her if she remained oblivious to his pain. She was the kind of daughter that when she’d see him sick or in some sort of pain, she’d get sick too. She’d get head splitting migraines, and chest pains out of nowhere because of the stress. Sarah was very still listening to his heartbeat, and feeling the even rise and drop of his chest as he breathed. It was just like when she was little, and he would suddenly drop by to visit after disappearing for months. She had always cherished those moments.
The phone rang, and she heard him swear. She stood up and went to get the phone, but before she got to it, it stopped ringing. It had ringed twice, so he knew Lambert wanted to see him. Not that he wanted to see him.
“I’ll be back later Sarah” he said as he headed out the door. She had no time to reply. He was gone, once more.

Fisher walked towards the usual meeting spot, an outdoor café. Before he could sit down, a woman approached him. She was tall and slender and had curves like a goddess. She stood in front of him, slightly taller, because of her high heels, looking like something out of teenage boy’s dreams. She took his hand and wrote something in his palm with a black pen, and he didn’t draw back, he stayed catching the obvious hint. She was a spy, same organization, but a different type. She was the type that didn’t need to resort to violence, seduction and manipulation was her game. As mysteriously as she came she left, long smooth black hair trailing behind her, as she walked away rather sensually.

“Meet at Northington Plaza, between heaven and hell

Lambert”

He wasn’t in the mood for this, but he had to. Northington Plaza was only a few blocks away, so he decided to walk. Heaven and Hell. He found it pretty quickly. How clever, Heaven was a donut shop called Angel’s Delight, and hell was a Goth clothing store, and Lambert sat outside of a similar outdoor café, sipping tea and reading the paper like a normal and boring old-timer back from work.
“Well “said Fisher, after he sat opposite to Lambert, crossing his arms across his chest.
“We found out why the Spartan was there” said Lambert, still reading the paper.
“You found out. Without me?” said Fisher
“You are not our only asset, Sam” Lambert, turned the page and went on “Anyways, it seems there’s something going on that we didn’t knew about”
“What a surprise” said Fisher with obvious sarcasm in his voice. Lambert ignored him.
“Remember the Graves?” asked Lambert.
“ Of course, they are all gone” answered Fisher.
“ Well it seems the Spartan, was sent there with a couple of his friends to eliminate something like it” Lambert was quiet for a while, as he turned page from page. “ not a Grave though, something else”
“ Let me guess you want me to find out what it is?” asked Fisher, with a smirk on his face.
“ Well then get to work” said Lambert. He stood up, rolled his newspaper and placed it under his arm. “ I’ll have Grim call you and take care of the fine details”
Lambert turned to walk away, and stopped as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t, instead he walked away slowly across the plaza. “ I’m sorry Fisher! Can’t even say that can you?” He figured that’s what Lambert should have said, but didn’t. He knew he was hating Lambert for something he didn’t have any control over, but he couldn’t help it.

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Five hours after his oh-so-interesting talk with Lambert, and he was already in the middle of some god forsaken jungle, staring at some base. He really needed some serious rest, his back hurt and his shoulder was bitching at him. Suddenly, he saw movement, the guards left and didn’t return, later gunshots could be heard and a couple of explosions. Fisher didn’t knew if he should continue or turn back, so he called Grim. Usually, he would call Lambert, but now he didn’t felt like it.
“ Something’s going on………… what do you want me to do?” asked Fisher.
“ Finish your mission as planned Sam, that’s all” answered Grim.
Thus, he went to do what could probably get him killed. He approached the base cautiously, switching between night vision and thermal goggles, in order to spot land mines or anyone in the darkness. He climbed the wall of the base with dexterity, and walked on top of it until he reached a secure enough place to land inside the base. Everything was quiet now, the fighting seemed to have moved to the nearby forest. Using his map he quickly found the closest terminal he could hack, and let Grimm extract the necessary info into his Opsat. While he waited for her to finish, he sat back and surveyed the surroundings. There wasn’t anything worst than getting seen at that moment, except getting shot and dying of course. All of a sudden, he felt light footsteps approaching, as if someone wanted sneak up on him. Thankfully Grimm was done by then, so he carefully retracted the connection cable, and slowly moved behind a desk. He looked around again, this time using the settings in his night vision goggles, and then the thermal, but nothing was showing up. He was sure he heard something, and there it was again. Not being able to see was killing him, and he couldn’t move or he could be seen by the enemy.
A couple of shots grazed past his ear, one broke the side of his goggles and these fell heavily on the floor making a loud thump. He had no idea where those rounds had come from, but he had been seen for sure, and now he couldn’t see shit in the darkness. Fisher decided to make a run for a door that lead to another lighted room, cursing himself he ran off as fast as he could. Before he could even reach the door, a bullet shot grazed past his head and another past his waist tearing the belt apart. The proximity of the shots to his body made him stop to a halt, breathing heavily he turned around to face his attacker. A lone tall and strong figure stood far away, the only clearly visible thing was a high powered rifle. With such a gun that person couldn’t have missed four times, unless those were warning shots, and if so, they had been horribly close. Once again he heard the footsteps, coming closer to him. Fisher took out his SC-20K and aimed it at whatever was coming from that direction. Suddenly, he heard various loud shots and the far away silhouette stumbled on its feet for a while. Then he felt two strong hands grab him by the vest and harshly lift him from the ground.
He coughed as his chest landed on something very hard, which was moving really fast. It was a Spartan, who had thrown Fisher across his shoulders, one had on his butt and the other held him by the shoulders. The Spartan ran with him this way until they were outside, he crossed the wall with a single giant jump over it, and landed heavily on the soft ground. Fisher felt air leave his lungs, as the Spartan landed and his chest was once again pressed hard on the man’s back. He lifted himself, trying to put some distance between the metal suit and his chest, and quickly grabbed his rifle again. He saw in the distance two enormous men running behind them. Fisher aimed and fired a couple of rounds to their heads, which hit them but didn’t stop them at all.
“ Don’t bother!” yelled the Spartan “ If you’re gonna shoot something , shoot the landmines before them!”
Fisher didn’t questioned it and in a second he let off half a clip on the ground, setting off the mines. The Spartan ran faster, as the landmines started exploding and throwing dirt everywhere. After a while he stopped to look behind. They both saw the two men come out of the explosion, still running at steady pace behind them. The Spartan resumed his fast paced run with Sam at his shoulders.
“ What are they?” asked Sam.
“ Romans, the newest version of super soldiers. Made to replace the current Spartan.” answered Cortana, from the suit.
“ Its you!!” Sam was surprised to see her, this couldn’t be the same Spartan. Right?
“ Just like Spartan’s replaced the Graves, because they were better, more capable soldiers, the Romans are now doing the same.” continued Cortana “ Except we decided to strike first, and stop the production dead on its tracks”
“ Well, did you do it?” asked Sam.
“ No, you did” answered Cortana
“ What? How?” asked Fisher in disbelieve.
“ By taking a copy of their information” said the Spartan “ they didn’t intended for this to get out to the government, because they plan to topple the government with their brand new Graves.”
“ How are they going to that?” asked Sam, hoping they had an answer.
“ We don’t know, yet. But you have put an unexpected kink in their plans.” said the Spartan.
“ So now its our responsibility that you survive and take such info to your people Sam” said Cortana.
Fisher didn’t even want to know how she knew his name. He knew he had to deliver the data, Grimm had only helped him locate where it was on the server. He also knew there was no way in hell he could run as fast as the Spartan, or even pretend to fight those things. Yet again, another adversary he couldn’t measure up to, sort of made him feel useless.