HaloCell

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*******Don't think about timelines or storylines. I'm only using the characters and their charming ways, to play with the idea. I say this because i already have someone complain that neither of them were in the same time. Master Chief being all in the future and all. way in the future. I mean really, fan fiction is supposed to break certain rules. Time and space being just a few. I place the characters anywhere i want, AND now they are in a parallel world of my choice. Thank you.******

HaloCell……


His name is Sam Fisher……and he is a spy.


He entered the room through an open window, and landed as quietly as he could.
“Normal people use doors………I’m not normal and neither is my job” - he thought to himself and smiled. A quick look around, and he knew every possible hiding place in case the lights came on. He was a spy and darn good one at that, so every move he did was carefully thought-out first, like walking across the room without making any noise. It was all technique and practice, although the shoes helped too. He finally found his objective, standing in darkened doorway. Seven feet tall, wearing a state-of-the-art armor, called MJOLNIR Mark VI. He quickly reviewed his Opsat for info on the armor, any weakness he could take advantage of, would help. Out of luck, no obvious external flaw, and on top that the guy weighted nearly 1000 pounds. Sam had to think about this carefully, the man was like a human tank, armed to his teeth and physically enhanced. “What a fucked up assignment Lambert!” he thought to himself. And he, well he wore a light Kevlar suit that offered certain protection against bullets and harsh climatic changes, like rain and cold. He could dodge a punch easily, but if it landed it was hell for him, especially one from this guy. Looking closely he saw a spark shoot off from the Spartan’s left shoulder. Finally, he had something to work with. The normal choke and hold for interrogation wouldn’t work on this guy. So he would drain the armor from its power thru that damaged spot. He would use his new nifty little toy called a Zapper; it had been specifically made for that type of armor. The trick was you needed an open circuit to use. He took his little zapper in one hand and went into a low crouch; he walked in a crouch slowly trying not make any noise, until he reached the Spartan. He was crouching right behind him. This guy was huge and massive, he felt a knot in his stomach but he had to go on. He stood up to reach the damaged shoulder in the armor, oddly he notice that for a soldier he sure wore some nice after shave, Armani? Yeah, it had been a long time since he wore aftershave, it didn’t suit his job, and he missed it.
He was about to place the zapper, when the Spartan turned around and caught his hand in his. In a split second he thought about fighting back and reconsidered, a simple pull and from the Spartan and he would lose and arm. The soldier squeezed Fisher’s wrist until the zapper fell to the floor, Fisher let out a groan of pain. The Spartan released his arm, and he fell to the floor. “Fuck this” he thought, after all he had been discovered, he had to pull out as quick as possible. Mainly to prevent capture, but on a more personal note, to save his damn life. As soon as he hit the floor he stood up, swerved and ran. Wrong move. The Spartan quickly stretched out his arm and caught his throat, and threw him over his head to the side, where he hit a wall. He smacked straight into the wall and the fell about ten feet hitting the floor with a loud thud. He was dizzy and his back and sides were hurting, so he didn’t made any attempt to get up. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw the Spartan walking towards him, gun in hand, he had a slow walk and nodded twice, then he walked faster. It was obvious; the Spartan had already been told what to do with him.
“Get up, for fuck sake get up!” he thought to himself, more angry than anything because his body wasn’t responding. He forced his numb body to one knee and took out his SC-20K, only to find that he couldn’t even aim right, his vision was blurry and his arms ached of pain. The Spartan took the gun’s by it muzzle, and pushed it backwards hitting Fisher with the gun’s butt. He threw it aside, caught Fisher by the neck once more, and lifted him up a good couple feet from the ground. The spy clung to the Spartan’s outstretched arm, his hands trying to loosen the tight grip on his neck. “ Armani……….what a fucking joke!” was his last thought, as he was quickly rendered unconscious by the man’s harsh squeeze on his neck. The Spartan threw the unconscious man on the floor.
“ What will you do with him?” - asked the curious Cortana.
“ Just what I’ve been told” - was the Spartan’s cold answer.
“ Somehow, I know you won’t” - She said with rather sarcastic tone, that bothered the Spartan, who let out a growl.