Hi, my names Sentenashi.

[b]The Wedding.[/b] “And so, we are here today to bring this two people together. OC Girl, do you take GezaB to be your lawful wedded husband?” Halifax asked, clad in the purple/black robes of a Flood Land Priest. Colonel Corbec, perched on a tree some distance back, angled his SVD Dragunov Sniper Rifle. Hidden in the tree line that overlooked the wedding, he had a good position. The guests and some security were all in the Garden, which had been prepared for the occasion. That said, he couldn’t quite get an angle on Cortana5, but he could tell she was wearing a sweet short skirt. It was almost a shame to kill her. He drifted the barrel. Target lock, the back of Reanimation’s head. He drifted. Target lock, a security guard’s groin. He drifted. Target Lock, Halifax’s right eyeball. He didn’t make a shot, he only wanted to kill Cortana5. Muffin Man One was sitting on the back steps of the Wedding Reception. He was munching on a chocolate chip Muffin and crying into his glass of Whiskey when something hit him. Pyroshark tugged on the Garrotte as the squirming servant tried to break free. But before long, the struggles ceased, and Muffin Man lay still. Pyroshark dragged him away into the shadows. He relieved Muffin Man of his Muffin Inc. uniform and nametag saying: [i]Hi! My name’s Muffin Man One![/i] The perfect disguise. Pyroshark walked calmly into what seemed to be the Kitchen. “Muffin Man! Get on with it! The guests are going to be looking for their food!” Shouted a Chef, looking right at Pyroshark, but for some reason not seeing he wasn’t actually Muffin Man. Maybe it was the nametag, he thought. Pyroshark looked around and spotted a tray full of Muffins, sitting on a work surface, freshly baked. He went to the tray and carefully opened a small container he had hidden on his person. It was entitled: “Teh Mega Haxorz Dust.” As lethal as cyanide, he sprinkled some on one of the Muffins, being careful not to spill the poison everywhere. Pyroshark looked through an open doorway to the Wedding. OC Girl and GezaB had just reached: “You may now kiss the Bride.” He shook his head and picked up the tray, gingerly, he moved towards the cheering guests. Corbec cursed. He had just had a shot when everyone had stood up to clap and cheer for the happily married couple, but before he could decorate the garden with Cortana’s brain, someone had got in the way. He waited a little longer, the guests and the now married couple had congregated at another part of the garden. They either sat on benches or stood and talked. Servants moved amongst them. Grunt Farmer was going into a deep and complicated explanation of farming techniques, Mikethewarrior was being beaten up behind a corner, Ferret was telling a particularly loud joke and-there was Cortana5. He breathed out, and angled towards her head. No crosswind, account for the distance. One shot. Bam. Easy. Pyroshark walked towards where he had spotted Cortana5 last. She was sitting on a garden bench with GezaB and OC Girl, she seemed to be telling OC girl how nice her dress looked. “Your Highness. Would you like a Muffin?” He asked. “Certainly… Muffin Man One.” Said OC Girl, reaching over and taking a Muffin from the tray and reading his nametag. “I don’t know if that’s…” Pyroshark gasped as OC Girl took the poisoned Muffin and had a bite out of it. She gulped down the lethal snack, licking her lips. “Nice?” Asked GezaB. She didn’t reply. “Honey?” OC Girl made a choking noise, clutched her throat and rolled over onto GezaB. “Oh Hell, are you OK? Speak to me!” He pleaded to his writhing wife. She shook for one last time and lay still. “Nooooooooo!!!!1!” Geza cried, holding his dead lover close. Corbec had just got a shot in. “Sorry ma’am, just doing my job.” He said to himself and pulled the trigger-just as Halifax stepped in front of her. “Bloody Hell!” He spat. Pyroshark dropped the Muffins as Halifax dropped onto him. Slowly, he lowered him to the ground, grimly noting the bullet hole near his left armpit. He was already dead, and Pyroshark assumed the bullet had punctured the heart. Accompanied by the sound of GezaB’s wailing, a dozen of Cortana5’s bodyguards jumped in between The Queen and everyone else. “Step back!” One shouted at Pyroshark, kicking him for emphasis. Rubbing his bruised arm, Pyroshark staggered away. He went inside and leant against the Kitchen wall. All this misery. All this suffering. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t hard up for cash. He was a loyal member of The Flood, and he was suddenly ashamed for what he had tried to do. He got out his Mobile Phone and punched in: 01344 777 777. “Hello.” “It’s over. The Flood will never give in to you monsters. Cortana5 lives.” “You traitors! You and Corbec will bleed for this! Mark my words!” The Irate voice on the other end of the phone yelled, and cut off. Pyroshark threw the Phone to the ground and smashed it up with his foot. Corbec leapt down from his position. He went around the back of the tree he had crouched on and opened the zip on his equipment bag. With a speed only granted to those with years of experience, he disassembled his Dragunov Rifle and put the parts into his bag. He closed it up and slung it over his shoulder. No point in trying again here, the security was too alert. He ducked through bushes and jumped fallen logs until he reached the dirt track where his Glacier Blue Audi TT sat patiently. He opened the boot, dropped off his bag and closed the boot up. He went around to the right-hand side of his car and started up the 3.2 Litre Beauty. He roared away, no-one even knowing he was there.

Very nice. Me likee. I'm not in it. *Cries*

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] sentenashi Hi, my names Sentenashi.[/quote] Hello.

*claps* good despite the lack of ghostrider

Just you wait.

Wedding? *sniff* [b] I LOVE WEDDINGS [/b]

*claps* Lack of Deadlyambtions.

I'll include as many as possible, this isn't finsihed yet!

if i wasnt so damn lazy i would of read this but since i didnt read it i have one thing to say ur mom

The story rocks... << >> Whos the leader of the resistance against the ninjas? if it was in the previous 2 chapters I must of missed it. [Edited on 8/23/2006]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] CPO Fraser The story rocks... << >> Whos the leader of the resistance against the ninjas? if it was in the previous 2 chapters I must of missed it.[/quote] I'll include you too. But not BotheGrunt.

Where in the Halo was I?

I didn't know you. Sorry, but I'll try to get everyone I can into it.

ha ha i like the nametag part [i]Hi! My names muffin man one[/i] i'm not dead right? Just unconscious? *Krys*

Pyroshark strangled you with Fibre Wire. Sorry man, you're dead.

[b]The Plan.[/b] Corbec had driven for a long, long time. It had been sometime after midday when he had left, and by the time he reached his Penthouse on the coast of the Mediterbungian Sea, it was 10 o’ clock at night. Under the clear, sparkling night sky, he opened up the boot and retrieved his equipment bag. He closed up the car, and unlocked the front door. His house was deserted for miles around, the perfect place to be alone. He ditched his bag by the front door, and went to the fridge. As he rummaged around for a Beer, he turned on the radio. “I’m Ghost Rider JP reporting for the Channel Seven news. Today, an attempt was made on the newly crowned Cortana5’s life today. Though she survived, there were two fatalities. A man is being questioned in connection with the Murders. In other news, Colonel Corbec’s acclaimed new book, Spartan 3, has just breached the Five Million Copies sold margin today. Though only out for two days, it has become the most popular piece of Fiction in all of The Republic Of Flood Land.” Corbec laughed, and turned off the news. Beer in hand, he picked up the wad of letters that he received daily. Letters in hand, he went onto the balcony overlooking the Sea. He pulled up a chair and opened the bottle of fine, New Mombasan beer. He opened the first letter, it was the usual fan mail. “Dear Corbec, I have been a Fan of yours since I heard about you. Your stories are excellent and I would appreciate the chance to meet you. Please mail back. Signed with affection, Tiffany.” Corbec rattled the open letter. Something fell out. He picked up the item. It was a picture. “Wahey! That’s one for the calendar!” Corbec exclaimed, appreciating the image. He took a swig of the beer and set the first letter aside. He picked up another, noting The Septagonian Seal on the outside. He opened the letter: “The Ambassador of Septagonia invites you to a Ball at the Septagonian Embassy. We would appreciate your arrival, as you will be with other worthy people, for instance, the Flood Prince Johan Strauss. We will have alcohol on tap, with a range of foods to satisfy your hunger. The Ball will be on the 7th of August. Signed, Sven Severan, Septagonian Ambassador.” Corbec thought for a moment, but then the idea dawned on him like the sun rising over a field of wheat. What if he killed the entire Floodian Royal Family? Maybe, just maybe, he could kill the entire Royal Family and alter some records, he could change his entire heritage around and become the next in line for the Throne! Of course, he would have to deal with The Ninjas, but they wouldn’t be that much of an obstacle for him. He reached for his Beer and yelped when it shattered before him. He gathered himself and looked around. [i]Thunk.[/i] Someone was shooting at him. [i]Thunk.[/i] But that wasn’t the sound of gunfire. Something hit the wooden floorboards in front of him. Cautiously, he reached forward and retrieved it. It was an arrow, and on the arrowhead was inscribed: [b]Delta.[/b] Corbec shook his head and went back inside the house. In the Living room, he walked past the Wide Screen TV on the wall and went into the coat cupboard. He bent down and unlocked a case. He hefted a Heckler & Koch MP5 SD6 Sub Machine Gun. A silenced weapon, it would be invaluable in taking on his attacker. He took some spare clips of ammunition and a pair of Night Vision Goggles. The direction of the arrows had suggested that the shooter was to the left of the house, so he left via a side exit to the left of his abode. As he stepped into the darkness, he activated his Night Vision Goggles, throwing the world into a sickly green hue. “Say all that again for me.” Cortana5 demanded. Still dressed in the clothes that she wore to the tragically disrupted Wedding, although they were flecked with the blood of Halifax. “The Ninjas,” Pyroshark began, but was interrupted by the banging of thunder. “They hired me to kill you. It all just, went downhill.” Pyroshark explained. He had had a word with the Flood Queen at the Reception and had been arrested. Blindfolded, he had been taken to an interrogation room. Cortana5 paced around impatiently, demanding answers. “Then they must’ve sent in another assassin, someone killed Halifax with a Long-Range Rifle. Whoever did it was aiming for me. Who is the other Assassin?” Cortana demanded, leaning over and slamming the table in frustration. “Umm, excuse me but, you might want to…” Pyroshark blushed, looking away politely. Cortana looked down and then stood up straight. “Shut up, moron, and get your hormones in line. Who shot Halifax?” “I called them up on 01344 777 777 after the attempt. I said I couldn’t go through with it and they called me a traitor. They also mentioned Colonel Corbec.” “Corbec. The traitor. 777 777 is a fake number that they use. We can’t trace it. You’re facing two counts of Murder you know.” She spat. “I know, and I want to make up for that. Let me help find and stop Corbec and The… well. I heard that Johan Strauss is going to a Ball at the Septagonian Embassy, let me go and help protect him.” Pyroshark pleaded. “I can’t trust you.” She said. “Yes you can! Put me under heavy surveillance, whatever, I just want to make up to my Queen and Country.” Cortana5 stopped her pacing. “Fine. You’ll be going into the Septagonian Embassy. I want you to watch out for Corbec, protect Johan and behave yourself. I will have you watched like a Hawk.” She stated. “Thank you my Queen! Thank you! I will not fail you!” Pyroshark bowed in respect. “You better not.” Cortana5 mumbled as she walked out

little did he know that i didn't die but merely collapsed unconscious! *Krys*

Im supprissed that most of the stories invlove unknown member's.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] I R L R Im supprissed that most of the stories invlove unknown member's.[/quote] your just sad cause your not in it. Im a news reporter. This just in im so cool. Back to you Chuck!!

I posted second. :( Good story though. [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] GHOSTRIDERJP [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] I R L R Im supprissed that most of the stories invlove unknown member's.[/quote] your just sad cause your not in it. Im a news reporter. This just in im so cool. Back to you Chuck!![/quote] Actually he has a point. I post in The Flood five-million times a day and I don't know who the hell you are. -_- [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec Pyroshark strangled you with Fibre Wire. Sorry man, you're dead.[/quote] Owned. Lol. [Edited on 8/23/2006]

Good job! I loved it!

[quote]Posted by:[/b] Piggyfool1 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] GHOSTRIDERJP [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] I R L R Im supprissed that most of the stories invlove unknown member's.[/quote] your just sad cause your not in it. Im a news reporter. This just in im so cool. Back to you Chuck!![/quote] Actually he has a point. I post in The Flood five-million times a day and I don't know who the hell you are. -_-[/quote] Exactly why star it with an unknown member? Better sum one who is well established.

Dude, I don't even know who you are. If this is some attempt to get into the story, it sin't working. I include people I know (whether they're good or not,) or nice people.

Can Sid Saber be in it? Pleez? Thank you for your consideration. :) :) [Edited on 8/23/2006]

Maybe.