The last part of the last update was really crappy, so here's the last two updates smooshed together. Find this on. you'll see where it is. I also made some chapter location changes, you'll notice Chapter 9 has an increased length. “Miranda! Get the hell out of here! Take the Spartans!” Mendez yelled. He fought to his last breathe, and was assassinated by a Brute seconds after. They were all dead, except for one Brute. [b]-------WHERE YOU LEFT OFF LAST--------[/b] John looked at Cortana’s holographic appearance. John looked down at his destroyed, bloody, soot-stained and cracked MJOLNIR Mark VI armour. “I guess ‘you look nice’ isn’t appropriate for the given situation?” Cortana asked. “You got it.” John replied. “Listen, Chief. Just before you run away to Coral, we’ve got a hospital of some sort in Toronto Ontario. The place is highly suburban, and the robots want something there. Find it, destroy it.” “What did you say about a hospital?” Chief asked. “ Oh, yes. It’s under the high-tech hospital.” “What is it?” “Something that should be destroyed in a 7 hour maximum. Admiral Paul Russel says he can defend Coral for a nine hour margin with Linda-058 and Frederic-104. Also I believe Kelly will be rescued on a private mission by Frederic-104 sometime around 0954 hundred hours.” “Kelly’s been kidnapped?” “By the orange aliens, yes. Now off with you, don’t worry about it.” “Where’s Will?” “He’s been on the mission for 34 minutes and 21 seconds already. Pick up some weapons in the Armoury, then double-time it to the Launch Bay, where we have a human Pelican waiting for you, with officer Liantrov ready to fly it.” Master Chief exited the room, walking fast to the Armoury. He was in the armoury, as the purple doors slid apart in the Covenant ship, the Excalibur. Only four Helljumpers stood in the middle of the room, staring at the Master Chief. He was used to it by now however. He saw weapons-human and Covenant-everywhere. He thought about his mission. He pulled out a Battle Rifle, and over 900 rounds for it, the Battle Rifle was always a standard go to weapon, then he grabbed the Jackhammer Launcher, perfect for heavy weaponry, which he slung on his back. He took 12 rounds for it, and tied four around the Rocket Launcher itself. He took 12 fragmentation grenades, and four plasma grenades. They would both be of use. He continued over to the Pelican Dropship, and saw a small squad of four or five marines waiting for him to give them the go ahead. One held a Jackhammer Launcher, one with an M90 Shotgun, one with two Magnums, one with an SMG and another one tied to his waste, one with a Covenant Energy Sword. The Master Chief was impressed about how a marine had mastered the Energy Sword. It was hard to use. He had seen marines slit themselves, and even kill themselves. It wasn’t safe to use one without an Energy Shield. The five marines were tough, ready for anything. They stood, staring at the Master Chief. He was over half a tonne in his MJOLNIR armour. They saluted him, then told him their names “Private Joseph here, sir.” Said the Jackhammer wielding marine. “Sergeant Stevens,” Said the one with the Energy Sword. “good to meet you.” He added on. “Private Baxter, sir!” The marine with the shotgun said. “Corporal McGuire,” Said the one with two Magnums. “Private Bush, sir.” The one with the SMG mumbled. He wasn’t looking forward to this mission, apparently. “Good to meet you men,” Started the Master Chief. “Call me Chief, Master Chief, or 117. I prefer Chief.” John said. The Marines nodded. “Let’s get to work boys!” Sergeant Stevens shouted. The boarded the Pelican, and quickly exited the huge hull of the Descendant Hope. John examined the debris of destroyed Covenant, human, and even other foreign ships. The orange aliens had only two destroyed ships, their debris lying only a few kilometres away from the MAC Station called the Washington. He had a name for these newly discovered creatures. [I] Bastards. [/I] That word describe every aspect of those orange bastards. All they did was hide behind their quadruple over shields, and fire weapons that just exploded. They had no heart. The Covenant had no heart either. They just see a planet, then glass it. They don’t care. They’ll glass Earth soon too, once they’ve done what they’ve got to do, which was destroy all of the races, whether it be themselves, the humans, or the Bastards. The Flood would likely take control of the galaxy. Something’s not right. There was something weird in space. What was it? It wasn’t human. He walked into the cockpit of the Pelican. Private Joseph was piloting the ship. “Take us closer to that object.” Master Chief said, pointing to the inhuman body. It had for limbs, it had every human aspect. The body seemed to gain detail as the Pelican slowly edged forward. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t Covenant. It wasn’t Bastard either. It was a human Flood form. CHAPTER 9========== 0043, October 26th, 2552, Spartan Mission Clock In Pelican Dropship E-415, preparations for entering Earth’s atmosphere. How did the Flood make it? How the heck did they get to Earth? Cortana. John opened a private COM channel with his A.I., who rested in his helmet, soundless. “Did you give that Gravemind thing Earth’s location?” “He tricked me.” Cortana replied. “How did that thing trick you?” John asked. “I don’t know, one of those things that just happened.” “Cortana, your losing it.” John said. “He stole the information. I dumped all of my important data into High Charity’s computer systems before he asked me questions, just in case. Force deployment, weapons research, Earth. He knows everything. How was I supposed to know he had some kind of control over the computer systems of High Charity.” “That was stupid.” John replied, still thinking of the information she had told him. “So you betrayed the human race?” No, I merely told an intelligent parasitic life-form the location of the original human homeworld.” “So you betrayed us?” John asked again. “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Cortana replied. “That was stupid.” John repeated. “Not as stupid as what you’re doing right now.” “Oh yeah?” John asked. “What’s that?” “I don’t know, however it’s not you’re mission.” John didn’t answer he just stood there. “Take this bird down to Toronto, let’s make this quick.” John said to Private Joseph. He floored the Pelican’s engines, and it took off, down to the surface of Earth. At the surface, John saw something different this time on Earth. [I] Civilians[/I]. He saw them running down the streets-getting killed. The Flood would kill them all. He had to stop the civilians from getting eaten by Flood. He forgot about his old mission about the hospital, the human race was more important.