Several weeks had passed since the awful shore leave trial and nothing exciting had happened, much to the dismay of the Spartans stationed here. It seemed like they were on the verge of starting their own little war for some action when the announcement went out.
"Spartans 283 and 369 report to Spartan Command for mission assignment and briefing."
Aaron lay on his bunk counting the number of screws in the bunks he could see from his spot. Having been kicked out of the armory to save ammo and kicked out of the mess hall to save food for everyone else he found himself exceptionally bored. This call for him was a gift from God as far as he was concerned and he quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed his helmet and made for command.