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."

Scorch looked up from his gruel and sighed. It had been weeks now with no action at all. There was only so much time one could log in the shooting range before it was boring again. He craved action, all Spartans did, it was ingrained in their very blood. He had nothing at all to do around the base, his armor had been upgraded, he'd given it a fresh coat of paint, even shined the spikes. He'd done the same to his weapons as well, really wishing they'd let him keep the AA-12 as a standard weapon, but the clips were far too ancient to replicate, or at least that's what they told him. It sounded like a horrible excuse if you asked him.

"Hey Scorch, get your shit together, we've got a mission." Spook said entering the mess hall and coming up behind him. "Well, it's my mission, but you can tag along if your bored."

"About damn time!" Scorch said hopping to his feet and putting his helmet on all in one fluid motion. "So just what are we talking about?"

"Let's talk about it on the way." Spook said heading for the armory.

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