1 month later
Alan was relaxing on the UNSC Orbital Defense Platform over Earth during a short break in the fighting, as he was doing so, his good friend Chris walked up and greeted him.
"So Alan, did you hear about the Chief infiltrating the Forerunner Dreadnought?" Chris inquired.
"As a matter of fact, yes, yes I have heard about the Chief's mission, quite brave if you ask me. Makes me wish I was out there with him. Oh well, we'll see him soon enough."
"Hmm, guess we're probably going to be assigned to help Johnson pick him up when he lands back on Earth aren't we?" Chris asked.
"Yes, we've already been assigned to do so actually. I got the orders this morning." Alan stated matter-of-factly.
"Jeez, you Spartans sure get info before us grunts" Alan laughed at this, a hearty, resonating laugh.
"I guess so, but remember, if I could have any squad watch my back on even the most dangerous mission, it would be you and your marines." Alan stated in a serious tone.
"Aww shucks, thanks for the confidence booster." Chris said with a hint of glee.
"No problem, it's a well deserved boost" Alan chuckled.
"Anyway, we better head over to the food court." "Chris, why do you ALWAYS call it the food court?"Alan queried "I dunno why, I just do" Chris replied. "All right, off to the food court it is." Alan said in a merry tone.
10 Minutes later
Alan and Chris entered the "food court" and quickly made their way to a "food line" as Chris called it and waited for about 3 minutes before receiving their food. As they sat down at a table Chris of course complained about the food.
"My mom cooks much better turkey than this….this…this…garbage!"
"Hey man calm down, at least its better than the junk served on frigates, trust me on that one." Alan said, attempting to calm down his frustrated friend.
"Well, I'm still going to eat it, but not because it tastes good, it's because I'm hungry." Chris muttered as they were eating.
"Well, I guess nothing too big is happening now that-"Alan was cut off as a voice blared over the intercom.
"Spartan 191 and Sergeant Valentine report to the bridge."
"I guess breakfast is over huh, Alan?" Chris jokingly said."Eh, I guess so." Alan replied.
"Better not keep the big man waiting before he gets pissed." Chris warned as the dynamic duo headed for the bridge.
Later, at the bridge
"Spartan, Sergeant" The captain addressed the two men, one wearing a red suit of Mjolnir Mk VI armor and the other wearing standard combat fatigues.
"Sergeant, you and you're team are going to be accompanied by S191 as you assist Sergeant Johnson in locating the Chief. There is most likely going to be a hostile presence in the area so be prepared for a fight. Sergeant, go debrief your squad."
"Yes sir." Chris replied as he left the bridge.
"Spartan, your job is to assist Chris and Johnson in finding the Chief. Understood?"
"Yes sir."Alan replied.
"Now go prepare yourself, combat drop is in one hour thirty minutes. And Spartan, good luck."
"Spartans don't need luck sir. We make our own." The Spartan stated. He then walked out of the bridge and to the armory to prepare, making sure to check in on his friend on the way there.
