I few weeks after that....I started getting back on my feet. Because of this my three closest friends Jason, Emily, and Ethan decided to head out to the new nightclub that opened up recently. As we walked there I had that sense that there was someone else following us...someone that didn't have good intentions. That's when it happened...a gunshot broke the cheerful chatter that we had dived into as we walked to the nightclub. A second after the gunshot Jason slumped to the ground...I ran up and put my hand to his neck. He was dead before he hit the ground...i stood up and silenced the other twos frantic screams and sobs. I closed my eyes and concentrated....then as if atomically I leaned back as a whistles bullet passed over me. I then stood up and opened my eyes...I knew were our attacker was. I ran forward as another bullet hit the ground behind me. I then ran up the wall and jumped down on top of him...as I landed he drop is revolver. Which I then picked up, turned around and shot him in the head. His head in caved at the impact of the shot as blood spared out on the wall. He then buckled and fell over. I sighed in relief...but it was to soon. Emily let out a scream of pain...she was shot by someone else. Ethan the charged at the shooter and smashed her into the wall as I bandaged Emily's wound and called a ambulance. Ethan then repeatedly smashed her face into the wall. Soon it was nothing but a hole in her head. The ambulance pulled up and loaded Emily into the back. They then checked the other two....it turns out they were hired assassins. Wanted in several states, they have never missed there marks. Even though they killed one of us we managed to stop them. We, a couple of teens...managed to kill the most advanced assassins in the world. Later that night, there was a ringing at my apartment door, as I opened the door the first thing I saw was a UNSC officer patch. Standing at the door was the officer that handed my mother that note from all those years ago. And he didn't look much older then he did back then, "Your James Harakroff (that's right my first name is James, but my middle name Tarus is better...or at least I think so) "Sir please call me Tarus, trying not to be rude but that's what I prefer" I responded in a careful tone trying not to insult him. "Alright well, I've got word that you and your friend Ethan has just killed the worlds greatest assassins. So let me just cut to the chase, would you like to join the UNSC Spartan program?" And I accepted early the next morning me and Ethan boarded the transport ship and headed for Washington DC to take part in the Spartan program.
