Just Dropping In (A RvB x Halo Fanfic)

Chapter 8

As I check over my sniper, I eyed Washington from the other side of the Armory as he pulls the slide of a Magnum, checking the barrel for any bullets, then letting it go and making a large click as the slide returns to its former place. He seemed calm and serious as he prepares for the mission compared to the butterflies in my stomach. It's been years since I had a mission where I was not the commanding officer, and with my "commanding officer" being a dangerous Freelancer, I have no clue what to expect.

I holster my sniper on my back and put my Magnum in its hostler on my right thigh. I have to focus on the objective while keeping my guard up. While our first encounter was friendly enough, I can't rely on him for every bit of information. If I ask him straight blank, "Tell me about Project Freelancer and where are they now?" he will get suspicious and maybe turn me in for treason as well as whatever missing piece of the puzzle he told the Chairman about.

"Lieutenant McKenna."

"Yes, sir." I snapped to attention, doing an about-face to look at the Chairman. He was in a more composed state, with his hands behind his back. He puts a hand up, signaling for me to be at ease, before returning it to his original position. My body slightly relaxes, although still ready if Washington decides to draw his gun at him.

"I trust that you will keep an eye on the prisoner for me and that he succeeds in his mission." He says, keeping his voice loud enough for me only to hear.

"Of course, sir. I will make sure the mission will be completed as quickly as possible." I answered. And of course, I will make sure that I get as much information that I need from this mission.

"Very well," The Chairman states, before raising his voice so Washington can hear. "I have a Pelican that will drop you off at Outpost 17-B. That is the location that the UNSC had given these Red and Blue soldiers for new bases. I expect you to be down at Docking Bay 3 in ten minutes."

Outpost 17-B? That's where the incident happened... "Thank you, sir. We will be there at the appointed time." I answer. The Chairman salutes me and walks out of the Armory. I hear a short laugh from Washington and look over at the Freelancer. "Something funny, rookie?"

"Do you just follow the orders that you are given like a puppet?" He comments, filling his pockets with ammo and grenades. 

I huffed. How dare he... "Like you're one to talk, Washington. You were a part of an organization that stole from the UNSC and did questionable things." I shot back with the same tone. He stops filling his pockets and looks at me. He slowly walks across the room before stopping a foot in front of me. I raised my head slightly to see his gold visor staring right back. 

"Careful what you say, Lieutenant." He warns. "I'm leading this mission, and if you try to stop me, I will kill you."

My eyes grow wide, and I held my breath as I see the haunting amber eyes slowly form on Washington's gold visor. My heartbeat begins to quicken as I recognized the eyes of the Zealot, the one that killed my team. Slowly the Zealot's face began to take shape, and I begin to panic internally. What the heck did I get myself into? Did I sign up for a mission that leads to my death?

"And my name is Agent Washington." I blinked once, and the Zealot's face disappeared, only showing the face of AGENT Washington. I narrowed my eyes and straightened my stance. I cannot show any signs of weakness. I kept eye contact with him for a second more until he backs away and faces the Armory exit. "Let's go. We can't be late... Rookie."