Duties and Desires: Part 2

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Chapter 1: Thornhill
I'm nervous.

Should I be nervous?

No. They just want to talk to us, that's all.

''Still. ONI has a way of getting to you. Lets your imagination run away with you.''

''Unless...they couldn't have found out, could they? What I've been doing for the past three years?''

''That's it, isn't it? Anton always told me to be careful. I wasn't careful enough, and now they know everything.''

''But I did it for a good reason. I didn't want to do it. But I didn't have a choice. They'll understand...won't they?''

''Still, I'd have a lot of explaining to do. And what are they going to do with me, then? And Anton? And...Felix?''

"Morley, are you alright?"

Jess gave a start. Her superior officer, Staff Sergeant Lester Morales, was staring at her in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just..." she mumbled.

"I know what you're thinking," Morales said. "ONI always gets me nervous too. But don't worry about it. They just put it on for show."

"Any idea what they want from us, Sarge?" she asked, feeling a little better.

"I don't have the slightest clue."

They walked down the hall in silence for a few moments. Then Jess remembered something. "Sarge, didn't ONI pull Cortez out earlier today? Maybe it's something to do with him."

"Perhaps. It would make sense, seeing as...well..." the Sergeant's eyes darkened.

Jess knew why. Three years ago, Morales had taken his team to Tribute to find a URF information dealer, David Kahn. The Marines had been ambushed and outmanoeuvred not once, but three times during the operation. Not only did Kahn get away stock-free, but the only survivors of the team were Morales, Cortez, and Jess herself.

She still remembered that day. Not just because of the major losses the squad had suffered, but because of the things she had done in secrecy. She had smuggled one of Kahn's storage units containing several important documents, and destroyed the message he had left for his UNSC contact, Colonel Robert Watts. She had done it because she and her brother Anton were two of the only people that knew who Watts really was.

After setting up the flare on the rooftop, a Pelican had come in to pick up Morales' squad and the backup teams. But it appeared that Kahn had one more surprise; a set of hidden explosives lining the area around the apartment. When they had detonated, Jess had been lucky it didn't collapse. But the sight of the Pelican and the Marines gathered around it disappearing in a fiery ring was no less horrifying. It had taken the lives of several members of the backup team, along with most of the remaining survivors from Morales' squad.

The Sergeant had been moderately injured, but the explosion had put Cortez into critical condition; the Corporal had spent two months recovering at a hospital. When both of them got back on their feet, Morales was given nine replacement soldiers, a constant reminder of what had been lost and never repaid. Jess had been disheartened to lie to her superior officer and tell him that nothing of importance at was Kahn's apartment, something the following investigation teams had agreed on. It was almost as if the lives lost on that mission had all been for nothing.

I'll make it right, she had thought after bringing the storage unit to Anton. ''Once we corner Watts and make him answer for all of this. And we'll start by finding David Kahn.''

They reached the entrance doors to the debriefing chamber. The two guards standing on either side didn't even move as Jess entered with Morales.

The room was dark. Unnecessarily dark, Jess thought. ONI really likes to be dramatic. But the light from the hallway cast a shadow across two people standing inside. One of them was Cortez, but the second person looked unfamiliar. From what she could make out of him, he was a tall male with dark hair who stood straight-backed next to the Marine. He seemed to be completely calm and composed.

One of the ONI officers shifted within the shadows, speaking from behind the wide desk that spanned the room. "Thank you for joining us, Marines."

"These are your squadmates, I presume?" a second officer asked.

"Yes," said Cortez, glancing at them a little nervously.

"Good. Then we're almost done here. Staff Sergeant Lester Morales, I believe these two Marines were part of your original squad during your mission on Tribute in 2487?"

The Sergeant's lips tightened slightly. "Yes, sir."

"I believe they remember the objective of the mission?"

"Of course, sir," Morales said, with a hint of resentment.

"Then listen carefully, Staff Sergeant. This order comes from Section One itself. You, along with Cortez and Morley, have been detached from your current squadron as of today, and will be operating with the Naval Special Warfare Command on a long-term assignment until further notice."

Morales couldn't have looked more surprised. "Sir?"

"Your assignment will be to locate the rebel David Kahn, whose whereabouts are currently unknown. You will tell no one outside your assigned team of what you are doing. It is imperative that you complete this assignment so that we can initiate an operation that will deal with Kahn as soon as possible. Understood?"

"I...Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, this is one member of the team you will be working with. Lieutenant Hector Thornhill, UNSC Special Forces. You are to begin your assignment immediately."

"Sir, my squad..." Morales began.

"Will be reassigned to separate superior officers for the time being. We will inform you if there are additional changes to be made. Dismissed."

The Sergeant looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. As Thornhill silently walked out of the debriefing room, Morales gave Jess and Cortez a slight jerk of the head, and they followed.

As they walked back down the hallway, she took a closer look at Thornhill. He had dark brown hair that was cropped short, and blue eyes that held what looked like an expression of indifference. Yet there seemed to be something in that look that wasn't quite distinguishable. One thing that she hadn't noticed in the dark of the debriefing chamber was how young he was. He looked like he was somewhere in his early twenties, somewhere around her age. Yet he looked so reserved for someone of his youth.

Then again, I've never worked with Special Forces before.

As soon as they were out of the hallway, Cortez gave a long exhale. "ONI's had me in there all afternoon. Asking me everything on what I remembered from our mission on Tribute. As if I can remember, I was passed out for three weeks afterward...and it's not as if I hadn't already made a full-length report after my recovery..."

"Lieutenant, where are we going?" Morales asked, cutting the Corporal short. Thornhill turned his head slightly and spoke for the first time.

"To our ship. We've already got some leads on where David Kahn might be. My partner is on board, making preparations to leave."

He took the Marines to the hangar, where there was an SKTSC-25 shuttle docked next to one of the main exits in the ceiling. Thornhill tapped his COM. "Skyfurrow, this is Thornhill. The Marine team is with me. Extend the side ramp so we can enter."

"Affirmative. Extending ramp."

They climbed on board the vessel, and Jess looked around in amazement. "This place looks pretty comfortable."

Thornhill gave a hint of a smile. "Never been on board an SKTSC-25 before?"

"No," she said. "I didn't know the UNSC made shuttles this big..."

"It's an expansion on the SKT-13. But those are just expanded counterparts to Bumblebee escape pods. The SKTSC-25 is used exclusively by the Naval Special Warfare Command, and only a handful of them have been deployed."

"I've been on board one of these," Morales said. "Only once though. Two levels, and Slipspace-capable, right?"

Thornhill nodded.

"This tiny thing is Slipspace-capable?" Cortez asked, sounding impressed.

"There have been smaller vessels with Slipspace drives," the Lieutenant said as he led them to the bridge. "The new Chiroptera-class stealth ships, for example."

"Aren't they still testing those?" Morales asked. "I thought they were classified as unstable."

Thornhill made no reply to this, because they arrived at the bridge. The doors slid open, and Jess' attention was immediately drawn to the individual in the Navy uniform who was standing behind the viewport, making adjustments on a small holographic screen. Hearing them enter, the officer looked up and broke into a smile.

It is him! She smiled back, suddenly wishing that they were alone so that she could talk to him, one on one. ''There's so much to catch up on. He looks so different now...and he's gotten tall too...''

Jess realized that she was staring, so she cleared her throat, and stepped forward, one hand extended. He took it.

"It's, err...good to see you again," she said, suddenly feeling a tad bit awkward.

"How have you been, Jess?" he asked. He sounds different too, she thought. Older, or something...

Jess tried to think of something to say. "Err...well, it's actually Lance Corporal Morley now."

Felix gave a short laugh. "Lance Corporal, huh? Well, if we're going to be formal, then I guess I'm Lieutenant Martel to you."

She gave a start. She hadn't noticed the silver bar and the star and three-stripe insignia on each of his shoulders. That's right, he's an officer now.

Thornhill walked over to the captain's chair and adjusted the screens to fit around him. "I'll be taking us off-planet now. Lieutenant Martel, if you would take the Marines to their quarters."

Felix nodded. "Yes, sir."

Once again, Jess was surprised by how much he had changed. She wasn't accustomed to the discipline in his voice. Or his voice itself, which sounded much more mature. I guess I should have expected this...

Without another word, he led the Marines off the bridge.
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Chapter 2: Taradia
Felix could tell that Jess was excited to see him again. He too was happy to have the chance to be working with her, but he couldn't show it openly. Not while the others were around.

I hope I don't come off as indifferent, he thought. I've really missed her these three years.

He guided the Marines down to the centre of level A, where the bridge crew bunked.

"Our quarters are a bit small," he said apologetically. "But Thornhill wanted you guys with us. It's one bunk per room, and we have one free room. I currently have a room to myself, so—"

Cortez opened his mouth to say something, but Morales elbowed him in the ribs, and said, "I'll take the extra room with Cortez. Morley can bunk with you, if you don't mind, Lieutenant." The Sergeant gave his subordinate a meaningful glare.

"No, of course not, Staff Sergeant," Felix said, trying not to laugh.

Jess was excited to see Felix again. She hoped that he was looking forward to working with her, because she really was.

I hope I don't come off as high-strung, she thought. ''Look at him, all professional and everything. What if the others catch on that I—''

''Wait, what? Did I just think that? No, I'm just glad to see him again. That's all. Nothing more. Yeah.''

Felix was saying something about the bunks, and Jess noticed that Cortez was about to say something, but Morales cut him short by elbowing him in the ribs. "I'll take the extra room with Cortez. Morley can bunk with you, if you don't mind, Lieutenant."

When did we all agree on that? Jess gave a half-grimace. ''Looks like I was too obvious. Morales already noticed how I act when I'm around—''

What is wrong with me? She shook her head. ''I need to get some sleep...ONI woke me up at four in the morning. I was half asleep when I was filling out those papers...and they kept me waiting all day before bringing me to Morales. Thank God this mission gives me some time alone, and now that I'm with—''

''Okay, never mind. This is going to drive me crazy.''

Felix held open the door for Jess as Morales and Cortez walked into their sleeping quarters. She seemed to be thinking about something, and was standing blankly in the hallway. After thirty seconds of this, he nudged her. "Hey, you alright?"

She jumped, looking as if she was surprised he was there. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something."

"I can see that." He examined her more closely. "You look tired, Jess."

"Yeah, it's...been a long day."

"Well, why don't you get some rest? I'll be back in a bit, I have some things to finish on the bridge."

Jess practically collapsed on the bottom bunk, and exhaled. "Finally," she said. "Thanks, Felix. You have no idea what a nightmare today was. I guess I never got used to sleep deprivation, even during training..." she trailed off into relaxed breathing, and her eyes closed.

Felix just stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her contentedly. Then he realized that he was dawdling and hurried strode off to the bridge. We have a lot of catching up to do, he thought.

When Felix arrived on the bridge, he saw that it was completely empty save Thornhill, who was in the captain's chair.

"The Marines are settled, Hector," Felix said as he approached him. Thornhill didn't even turn his head, which would have been strange as there seemed to be little activity on the bridge. But he had long gotten used to the Lieutenant's taciturn manner by now.

"We're in Slipspace now," was Thornhill's only reply. "We'll reach Taradia in eleven days."

It was quite a period of time, considering that Taradia wasn't actually very far from Reach. But SKTSC-25s were hardly designed with the most capable of Shaw-Fujikawa drives. The small vessel could only handle so much of the drive's capacity without exceeding the safety limit. Still, the Skyfurrow was a steady craft. "Taradia," Felix said thoughtfully. "I have a brother who's studying there."

Again, Thornhill didn't answer, so he continued, "It doesn't sound like a place where someone like David Kahn would hide."

"You never know," Thornhill said darkly. "One's enemies could be lurking anywhere. Like that Watts you told me about."

Felix nodded. He hadn't thought about Watts for a while. When he first left Reach, he had spent a lot of time worrying about Jess, and if Watts would try anything that would put her in danger. When he heard that she would be one of the three Marines assigned with them to find Kahn, he had initially been excited about it. But eventually, he grew to wonder why they were being put on the same mission as three members of the UNSC Marine Corps. ''Did they have something to do with Kahn? Of course, ONI hasn't told us anything.''

"And speaking of Watts," Thornhill added, turning to look at him for the first time. "Do the Marines know about his involvement?"

Felix hesitated. "No...I don't think so."

"What about that Lance Corporal, Jess Morley?"

He felt surprised at the question. ''Trust Hector Thornhill to be the silent observer. I guess I should hardly be surprised.'' "Yes," he replied finally. "In fact, she was the one with me when we were escaping from Watts."

Thornhill turned back to his console. "Figures," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I was wondering how you got to such friendly terms with a classy Marine like her."

Felix laughed. Ever since he had met the older officer, he had always and unconsciously thought of him as someone who wasn't quite...human. So on the rare occasions when he decided to display some sort of emotion, it always caught him by surprise. Yet it was still enjoyable to be teased by Thornhill. He's a nice person, Felix thought, sitting down at the ship operations console and turning on the standby screens. He just needs to come out of his shell more.

The Skyfurrow reached the capital city of New Bath and was quickly cleared for landing in the military spaceport. A hassled-sounding technician informed the shuttle that a crew would be escorting them to the administration building for a debriefing.

"These guys seem to be glad to have us," Cortez remarked as Thornhill ordered the Skyfurrow into a landing.

"The URF have has been giving Taradia trouble lately," Felix said, standing up from his chair and grabbing some equipment. "No open conflict yet, but there is a lot of hostility. The military force here is probably expecting war in a few years."

"Well, they'll be disappointed if they think we're here to solve their problems," Morales said. "There's only a few of us, and we're here to find one person."

"Who knows?" Jess said as they prepared to leave the bridge. "Maybe Kahn has been causing them some discomfort. We'd be doing them a favour."

There were four MPs waiting for them at the base of the shuttle's main ramp. When they spotted the team, they turned around without a word and walked them out of the hangar and into the spaceport facility.

As they made their way through the halls, Felix noticed that a lot of hassled-looking soldiers were running past them. ''Strange. I've seen less activity on colonies that are up to their necks in repelling the URF. Just how much trouble is Kahn causing for Taradia? Or is it someone else?''

They soon reached a set of double doors that could only be the administration facility. The MPs stood on either side of the doorway, as silent as ever. Thornhill led them through the doors and into the room.

Felix realized instantly that they weren't in an administration facility; the equipment and tech crew scattered around the room looked far too military to be so. It looked more like an operations centre.

The most distinctive person in the room was an older man in an olive-grey uniform. Seeing the team, he snapped a sharp salute, which was returned by them.

"At ease," the man said. "Lieutenant Colonel Julius Locklin, UNSC Army. I assume you're the Special Forces team."

"Yes, sir," Thornhill replied. "Lieutenant Hector Thornhill, Naval Special Warfare Command. We're here to deal with David Kahn."

"Yes, I got word about that a few days ago," Locklin said, frowning. "You've been issued rather strange orders."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"An ONI representative at Reach has stated that the five of you are to find Kahn alone. You may make use of our resources, but trooper support is a no. Now, I don't know what the hell ONI is playing at, but someone at Taradia HighCom has already approved these orders. I'm just here to pass them on to you and help you sort out the details."

Thornhill nodded. There was no change in his expression, but Felix felt puzzled. No support? Why?

"Now, as you know, Taradia has come under some pressure from the local Insurrection as of late," Locklin continued. "We don't know how many connections this David Kahn has, but I'd advise all of you to be careful. We have intel showing that he's currently in New Bath, in a civilian district. I'm trusting that your team is good at avoiding collateral damage, Lieutenant. You're not to engage with Kahn anyway until we're three steps ahead of him. You need to get enough info to take him down before we call in the cavalry. Clear?"

"Yes, sir," Thornhill said.

The doors opened again, and the four MPs entered the operations centre. "These men will take you to get settled," Locklin said. "Best of luck, team. I'll be in touch."

"Now that I think about it, the way this mission was set up is odd," Morales commented, looking around their quarters. "I had a funny feeling when ONI said they were sending us off with Special Forces. I haven't done this sort of operation before."

"Think they know something?" Cortez asked quietly, nodding towards Felix and Thornhill, who were setting up their equipment in the next room.

"I don't think Felix does, at least," Jess said.

"Me neither," Morales said. "But that Thornhill, on the other hand, is a hard one to read. I don't meet a lot of officers of his age and rank that are so reserved. That kid could pass as ONI."

When the Marines finished unpacking their things, they joined Felix and Thornhill at the next room's table. They had set up a projector screen and it was currently active, showing a map of the city.

"This is going to be a low-level operation," Thornhill said. "We'll be mostly making plans for now, but once we've got everything sorted out, we'll be spending our time in the city, give or take a week from now."

Cortez raised an eyebrow. "A week?"

"It's imperative that this mission goes off without any mistakes," the Lieutenant said firmly. "A week should be enough time for us to decide on how this is going to go."

"So what do we have to work with so far?" Morales asked. Felix stepped forward and tapped the screen. The map shifted to one side, and lines of text appeared on the other.

"As Colonel Locklin said, we have a lot of things to sort out before we deal with Kahn," he said. "As per ONI's orders, we're to find his location ourselves. We'll have to keep tabs on where he is at all times, as he'll undoubtedly be on the move a lot. But the important thing is to determine what exactly Kahn is up to, and how big his role is here on Taradia. Again, this must be done by us alone." Felix showed no sign of disconcert, and Jess wondered if he did know the reasons behind their deployment after all.

"Now let's start putting the pieces together," he said. "We have a lot of work to do."

Since when was this kind of assignment given to non-commissioned Marines? Jess wondered. ONI is certainly acting stranger than usual.

"This is Fireteam Alpha," Jess whispered into her COM. "We're now in position to facility A."

"Fireteam Bravo here," Morales added. "We're on approach to facility B."

Thornhill's voice entered the team COM. "Affirmative, I've got all transponders showing green. Teams, feel free to begin. Thornhill out."

Jess set her COM to be connected only with Thornhill's channel. She shifted slightly so that she was gripping her rifle with both hands, and glanced over at Felix. He was also wearing a light armoured combat uniform that was almost as dark as Taradia's nearing-midnight sky. It was one thing to see him in a uniform, operating a shuttle, but to see this boy who had barely grown into his adulthood prepped for actual combat was another. The sight gave her sudden misgivings; what if he was injured, or killed?

He caught her eye, and obviously her expression too, for he said, "Don't worry about me. I've done this kind of thing in training before. Come on, let's get moving."

Training is nowhere close to an actual mission, she thought as they crept silently through the tall stalks of grass that surrounded the small facility. ''He finished his studies in half the time it took everyone else. And he's not as old as his records say. He's what, eighteen, nineteen? No one in the Special Forces began taking actual missions at that age before.''

Jess put her doubts out of her mind as they reached the edge of the grassy area. There was no time to fear the worst; they had come this far, and it was time to get to work.

The facility was located in a grassier area of rural land about thirty kilometres from New Bath. It was about eighty metres across and a hundred long, and no higher than ten metres. In short, it resembled one of the many underground power plants that were scattered all over the counties between Taradia's cities.

But Felix knew that the facility's actual purpose was much more sinister, if their intel was correct. Just two days ago, Thornhill had come to the conclusion that it was one of at least three mass driver construction sites located in the area. What gave it away was the lack of snow that should have covered the ground about half a kilometre's radius around them; even the power plants couldn't have generated enough heat to have seeped through the thick layers of soil and melted the snow cover that blanketed Taradia's northern hemisphere during the winter season.

Felix was hardly surprised that the only entrance was unguarded. The facility was located a full kilometre away from the nearest road, but he knew that Kahn couldn't be so obvious as to advertise his authority so close to a city. In any case, the entrance looked sealed tightly enough as to discourage any wanderers.

"What do you think?" he asked Jess quietly.

"It doesn't look like the main entrance," she replied. "Probably a back door in case something happens. But if Thornhill says that's our easiest way in, then I believe him."

"Then let's move. I'll take point."

Jess looked like she was about to argue, but changed her mind and nodded instead. They quickly reached the doorway; she kept alert, sweeping the area with her rifle while he took out his Spoofer and attached it to the door.

Felix was laden with the technical equipment they would need on their operation, while Jess carried the tactical gear. The only piece of equipment carried by both of them were their M352 Designated Marksman Rifles with silencers attached.

It took him less than ten seconds to open the door. It slid open to reveal a surprised rebel guard, who stepped back as he tried to raise his gun. Felix fired three rounds into his chest, dropping him instantly. Keeping his rifle raised down the hall lest there be any more, he said quietly, "Jess, inside now."

Jess removed the Spoofer from the door and handed it back to him, closing the door behind them and locking it again. "So much for avoiding contact."

"Actually, the point was to minimize contact. Do you think there was any way to get past this one undetected?"

She shrugged, glad that Felix's back was turned to her so he couldn't see her eyes. A memory from three years ago surfaced in her mind. It was the first time he had fired a gun and killed someone. She was driving them down a highway at the time, trying to outrun some of Gerald Barrie's gunmen. But she could still remember how he had cringed at the idea of taking a life when she had told him to use her rifle.

He was fifteen then, not a lot older than he is now, she thought. ''And he just killed a guard instinctively. Without a thought. What has the UNSC done to him?''

Felix led them to the end of the hallway and entered the elevator, he noticed that Jess seemed to be...preoccupied. It was as if she wasn't even thinking about the mission. That's not good, since we both have to be careful here.

The elevator ride was short. There was no guard standing in this hallway. "Doesn't look like this place is too heavily guarded," he said, partially to bring her attention back to the matter at hand. "I'm guessing shifts are every forty to sixty minutes. Let's move."

"Got it," Jess said, sounding more focused now. They moved silently down the hallways, listening for any movement.

The facility was old, but even underground it was warm; more so than on the surface. Felix couldn't hear footsteps, or conversation, or even machinery. He looked around corners slowly, and covered the longer hallways in minimal time.

I need to be more used to this kind of thing, he thought, glancing at Jess. She looked completely calm and hardly said a word as they proceeded deeper into the facility. He could feel a slight tightness in his chest that he knew was barely concealed nervousness. ''We're deep underground, in enemy territory, and it's just the two of us. If something goes wrong...what if something happens to Jess, and it's my fault?''

Felix suddenly found himself face-to-face with a guard who just turned a corner. Without thinking, he lunged forward and knocked the rebel down. He felt the guard grab his DMR unexpectedly, and wrench it out of his grasp as he crashed to the floor. The junior Lieutenant pushed himself off the floor, reaching for his sidearm—

The guard's head jerked back and blood sprayed from his forehead. He slid backwards slightly, and lay sprawled on the floor. Felix, gasping silently for air, gave Jess a nod of thanks and retrieved his rifle.

Some things training can't make up for, he thought, calming himself.

They ran into sentries several more times, but managed to dispatch them as quietly as possible. They had passed by several large machines laid in some of the larger rooms, but couldn't discover what they were for. The rooms were also getting warmer as they moved on. Finally, after what felt like hours, Felix slipped through a doorway and into the biggest room yet, beckoning to Jess to hide behind one of the machines in the room.

The room itself had to be bigger than the facility's surface; it was circular and was at least two hundred metres in diameter. The ceiling looked like it was made up of several sections and could be opened to the world above. Directly underneath, in the middle, was a massive pit containing a gigantic catapult pointing diagonally at the ceiling.

There were a dozen terminals spanning the circle around the pit, which was also enclosed by tall fencing. Rebel technicians were stationed at the terminals, while additional crew moved back and forth between the machines and the pit, sometimes giving objects to the techs.

"Jackpot," Jess whispered, reaching for her COM. "Sir, we've found the mass driver."

"Copy that," Thornhill said. "Fireteam Bravo has something to relay to you."

She adjusted the COM back to all channels. "What is it, Bravo?"

"We've reached the mass driver as well, Alpha," Morales said. "We've taken a look at their database, and we've located about five hundred drivers scattered across the country."

Felix tightened his grip on his DMR. ''Five hundred drivers? That could easily take out any UNSC ship in the sky above Taradia.'' But something about the assembly wasn't right. The idea of placing so many powerful weapons to be handled from each individual position seemed inefficient, and very disorganized. What is Kahn planning?

"So we have a bigger problem," Morales continued. "We could try and disable these two drivers. But there's still going to be too many for us to take out. And we'll have the URF increasing security over the remaining facilities."

"Have you already neutralized all hostiles in the room, Sergeant?" Felix asked.

"Yes, sir. We don't know how long we have before we're found out, so if you have a plan—"

"Have you found any info from the terminals?" If Bravo Team had discovered something, then it wouldn't be necessarily for him and Jess to give away their presence. They could slip out and go from there.

"Terminals, Lieutenant?" Morales sounded confused.

"The terminals surrounding the mass driver at your location," Felix said. "Have you accessed them?"

"Sir, there are no terminals around the driver. Only a database that's linked to the entire system."

Felix frowned. So how is the mass driver going to be fired if there are no terminals?

Then it hit him. ''Of course. Kahn wouldn't have placed every driver on manual control. He would want them controlled from a single location. This location.''

"I think I have an idea," he said. He gripped his DMR in both hands. "Corporal Morley, we're engaging. Take out everyone in the room. And try not to damage the equipment."

Jess brought up her rifle as well. "Roger."

They both stepped out of cover and opened fire on the technicians. The rebels easily fell to the semi-automatic fire; they were almost all neutralized when—

A dozen rebels armed with SMGs burst out of the doorways, taking positions and aiming at them. Felix and Jess both shifted their attention to the gunmen. Their DMRs' 7.62mm rounds easily penetrated the rebels' poor armour, and they kept moving to avoid the return fire.

A bullet landed in Felix's combat jacket, embedding in the armoured material but not penetrating. He gave a sharp intake of breath as he felt the blunt impact, but retaliated by putting two shots into the rebel's pectoral. The room was soon cleared.

"Are you hit?" Jess asked.

"I'm fine," he said, reloading his DMR. "Come on, we don't have a lot of time." He hurried over to the nearest terminal and began working his way into the database. She stood with her back to his, keeping all entrances covered.

With the help of a few devices and techniques, Felix quickly gained access into the network. He turned on his COM. "Sergeant Morales, I'm sending out a ping throughout the entire network. Can you confirm what the location is?"

"Will do, Lieutenant."

Let's see if my suspicions are correct. He turned on communications to all locations and sent out the ping. There was a pause, then Morales said, "Sir, it appears that you're at the central facility. All mass driver controls are to be relayed from your position."

I knew it. "Now we know what these terminals are for. Now I'm going to shut the entire network down."

"You'll need to do more than that," Thornhill said. "If you simply shut down the system, it'll probably be operational again by the end of the week. Kahn probably keeps backups in the network in case something like this happens."

"Any ideas, sir?" Felix asked. "It doesn't look like these mass drivers have fail-safes."

"Kahn obviously knows better than to put fail-safes on every driver that can be activated from a single location. What you need to do is sabotage the entire network. Reprogram the construction commands so that the drivers look like they're still underway, but make sure whatever you do to them can't be undone. And don't leave any tracks."

Felix grinned. "I know just the idea. Remember that training exercise we did last year?"

"Stay focused, Lieutenant Martel," Thornhill reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, tapping additional commands into the terminal. "We'll be heading out in two."

Felix altered the construction sequence for the mass drivers, but not so drastically that it would become noticeable right away. In fact, he doubted the rebels would know something was wrong even after the construction was finished. It would only be when they tried to operate the guns that they would realize their expensive mass drivers were so much useless pieces of metal welded together. When he was done with the construction commands, he modified the related info, such as inventory on the resources and where they were being distributed. Unless anyone memorized how much of everything they were supposed to have, no one would be able to tell the difference.

"Alright," Felix said. "Every mass driver on Taradia is now officially useless metal. Let's get out of here, Corporal Morley."
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Chapter 3: Operation TRIUMVIRATE
Thornhill entered the main room in full uniform. The others looked over at him from the table where they were sitting.

"What's going on, sir?" Felix asked.

"ONI wants to see me at the hangar," Thornhill said. "Alone. I was only informed today."

"Don't we have a report to make to Colonel Locklin tomorrow?" Cortez asked.

"I'll most likely be back by then. And if I'm not, the four of you should be more than capable of doing it without me." Without another word, he walked out of their quarters and walked out the door.

Felix stared at the doorway as it slid shut. The team had been on several low-level missions together now, sometimes with Thornhill in the field and sometimes relaying intel. He himself had come to know Morales and Cortez very well by now. But Thornhill still felt like an outsider, even to him. And he was sure the Marines didn't become too close to him either.

He turned his attention back to the card game they were playing (Thornhill had declined joining in). It seemed that Jess was the best player out of all of them; even when the Morales and Cortez had resolved to work together, they couldn't beat her. Felix was building a strategy, but was somewhat impaired by the fact that the Marines always tried to eliminate him first.

Currently, things weren't looking good. He still had five cards, Morales had six, Cortez had eight, and Jess had three. Everyone was trying to guess what cards she still had so they could stop her from playing them.

"Two eights," Morales said, setting down the cards.

"Two eights as well, spade and diamond," Cortez said. The Sergeant groaned.

"You should have played higher. Now she's going to win again."

Jess grinned. "You're damned right I am. Double kings. Anyone got higher?"

The two Marines both shook their heads. But Felix set down two cards.

"Double twos."

"Twos?" she leaned forward. "You just used up both your wild cards. Now you're going to lose."

"We'll see." Felix set down two tens.

It turned out Morales and Cortez both had nothing left but doubles. They both played out their cards and high-fived triumphantly. "Looks like you're out of luck, Jess."

Jess played her last card. "Yeah, I only won, what, seven in a row? Looks like you lost this one, Felix."

He shrugged. "You were the common enemy. We were trying to make sure you didn't win, so I made a sacrifice to reach that objective."

She rolled her eyes. "This is a card game, not a field op. The point is to win, plain and simple. No need to get all tactical. Honestly, you need to loosen up."

Morales took the cards and shuffled them. "Your streak is over, Jess. Now it's my turn."

Jess laughed. "Feeling lucky enough to win twice? You're on."

Thornhill felt the Pelican's gentle descent stop as it touched down the landing pad; the hatch slid open immediately. He waited for the ONI agent sitting across from him to stand up and step off the dropship before following.

Without so much as a turn of his head, he took in his surroundings. He was in a hangar, one much smaller than the one he entered. It looked rather private, as he heard no buzz of machinery or commotion from a crew. ''NavSpecWar has facilities like these. They're used for running classified ops.''

He followed the ONI agent down several hallways, each as quiet as the next. They took a ten-minute elevator ride down the facility, and after a short walk, entered a large room.

Thornhill could tell that the room was once a cafeteria, cleared out of all tables and replaced with about seventy chairs facing a wide table at one end of the room. He knew that it was often the most spacious one in the entire facility, and the reason was obvious; it was filled with other soldiers from all branches in the UNSC. There were about sixty of them, and they were seated already.

He took his spot at the back of the group, watching the ONI agent stalk off into the corner of the room. He made several observations about the others in the room as he waited for whatever they were here for to begin. One: most of the other soldiers looked like they were in their late twenties to early thirties. Two: over half of them were Marines or Army. And three: they weren't talking, but waiting with something like nervousness. I don't suppose any of them know what's going on.

The doors opened again, and all eyes turned to the five important-looking people that strode in. The one in the middle was an older man, and the only one in uniform. The other four were wearing dark suits. The five of them made their way to the front of the room and seated themselves behind the wide table.

The uniformed man turned on a mic, cleared his throat and spoke clearly into it. "Soldiers of the UNSC, we have called you here today for an important reason. You have been pulled out of whatever teams or chain of command to be the first of hopefully many biochemically enhanced soldiers."

There was some murmuring among the others. Thornhill, however, remained impassive on the outside, but his attention remained fixed on the officer with a newfound interest.

"With the increasing conflicts between the UNSC and the United Rebel Front infecting the colonies from Eridanus and outward, the Colonial Military Administration has recently approved the recommission of the ORION Project.

"The sixty-five of you have been selected as test subjects for this project; you will undergo training and augmentations over the next few months. If the procedure is successful, ORION will be extended to any volunteers that wish to strengthen our numbers. Every one of you has been carefully chosen because you have been deemed the most capable, and I expect all of you to live up to that expectation."

So this is why we've been operating alone for the last few months, Thornhill thought. ''I should have known. The UNSC wants to bring the hammer down on the United Rebel Front, and they were looking for the us to do it.''

"Your work is almost done, team," Locklin said. "Well done on locating Kahn."

"Thank you, sir," Felix said. They had tracked down Kahn to the city of Three Gates last week. Apparently he had been there all along, and not at New Bath as they suspected.

"I've informed HighCom of your mission in the underground facility," the Colonel added, reaching for something on the table behind him. "They want to congratulate you for your quick thinking. Disabling an entire network of mass drivers was a formidable feat." The Colonel handed him a translucent box containing two sets of double silver bars and shoulder pauldrons with a star and four stripes each. "You've been promoted to full Lieutenant. Well done."

Felix couldn't hold back a smile. "Thank you, sir."

"There's something else. An ONI representative has told me that Lieutenant Thornhill will not be returning here for four months. Which means you're in charge, Lieutenant Martel."

His smile faded. "Yes, sir. Do you know what he's supposed to be doing?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. But I do have one lead."

"Sir?"

"HighCom has stated that we will be rallying the UNSC force on Taradia to take out Kahn. We need a way of getting to him without the need of a full-out assault, especially not on a civilian district. This mission is codenamed Operation: TRIUMVIRATE, and it's scheduled to begin...in four months."

Felix exchanged glances with the Marines. "We'll wait until then, sir."

"Very well. Dismissed."

"It's nice to have some backup for a change," Morales said as the team readied their gear inside the Skyfurrow. "I already miss having a full squad of Marines to work with."

"We're moving out in five," Felix said, strapping an MA3 across his back and placing an M6 in his holster. "We're hopping on a Warthog that'll take us to our position."

They had flown the Skyfurrow over to Three Gates yesterday and made preparations while waiting for orders. Currently, there were squads being deployed discreetly all over the city and laying low. Still, Felix wouldn't have been surprised if Kahn already knew about the operation, which was why he felt so unusually flustered.

Locklin was calling the shots on the operation, and he informed the team that they would shortly be taken by ground transport into Three Gates. It looked like ONI was done with whatever they were trying to accomplish with sending them on "independent" missions.

"Say, remember those rumours about the sixty-five soldiers that were sent to Taradia and disappeared?" Cortez asked, putting on his helmet. "Do you think Thornhill was one of them?"

Felix looked up. Why hadn't they thought of that before? "Sounds likely. ONI didn't seem very concerned about it."

"ONI never appears concerned about anything," Jess pointed out. "But if they have something to do with this operation, where are they?"

"Right here," said a voice behind her.

Everyone spun around, looking down the main ramp. There, standing right in the middle, was Thornhill.

"Hector, where have you been?" Felix asked, starting forward.

"Can't talk about it," he said. "Your transport is outside. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Felix said. They followed Thornhill down the ramp and to the troop-transport Warthog sitting outside.

"So you've been doing something with those other missing soldiers, Lieutenant?" Morales asked. "Where are they?"

"Can't tell you," Thornhill said. "But I can tell you that they're not here."

They clambered into the back of the Warthog, where two Army soldiers were already sitting. As they drove out of the spaceport, Felix examined Thornhill.

His brusque and quiet nature shouldn't have surprised him, but looking at him now, there certainly was something different about him. Something not right. Felix couldn't quite place his finger on it, but it was as if a part of Thornhill that was gone forever.

I don't know why, but there's something new about him that I don't like, he thought. ONI has done something to him, I'm sure of it.

Felix saw other military vehicles laden with troops pass them as they headed into Three Gates. He could see passing civilians staring at them as they moved into position. ''I'd be very surprised if Kahn hasn't found out about this yet. I hope Locklin knows what he's doing.''

He noticed that Jess looked rather worried. It was strange, since she was usually very composed on missions, not matter how risky. Shifting closer to her, he asked quietly, "Something wrong?"

He expected her look of worry to vanish, and for her to say that there wasn't anything wrong. But instead, she looked all the more worried as she caught his eye.

"This looks like it's going to be a pretty big operation," she said. He nodded in agreement. He could tell that it wasn't what was bothering her.

"I just hope we don't need to resort to open engagement. This area is filled with civilians."

Felix nodded. "I know. This isn't a great situation."

"It's not just that...Felix, your brother is in Three Gates."

He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. He felt his confidence evaporate. "Damn..." Tom was a civilian, and if he was caught in any crossfire...

Felix was jerked out of his thoughts by a distant but resounding boom. Everyone in the Warthog looked around. "What was that?" Cortez said. More booms followed; three, then four, then nine in quick succession. "Up there!" the driver shouted, pointing upwards.

Giant, bright projectiles were arcing into the sky, then angling down onto the city below. Chaos erupted on the street as civilians scattered, screaming.

"What the hell are those?" Cortez shouted. Then, Locklin's voice emanated from the Warthog's COM. "All units, we have enemy artillery discharging rounds into the city! Keep the civilians under control, we're sending in air strikes to take them out."

Easier said than done, Felix thought. Three Gates had a population of 2.4 million, and there were at best 400 soldiers in the city.

"Contact! Rebels swarming the city!" shouted someone over the open COM. "They're everywhere, we're taking fire—" There was the sound of a rocket launcher firing, and the COM went silent.

The driver swore as gunmen appeared from inside the surrounding buildings, pulling out guns and explosives. Spinning the Warthog's wheels, he pulled the vehicle onto an off-ramp to avoid an incoming rocket, swerving around cars in the opposite direction as the passengers clung on tightly.

The Warthog pulled onto the wrong side of the highway, sticking to the edge of the road as cars sped past. There didn't appear to be anyone chasing them, and traffic was still normal on the road. "What now?" he yelled over the sound of the wind and the vehicles screaming past their ears.

"We need to meet up with other teams!" Thornhill shouted back. "We have to ditch the Warthog, stick together and move through the city on foot!"

As they drove past roads under them, the commotion became more apparent. More artillery shells were seen flying into the city; cars began piling up on roads, sometimes causing collisions. Felix saw a few Marines taking cover behind vehicles and exchanging fire with rebels.

The driver made a sharp turn and pulled the Warthog into the on-ramp tunnel, almost hitting the cars that were speeding towards them. They pulled onto the road, which was thankfully unused at the moment. The Warthog pulled into a narrow crevice between two buildings, and everyone piled out, weapons ready.

"Industrial area," Morales said. "This might be a good place to lay low."

Thornhill was speaking into his COM with a bit more urgency than his usual tone. "This is Lieutenant Thornhill, calling all teams in the area. Any UNSC infantry teams, respond!"

"Thornhill," Felix said. "We shouldn't be regrouping. We should be splitting up."

"Wait a minute, Lieutenant," Morales cut in. "These rebels are everywhere, so we can't just regroup on the open street. We should call everyone here as a rendezvous, set up a perimeter so we can hold our position, and make ourselves scarce for now. The rebels want to keep us scattered and take us out one by one, so I say we withdraw from the fight and wait for air support before another engagement."

Felix shook his head. "We can't stay in one spot, otherwise the artillery will just have an easier job of taking us out. We need to split up and lay low."

One of the Army soldiers bit his lip. "The rebels sure have us cornered on this one."

"Not yet," Felix said. "We can hold out until air support takes out the artillery, then we'll be able to launch a counter-attack. It's not a great plan, but there's no other choice."

Thornhill ended further debate by turning on his COM. "Colonel Locklin? Sir, we've come up with a plan."

Felix tuned out from the conversation, staring at the distant districts of the city which was now partially covered in smoke rising from the damaged buildings. More artillery were firing at them. ''Air strike will take them out soon. It's a good thing the mass drivers are inactive, or...''

The mass drivers? He slammed his fist into a nearby wall in frustration.

Jess walked over to him. "Hey, take it easy. This isn't over yet."

"There never were any mass drivers," Felix said through gritted teeth. "They were meant to keep us from finding out about the artillery. I should have known." He felt unworthy to bear the Lieutenancy that was given to him for disabling the so-called mass drivers.

Morales joined them. "Hey," he said in a low, reassuring voice. "There's no point blaming yourself for that. You're part of the Special Forces. Don't let the others see you like this. Look at Thornhill. He's handling it well."

Felix spared a glance at the other officer before returning his gaze to the districts in the distance. I hope you're alright, Tom.
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Chapter 4: Retaliation
"I don't get it," Cortez said. "Kahn builds these fake mass drivers to divert our attention so he can finish constructing the artillery. But he should have known that all we have to do is call in air support and they'll be gone. He must know that. Sounds like a pretty bad plan."

"I don't think so," said Morales. "There's more to this plan than it first appears."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, firstly, we don't know that he's finished building the artillery. There could be more underway for all we know."

"Great. Like we didn't have enough of them raining hell over our heads."

"Also, the advantage of the artillery is that the shells don't fly straight. They don't have to be exposed to fire a clear shot. So while they're entrenched, our aircraft have to fly up close to avoid collateral damage; by then, they'll have enough time to shield the artillery with plenty of armour."

"They can punch through them eventually...right?"

"I don't know, Cortez. The air strikes started three days ago. The rebels have been holding out too well for my liking."

"You think those two have figured it out already?"

Morales turned to look at Felix and Jess, who were sitting just off the street, talking in low voices. The Sergeant sighed. "I wouldn't be surprised, Corporal. Those two young ones are pretty sharp. But they're not well-suited for this kind of situation. But I wouldn't worry about them. I'd worry about...him."

The two Marines turned to look at Thornhill, who was speaking into his COM with something approaching frustration.

"Thornhill has been strange since he got back," Cortez said. "And I mean stranger than usual. He seems to be a lot more flustered. And at the same time, I get the feeling that he's becoming isolated from everything. Sounds weird, right?"

Morales shook his head. "You'd be surprised. I've known people like that." He shifted his gaze to Thornhill. "I just hope he's not becoming anything like them."

"You want to find Tom, don't you?"

Felix didn't immediately answer the question. He didn't even turn to look at Jess. He considered ignoring the question, but sighed. "Yes. But I know I can't. My duty comes first."

He looked just like the 15-year old boy she remembered, staring at a picture of his brother, and his parents. His dead parents...

"The evacuation is almost done," she said.

"That still worries me," he mumbled. "If I go looking for him, and he's not there..."

''The first time the UNSC had to evacuate an entire city because of rebels. This will go down in history, all right.'' Without thinking, Jess made to put her arm around his shoulder, but remembered in time that there were other soldiers here, and awkwardly leaned to the side instead. Fortunately, Felix didn't seem to notice, for he turned his attention to Thornhill, who was approaching them with a visible scowl.

"Locklin denied my suggestion to destroy the artillery with orbital guns," Thornhill said. "Said there would be too much collateral damage."

"Have you told him the civilians have almost all been evacuated?" Felix asked dully. He personally didn't care much for the idea of using orbital MACs, but couldn't see another way to eliminate the artillery. At best, they had managed to take out five of the forty guns that surrounded the city.

"Yes, but apparently the shielding above most of the the artillery has been severely damaged. So if we keep waiting, and I'm quoting him here, 'The artillery will be destroyed in quick succession in a short matter of time'."

Felix forgot about his own thoughts, so surprised by Thornhill's unusual behaviour. Was he actually mocking a superior officer?

"What do you think?" he asked neutrally. He noticed that the others were walking over, obviously overhearing the conversation.

Thornhill's scowl became more pronounced. "I don't think that's going to be as much of a solution as Locklin hopes. Especially if there's more artillery that Kahn hasn't finished building yet. But it looks like there's no point in telling him that."

Felix was silent. It seemed that Thornhill wanted to take out the artillery very badly. It's strange...he's acting almost obsessively about that one objective and forgetting what the point of the operation is. But he could understand why Thornhill was so frustrated. The rebels are making fools out of us, and we've been standing around taking it for three days from the one person giving out the orders. "Any ideas?"

Thornhill locked eyes with Felix. "I'm going into the city. And I'm taking out Kahn." His look said "to hell with Locklin", and Felix considered convincing him to calm down.

No, who am I kidding? Felix stood up. "Then I'm coming with you."

"You can't," protested one of the Army soldiers. "That's against orders—"

"What orders?" Thornhill snapped. "We never received orders to stay here. I'm going, that's final. Anyone want to come along, go ahead. It doesn't really matter to me."

"I'm in," Jess said, standing up too.

"Me too," said Morales.

"And me," added Cortez. The other three all volunteered as well, looking more like they didn't want to be left behind. The team retrieved their weapons and took their seats in the Warthog. The driver pulled them onto the now empty highway, and they sped off into the heart of Three Gates.

We're coming to get you, Kahn, Felix thought, feeling strangely reassured by the cool night air blowing past his face. He turned his gaze to the smouldering buildings that were now dimmed to add to their image of destruction.

''Hold on, Tom. I'm coming.''

The tension that surrounded the team was apparent; they had entered Three Gates' downtown district, and the city was eerily silent. The sound of the Warthog's engines echoed through the streets, its headlights showing the abandoned civilian vehicles and wreckage that surrounded them.

The artillery hadn't fired a round all day, but it looked like the damage was already done. The bodies of civilians, soldiers, and rebels alike were seen lying on some of the streets. Felix wondered if there were rebel gunmen hiding nearby; the Warthog certainly would be hard to miss.

"Where are all the evacuation birds?" whispered the driver.

"This area has been cleared," Morales said. "But we should be careful. You never know what surprises Kahn might have for us."

"I hear you," Felix said. "Thornhill, we should leave the Warthog here and proceed on foot. We're making too much noise."

Thornhill nodded. The Warthog pulled slowly into an alleyway and wound to a stop. Everything became silent as its headlights and engine went out.

"Our intel shows that Kahn is hiding near the university campuses. It's about five klicks from here, let's move."

The team filed silently through the darkened streets, weapons ready and listening for any noise. Felix scanned the surrounding building rooftops and doorways for signs of movement. Every streetlight they passed cast long shadows across the roads, and sometimes he could have sworn it was actually someone creeping out from an alleyway towards them. He wondered how much of a chance they would stand if they were confronted by enemies. There were eight of them, and they would put up a fair fight, but all the rebels had to do was close them off by taking positions on the rooftops and two ends of the street, and they would easily eliminate the soldiers.

About half an hour later, Thornhill gestured for everyone to slow down and move more quietly. The team moved across the adjacent street they just reached. Felix realized that it was a campus.

"Stay sharp," Thornhill said quietly. "Look for any signs of the rebels."

Felix scanned the area. The buildings around here weren't as badly damaged as the rest of the city; in contrast, more bodies, weapons, and shot-up vehicles lay scattered in the streets. "I think we've come to the right place," he said. But how would they find Kahn? He could be anywhere.

"Flashlights on," Thornhill ordered. Everyone switched on the lights that were fixed under their MA3s' barrels.

"What if the rebels see us?" Cortez asked.

"That's the point," the Lieutenant said.

"But they'll catch us by surprise."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. Everyone, spread out. Split up into teams of two."

Felix paired up with Jess, and they edged along the sidewalk, looking in all directions. "This was a bad idea," she said quietly.

He didn't like to admit it, but he secretly agreed with her. It was a poor tactic to confine the team to an open street like this, especially when there were only eight of them and they didn't know where the enemy was. As he looked up and down the campus, he thought of something. "Jess, do you think Tom is here?"

She looked in his direction too. "I'm not sure. I haven't been here personally, but Anton said the name of the university was—"

"We've got movement, coming out of the complex," said Cortez urgently.

"Open fire," barked Thornhill.

"Wait! Hold your fire!" Felix shouted. He aimed his rifle flashlight at the doors. Jess did the same. "UNSC! Identify yourselves!"

"Don't shoot!" cried one of them. "We're not rebels! We're students!"

The others scanned the doors with their flashlights, revealing them to be a group of terrified-looking teenagers. They were wearing civilian clothes and were unarmed.

"Stand down!" said Felix. "They're civilians."

The team made their way over to the teenagers warily. He checked to see if he recognized any of them, but none of them looked like his brother. Putting his disappointment aside, he lowered his rifle.

"Why are you here?" asked Thornhill. "All civilians had orders to evacuate."

"Someone was sent to pick us up," one of the boys said. He had dark brown hair and looked like he was around the same age as Felix, about eighteen or nineteen. "But the ship was shot down. Then we saw soldiers showing up later. The fighting got really bad, so we hid in the campus. It looked like they were trying to get into one of the buildings."

"Which building?" Thornhill asked.

"That one," the boy said, pointing at a twenty-story building about fifty feet down the street. "No one's went in or come out for a while, but before that, it looked like all the soldiers were targeting that one."

"That's it," Morales said. "Kahn's got to be in there." Thornhill turned back to the team. "Everyone, let's move! We're getting into that building."

"What about us?" a girl asked quickly.

"Stay inside the campus. We'll be back later."

"Are you going to get us out of here?" the brown-haired boy asked.

"Yes. Just stay put."

The team turned off their flashlights and headed down the street, more careful than ever. They formed up on the doorway. "Morales, kick the door."

The Sergeant obliged, smashing the door open. It looked like it had already been breached several times, and gave way easily. The team dashed in, rifles up.

It looked like a business building. There were terminals along the walls and cabinets lined up in rows that split the room into two. A hallway led straight down to the end where four elevators stood.

Every light in the building suddenly turned on, flooding the room with a brightness that caused every soldier to wince. Felix forced himself to keep his eyes open when he heard gunfire from the other end of the room. He opened fire on the half-score of rebels, who were lined up in formation to block a hallway.

The others were taking positions behind cabinets, and returned fire. Bullets flew through the air and the rebels, who had left themselves exposed, were quickly neutralized.

Thornhill checked to make sure everyone was still standing. Satisfied that they were, he said, "Team, split into two groups of four. One team will head to the top floor and make their way down. The other will make their way up. Report in once you've found Kahn. I'll lead team one. Martel, you lead team two. Let's move!"

Felix nodded and moved into the ground-floor hallway with Jess, Morales, and Cortez as Thornhill and the others headed for the elevators. They checked every room on the ground floor. Some looked like they were shot out, white others remained untouched.

"No bodies here," he said. "Looks like Kahn's been cleaning up. He probably intended to stay here for a while."

"Let's hope we caught him by surprise then," Jess said.

"Come on, let's move up one level." The four of them squeezed into the two remaining elevators, and headed for the second floor. There were more destroyed rooms, but no one in them. Moving up again, the third floor was empty as well.

The fourth floor had a couple of rebel guards, but the gunmen weren't prepared and were easily eliminated. As they made their way up each floor, Felix began to wonder if Kahn really was still here. Why would he risk capture by staying here? What was he doing that was so important. I'll bet this building has been attacked a half dozen times in the last few days already.

It wasn't until they reached the eighth floor that they encountered heavy resistance. The hallway was filled with at least a score of rebels. They were packed closely together, however, which meant that they were easy targets. But now the bullets were flying towards them almost continuously.

Jess pulled out a fragmentation grenade, pulled the pin, and lobbed it into the mass of enemies. The gunmen immediately scattered and ran, but in their panic, they did little more than bump into each other. The explosive easily took out most of them and left the rest severely injured.

"Nicely done, Corporal," Morales said as they walked down the halls, executing the last of the rebels. "Now let's see what was so worth protecting here—"

Cortez suddenly fired his rifle down the hall, in the direction they came from. Felix spun around and spotted a man who was clutching a storage unit in one hand, and a riot shield in the other, blocking the Marine's shots. He backpedalled into the elevator.

"It's Kahn!" he shouted. The others ran after him, opening fire on him. The riot shield began to crack, and shattered just as the elevator doors closed behind him.

"Where's he going?" Jess asked, reloading her MA3.

Felix checked it. "Up." He turned on his COM. "Thornhill, this is Martel. We've found Kahn, but he slipped away. He's on his way up."

"Roger," Thornhill replied. "We'll be intercepting him on the roof."

Felix and the others clambered into the last elevator and headed upwards as well. Everyone changed their magazines and waited to reach the rooftop.

"Look!" Jess said, pointing out the transparent tube that made up the elevator tunnel. Felix saw a Pelican appear from behind a nearby building and flying and towards them.

"Thornhill, did you call in a dropship?"

"Negative. We see it too. It's most likely Kahn's. We'll need to move fast."

"Copy. See you on the top."

They were almost to the top when Thornhill's voice burst in over the COM. "Fire! I don't care if you have to kill him, take him down!"

Felix checked one more time to make sure his Assault Rifle was loaded, and prepared to pile out as the elevator halted to a stop.

The doors opened, and they dashed onto the rooftop. What happened next, however, forced them to scramble for cover behind the elevator.

The Pelican had landed on the roof, and its back hatch was open. Its chin gun was firing at Thornhill and his team, who were also ducked behind the elevators. Rather, Thornhill, one of the Army soldiers, and the bodies of the two others lying near their feet. They were both riddled with bullets and blood covered their fronts.

Kahn was also in cover behind a series of pipes, for Thornhill and the Army soldier were taking turns firing on his position to keep him pinned down.

Silently congratulating him for his quick thinking, Felix said, "We need to get rid of the Pelican."

"We could call in for backup," the Army soldier suggested. There was blood leaking from his side and running down his armour, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Thornhill shook his head. "They'll never get here in time. I've got another plan. Now that we're all here, we can distract the Pelican long enough to get to Kahn." He leaned outward and opened fire on Kahn again as the other soldier reloaded.

"We're running out of ammo here," he said. "So let's do this quickly. Do any of you have smoke grenades?" Felix shook his head, but the Marines nodded.

"Good," Thornhill said. "Throw them behind the Pelican, I'll make a run for Kahn."

"It's pretty risky, Lieutenant," Morales said doubtfully.

"We don't have a choice," he snapped, ducking back to reload. "We're going to run out of ammo before the Pelican does, so this is our only chance. I'm not going to let Kahn get away." He realized that he was out of magazines, and discarded the empty rifle. He pulled out his M6 and braced himself against the elevator as the Marines pulled out their smoke grenades. "Now!"

Three smoke grenades flew through the air and landed right behind the Pelican's hatch. As the smoke thickened, Thornhill dashed towards Kahn, staying low as bullets flew over his head.

But Kahn moved quickly as well. Covering his mouth, he ran for the Pelican. Thornhill fired at his legs, but the rebel leaped into the cargo bay, yelling orders at the pilot. The Pelican stopped firing and lifted upward, the force of its thrusters clearing the smoke in seconds. The Lieutenant jumped as well, grabbing onto the dropship's blood tray.

"Hector!" Felix shouted, running out of cover. The Pelican lurched and sped forward, away from the building. Thornhill's M6 flew out of his grasp and landed on the roof. Felix watched in dread, expecting Thornhill to be thrown off or shot. Instead, he was pulled into the cargo bay as the hatch closed. He stared numbly after the Pelican as it disappeared into the distance.
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Chapter 5: The Coming Storm
The team headed back to the campus with an air of dejection. All of them sported various wounds, but it was clear that none of them were thinking about that.

Say what you will about Hector, Felix thought miserably. ''He was a good soldier. And he was my friend. I felt safe when he was here.''

He looked to the smoke-filled skies as they reached the university. I hope we can find him again.

He wasn't feeling particularly optimistic. There were only five of them left; they were in an abandoned city with more rebels than civilians around. And even worse, Kahn had gotten away again. This time it felt all the more discouraging, since they had been so close to capturing him.

The teenagers were waiting for them at the campus. They looked visibly shocked that almost half the team didn't make it back. But the brown-haired boy, who looked like the leader, said, "You guys are injured. We can take you downstairs, we've got medical supplies there."

They were taken to a medical room. To Felix's surprise, there were more teenagers downstairs. They were lying in the beds and were obviously injured.

"Take any of the beds you want," the brown-haired boy said. "You guys look like you could use a lie-down."

"We can treat our own injuries," Cortez said.

"Don't be ridiculous," the boy said impatiently. "You guys look like you're about to pass out. I'll call the medics."

Reluctantly, the five soldiers changed out of their damaged combat uniforms and laid down on the beds.

"Guys! Get over here!"

One of the younger boys walked over with a trolley laden with medical supplies. He was wearing a doctor's jacket that looked a little big for him. Felix quickly sat up in bed, wincing at the lance of pain that shot down his chest and down to his stomach. But he immediately recognized his brother. And it looked like Jess had as well, for she was also sitting up.

"Tom!" they both called at the same time. Tom spotted them and broke out into a wide smile.

"Felix! Jess! I can't believe you're here!" He embraced both of them, laughing as they winced. But Felix smiled back, instantly forgetting his injuries and his weariness.

"So you guys are the UNSC team the others told me about," Tom said, grabbing medical supplies off the trolley. "How long have you guys been on Taradia?"

"Quite a while," Felix said, lying back and feeling himself relax. "But it's a long story."

"Yeah, it sure looks like it." Tom took a closer look at his brother's wounds. "Felix, you've been pretty shot up. I don't see any bullet wounds, so I guess your armour took the hits. But you've got a lot of cuts here."

Felix took off his shirt, which was covered in blood. Tom winced. "Looks like you have internal bleeding too, and maybe a few broken ribs. We're not a hospital, so I can't do anything about those. But I can stop the bleeding."

A few other teenagers, also wearing white jackets, were treating the others. Tom didn't say anymore, so focused was he on his work. When he was done, he handed Felix a faded checkered shirt and a dark blue vest. Felix gratefully accepted the fresh clothes. He gingerly stood up and took a few steps. It still hurt to walk a bit, but at least the stinging pain in his chest was gone. "Thanks, Tom. I'm impressed. Did you learn all this here?"

Tom smiled modestly. "Yeah, but I can do more than medical stuff. Still, you're going to have to deal with your other injuries once you go back to the UNSC." The others were patched up soon as well, and watched as the assigned "medics" went to treat some of the other students. Some of them looked like they had rather gruesome injuries.

The brown-haired boy walked over to them. "So you're Felix?"

"Yes," Felix said. "Thanks for the medical treatment."

"No problem," the boy said, extending a hand. Felix shook it. "I'm Alex. Tom was always talking about you. Your brother's a pretty smart kid."

Felix watched as his brother walked around the medical room, carrying out his tasks and helping out the others. "Yeah. I hadn't seen him in four years. He sure is different now."

"I guess we were lucky to have bumped into you, then. Say, is someone coming in to pick us up?"

"Yes. I called for evac about an hour ago."

Alex sighed. "That's good. We've all been on edge for the last three days. We're almost out of medical supplies, and some of our friends really need proper treatment. I'm glad you guys showed up."

The muffled sound of Pelican thrusters was heard over their heads. Felix looked out the window and saw two dropships circling the campus courtyard and settle in for a landing.

The pilot's voice rang out from his COM. "Lieutenant Martel, come in."

Felix took the COM in his hand. "Martel here. Hold tight, we'll be up top in a sec." He turned to Alex. "Our ride is here. Let's get everyone on board."

It took them twenty minutes to get the students onto the Pelicans. The Marines were strapping everyone into the seats, a bit more tentatively with the injured ones. Felix stood next to Tom's crash seat, feeling himself relax as the dropships took off and away from the city.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do," Tom said.

"That we do," Felix replied. "But we'll have time when this is all over. Trust me, we'll take the city back soon." ''As soon as we find Kahn. And Hector.''

He couldn't remember where he was. Or what was going on. But the images that burned into his mind were all too clear. And he couldn't explain why, but he hated them. He wanted them out of his head. He didn't want to see them.

His thoughts were hazy, but he exactly what he was looking at. Feeling an unaccustomed helplessness, he tried to shut himself out from everything as the memories flowed into his mind.

He was lying face-down in his bed, pulling his pillow tightly around his ears so he couldn't hear the shouting, and the sound of objects smashing, followed by a woman screaming...'Hurt her, just don't hurt me...please...don't come and find me...'

The memory slipped away from his thoughts. But before he could even feel relief, another one entered his mind, filling him with dread again. He knew what was coming...

''He was standing alone on the hill, hardly feeling the rain that poured down on him. He was surrounded by gravestones, all of them meaning nothing to him. He was staring at the one in front of him, but at the same time he didn't want to see it, he didn't want to read that name...''

"Go away!" he screamed internally. Why did he have to see these things? Why did they come back to haunt him, after he managed to put it out of his mind for years.

Then, as if his memories were ensnaring him, he felt the last one drawing him in. The worst one, the one he never wanted to relive, and the one that always found him no matter how hard he tried to escape them...

''He lay on the floor, whimpering and gasping for air. A large man stood over him, a man he should have trusted, but never could. A man who was supposed to protect him, but instead inflicted pain upon him that would remain long after the marks disappeared.''

'''I'm sorry,' he heard himself sobbing. 'I'm sorry! Please, stop it!' The man paid him no heed, kicking cruelly at him as he lay curled up on the floor, waiting for it to be over, wishing himself anywhere else. He tried to shut out the pain, but couldn't. Why did he deserve this? Why?''

''His body suddenly burst with pain. He screamed, feeling as if his entire body was on fire. It couldn't be the man; no one could inflict this much agony. He writhed, realizing with horror that his bones and muscles were stretching.''

''Then he felt something change. The man's blows didn't hurt anymore, nor did they leave any lasting pain. He felt himself regaining energy from as the fiery sensation changed. It was still there, but now it didn't hurt him; it ran through him as if giving him strength. He stood up, and saw himself face-to-face with the man, who was now backing away from him fearfully.''

''Then the thought entered his mind. 'Kill him.'''

''He could do it too. No, more than that. He wanted to do it. He would do it. Enjoying the feeling of vengeance that now coursed through his powerful body, he struck the man, knocking him to the floor instantly. Now the roles were reversed. He lashed out ceaselessly, mercilessly, relishing the sounds of the man's screams, the crunch of his bones breaking. He would never be kicked around at someone else's feet again.''

''A long, sharp blade appeared in front of his face. He snatched it out of the air, and without hesitation, drove it deep into the man, waiting to hear his dying screams.''

''But it never came. Instead, he felt a sharp pain in his own body, exactly where he had driven the blade into the man. He fell beside the man, feeling his own strength vanish again. No, not again...''

"Kahn..."

Who was Kahn?

"Kahn!"

 'I am Kahn.' 

'' 'No. That's not right. I'm not Kahn. Who am I?' ''

"Kahn! It's the prisoner!"

'' ' I am Kahn. Who else could I be? ' ''

Thornhill awoke with a start. The first thing he saw was a man peering at him.

Seeing him awake, the man turned his back to him. "Kahn! The prisoner is awake!"

Where am I? Thornhill thought. What am I doing here? He was in a dark room, and was sitting on a chair. His hands were tied behind his back and his feet were tied to the chair.

The door opened, casting a bright shaft of light into the room. Thornhill winced and turned away as another man walked in.

"I'll deal with him, Watts," the man named Kahn said. "If you would give us a little privacy."

Watts? Thornhill thought groggily. Why does that name sound familiar?

The man named Watts walked to the exit, saying, "If he tells you anything interesting, tell me. I have a strong feeling he knows that Marine I'm after." The door closed behind him, casting them in darkness again.

Kahn sat down on a chair across from Thornhill, albeit at a safe distance. "You've been drugged and knocked unconscious," he said. "I realize your memory may not return to you immediately, so I won't be asking you any personal questions just yet. But while I have you here, I think we'll have a lot to talk about."

Locklin looked impassive as Felix completed his report. After a long moment of silence, the Colonel said, "You shouldn't have accompanied Thornhill back into the city, Lieutenant."

Felix wanted to repeat Thornhill's words about how they never received orders to stay put, but remained silent. As if reading his thoughts, Locklin sighed, and he suddenly looked more resigned. "Of course, I know how stubborn Thornhill can be. And it was right that you didn't let him run off alone. But now we have a problem."

"Sir?"

"David Kahn has gotten away again. And we don't know where he is right now, but we need to find Thornhill."

"I agree, sir."

"It's more than just a personal matter, Lieutenant Martel. We cannot allow him to remain a captive of Kahn. I can't tell you why, but there are a lot of things at stake right now, and Thornhill was foolish to let himself get captured so easily.

"So this is what I need you to do. Our primary objective as of right now is to clear Three Gates of the rebel threat. Without Kahn, this will become much easier. And the first step is to take out the artillery. Your team will be helping out with eliminating the rebels in the city, while I assign someone to track down Kahn. Once we know his whereabouts, I'll have you pulled out to look for him."

Felix saluted. "Sir!"

"Dismissed."

Felix walked out of the operations centre with the Marines. For the umpteenth time in the last week, he wished Thornhill was still with them.

After returning to base, they had been patched up and given some time to recover. When everyone was back on their feet, Felix and the Marines were pulled back to New Bath so quickly he didn't even have time to say a proper goodbye to Tom. Ever since then, he had been forced to take charge of the team.

''Now we're heading back to Three Gates. And we're not leaving until the city is ours again.''

"I don't know why you're refusing to torture him," Watts said.

"Because I need answers," Kahn said. "And I'm going to do it my own way. I don't indulge myself with inflicting pain upon others."

The Colonel flushed. "You think I enjoy this kind of thing? I never make unnecessary decisions, Kahn. But in my experience, torture is the best way to get answers."

"That's where you're wrong, Watts. It won't work on this one. I know his kind. He'll die before he gives up on what he believes in. Besides," he added. "I have a strong feeling he's part of this ORION Project you're so interested in. And even though you've lost the files I obtained for you, maybe this will make up for it." Kahn turned away from Watts' glare to turn his attention to his henchmen, who was walking over with some files in his hand.

"Boss, I did the scans, as you asked. And...you may find them interesting."

Kahn opened the files and looked over the images. "Yes, I thought so. Do you have identification on him?"

"Yes, boss. He's Lieutenant Hector Thornhill, UNSC Navy, Special Forces."

"Well done." He looked back at Watts. "Now I'll be having a few words with our friend here. I'm sure he'll have all the answers we need."

"My patience is running out, Kahn."

"That's a shame, considering I've already tracked down that Marine you were looking for. Now you'll have to learn to show restraint, or I'll be...taking matters into my own hands." Without another word, Kahn walked into Thornhill's room, locking the door behind him.

The Lieutenant was still sitting in the chair he was tied up in. This time, he was slumped over and had a glazed look in his eyes. ''I'm almost certain he's part of ORION. I wonder how many times he had to be drugged before it got to him.''

Kahn sat down across from him again in his usual spot. "Well, Hector Thornhill, is it? It's been a while since we talked. But this time I'll be asking a few personal questions, if you don't mind."

Thornhill made no reply. He didn't move at all, but Kahn could tell that he was listening. ''His mind is so hazy right now, he wouldn't even notice himself telling me everything. The trick is to tell him what I know, and he'll tell me what he knows.''

"Now, I happen to have knowledge of something the UNSC calls Project ORION. You may be familiar with it. I have asked my employee to do some scans on you, and I must admit, I've found out much more than I expected."

Still no reply.

"For example, your bone and muscle structure appears to be rather...scarred, shall we say, for lack of a better term. You bear many old injuries that have since healed but left their mark upon you. Mind telling me what that's about?"

For the first time, Thornhill looked up. His teeth were clenched, and there was a dull fire of rage in his eyes. "My dad," he said, his words slurred. "He always used to beat me. And my mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, it's not just that. He was...he was an officer in the military. A distinguished officer."

"Ah, I should have known. Major General Michael Thornhill, correct? I have heard of him on many occasions."

"Yeah. Bastard was a monster under his uniform and medals. I hated hearing people talking about how great he was. They...they don't know the truth about him..."

Thornhill didn't have the energy to hold his gaze, so he let his head fall again. But he kept talking. "Five years ago, he crossed the line. I knew he had gone too far."

"What happened?"

"He killed my mother. In a fit of rage. I don't think he meant to do it...but I don't think he cared." His voice increased in volume. "And the worst part is...the fucking JAG Corps let him get away with it! He was cleared! He was cleared for killing his own fucking wife!" He looked up again. "I knew then that I couldn't wait for justice to bring him down. I couldn't trust the UNSC. I couldn't trust anyone." Thornhill bared his teeth, this time in a savage smile. "And so...I killed him myself."

Kahn gave no reaction to this, but many thoughts entered his mind at this revelation. ''This is interesting. I never expected to have found out this much. Perhaps I can use all this to my advantage.''

Thornhill was still talking, although more to himself. "I never regretted it. No one ever suspected me. But that was when I figured out what it meant. I could never...never hope for someone else to make the right decision. No one can ever understand me."

"You said that you don't trust the UNSC," Kahn said. "Yet you serve them with your life. Why?"

"Well...there's only one thing about the UNSC I admire," Thornhill said, leaning against the chair, his head slumped back. "Power. They know how to use it. Only problem is...you have to work your way up." He grinned humorlessly. "You know, I could have had you all killed weeks ago. I know what I had to do. But I couldn't, because some guy who's served longer than me told me not to. These officers...they all think they're so noble and righteous. But they don't know...they don't know that their holding back is what cost all these lives. It makes me sick."

"I fully agree. The UNSC is no better than us. The only difference is that we're not afraid to show it." Kahn stood up. "This has been very enlightening, Lieutenant. I will return to speak to you again."
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Chapter 6: Crackdown
"Kahn has located that Marine we were looking for," Watts said to the person on the communication screen.

"Finally," Barrie said. "This whole issue has been a lot more trouble than it was worth."

You were the one who let them get away, Watts thought, but he didn't say it. "Jess Morley. I should have known that was her. I saw her on Reach and everything. It shouldn't be too hard to get rid of her. She's in Three Gates right now."

"Wait. See if she knows where Felix is. I need to know."

"You know, Gerald, that kid obviously doesn't like you anymore," Watts said. "I hope you're not trying to protect him."

Barrie looked away. "I'm not. It's better if he's dead, I know."

"I'll be heading back to Reach soon. I'll trust Kahn to take care of things here."

"I'll be in touch."

When Kahn entered Thornhill's room, he could see the Lieutenant glaring at him angrily. He could tell immediately that this talk was not going to go well, but he gave no sign that he noticed his piercing look. "How have you been, Lieutenant?" he asked smoothly.

"Go to hell, Kahn," Thornhill snapped with unrestrained contempt.

"Ah, how quickly we forget. You should be grateful that I have not drugged you like I did last time. Then again, you were a lot more cooperative when you were. I don't think you recall half the things you told me." Kahn walked over to Thornhill, so close that they were almost touching. "What's the matter? Afraid that you told me things that you shouldn't have? I must say, you have revealed far more than I could have hoped. For instance, I've arranged for one Corporal Morley to be silenced, since she presents a problem for friend of mine."

"Fuck you," Thornhill spat. "You and Watts. If you so much as touch anyone on my team..."

"What's this, Lieutenant? Don't tell me you actually care for them. After all, you've already expressed your distrust of the UNSC during our last session."

For the first time, Thornhill's angry exprssion slackened, replaced by an uncharacteristic surprise. "What did I...?"

"I think I'll keep you guessing. But in the meantime, allow me to tell you how helpful you have been. The samples of your body matter that I have taken are more than enough for me to know everything I need to know about Project ORION. Which, by the way, I have confirmed that you are a part of." Kahn grinned. "I'm afraid that once this information reaches the United Rebel Front, the UNSC will be in for quite a surprise."

"You bastard."

"Don't be so upset. As you yourself said, the UNSC is nothing more than a bunch of hypocrites telling everyone they're protecting humanity. Look what they've done to you, Lieutenant. This Project ORION has stripped you of your former self. I can't say I recognize the stoic, efficient soldier the others make you out to be. They've turned you into a killer, and nothing more. It proves how selfish the UNSC is." For the first time, Kahn's expression hardened. "They only care about themselves, and get others to do their work for them. They don't care how many lives they ruin."

Thornhill calmed himself, trying to make sense of everything. It was obvious that Kahn had a grudge against the UNSC. But that wasn't any of his concern right now. ''I need to get out of here. But Kahn is right about one thing. I can't be involved with this. It isn't my fight.''

''You're a maniac, Kahn. Maybe I do hate the UNSC. But that doesn't mean I can't get rid of scumbags like you.''

Thornhill kept himself still, while surreptitiously moving his wrists, trying to figure out a way to break free.

''Only one of us is going to get out of this alive. And it's not you.''

"Jess, I need to talk to you about something."

She looked puzzled, but entered their quarters without question. "What's up, Felix?"

"I don't want you coming along on this mission."

She looked surprised now. "Why?"

"Something's not right. I've been noticing it on our missions in Three Gates."

"What do you mean?"

"I think someone's trying to kill us."

Jess gave a short snicker. "Of course someone's trying to kill us. The rebels are our enemies, remember? I don't think they appreciate the fact that we're trying to drive them out of the city."

"That's not what I mean. By 'us' I meant Morales, Cortez, and myself. Their tactics have been...odd. It's as if they're trying to keep you alive."

She raised an eyebrow. "You notice these things during combat?"

"We've been doing this for a month, Jess. I shrugged it off at first, but I have a feeling there's someone after you. So you should stay aboard the shuttle."

"No can do, Felix," Jess said, shaking her head. "I can't just shirk duty like that. Besides, we've almost won. The rebels are all but finished. We'll have Three Gates back by the end of the week, and I'm not going to stay behind for that."

Felix's grip tightened on the door frame. "I could make it an order."

"You could," she agreed, looking right at him. He could tell that if she would refuse even if he said the words. He turned away with a sigh.

"Alright. But this is our last insertion." They had been ordered to return to Reach two weeks ago by ONI; however, he had volunteered to keep the team here until they found Thornhill. But time was running out, and Felix didn't like the idea of pushing ONI's patience. He walked turned to leave, picking up his duffel bag off the floor as he did so. "I don't want you killed just before we leave."

''Maybe they think the UNSC force here is enough to finish the battle without us. But something's still not right. ONI has given us one unexplained order after another ever since this whole Taradia thing began.''

The team was flown into Three Gates by Falcon. Air support had taken out the rest of the artillery about a week ago, and ever since then, the rebels had lost battle after battle after battle. It seemed that either Kahn really didn't have additional artillery, or never bothered to use them for whatever reason after he escaped the city. Either way, Felix was glad the conflict was almost over.

Not that it had been easy, he thought, staring out the Falcon's hatch. Three Gates was in ruins by now, with not a single square kilometre untouched by combat. Most of its tall buildings were heavily damaged or completely collapsed. And at least 25,000 civilians had been killed, taking a fair slice out of the city's population. It'll take a long time for them to recover from this.

"I'm dropping you guys off here," the pilot said, bringing the Falcon swooping towards the ground. "The rebels are about three klicks to the east. There are a few other teams coming down on them in the area. Good luck."

As soon as the aircraft reached ground level, the team bailed out onto the street. "Let's move," Felix said. He could already hear gunfire in the distance, and they dashed down the street, careful not to stay in open for too long. As they headed east, the sound of gunfire became steadily louder. Finally, when they passed a highway and turned a corner on the adjacent street, he spotted a group of rebels firing on a group of Marines farther down the street.

The rebels were taking cover behind a row of cars that blocked off the street, and were right between the two teams. ''Perfect. They've got their backs turned to us.'' "Let's get to work, Marines," Felix said.

Morales tossed a frag grenade into the group of rebels, killing several rebels and starting a chain reaction where the cars exploded one by one. When the following heat waves died away, the team moved up and took out the survivors.

"Nice to see you, Lieutenant!" called one of the Marines cheerfully. "Come on, there's more a couple of blocks away."

"Roger that," Felix replied. "Lead the way."

Thornhill waited for the guard to unlock his cuffs, and jab him in the back with his rifle to make him stand up. Ignoring the gesture, he walked out the door, not feeling the slightest bit intimidated by the four guns pointed at his back.

The guard jabbed him in the back again. "Hurry up, prisoner. You're on a bathroom break, not a leisure walk. If you take too long, I'll make you walk back before you reach the bathroom."

Thornhill didn't respond to this, pondering his plan for the tenth time. He had been here for six weeks now, and he had to find a way to escape soon. He could feel himself weakening by the day at the little food he had been given and the hours spent on end sitting cuffed to a chair. What was more, he wasn't sure how much longer Kahn needed him alive. ''I'll have to do something. Today.''

He didn't even need to use the bathroom, but he took the chance to observe his surroundings and work out an escape route. He had been doing this every time he had been freed, sometimes prompting the guards to yell at him to walk faster. But it had been worth it. He now knew where all the exits were, where Kahn was, and even what the combination to his private room was. But everything he had found out was useless unless he had a way to escape.

What I need, he thought, watching the guards out of the corner of his eye as he cleaned his hands in the basin, ''is to get my hands on one of those rifles. If I can do that, none of these goons will be able to touch me—''

An explosion suddenly rocked the building unexpectedly, knocking two of the guards off their feet. One of them stumbled into Thornhill. Thinking quickly, the Lieutenant reached into the guard's pocket with one finger and pulled out the first object he found. Hiding it in the palm of his hand, he quickly pushed the guard away. "Get off me," he snapped.

The guards got back on their feet, guns pointed at him. "Less of the lip, prisoner," the guard snarled. "Get back to your room."

Thornhill was careful to hide the object in his hand as he was escorted back and cuffed to his chair again. Feeling it carefully with his fingers, he could tell that what he was holding was a small blade. The knowledge made him a lot more confident since he had first been captured. I'll be out of here before they know it.

I'm coming for you, Kahn.

"Lieutenant, I've got news of Kahn."

It was Locklin. Felix called the team to a stop and picked up his COM. Trying to contain his excitement, he asked, "Did you find him, sir?"

"Yes. He's hiding in the outskirts New Celje. Recon teams confirmed it twenty minutes ago. As promised, I've sent in someone to pick your team up so you can find him and rescue Thornhill." There was a pause. "But you don't have much time."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"HighCom got the news too. And they've authorized heavy carpet bombing on Kahn's location."

"They what?"

"I tried to reason with them, Lieutenant. But they're willing to lose Thornhill if it means taking out Kahn. At this point, I don't think they're concerned with capturing him anymore."

Felix felt his hopes plummet. New Celje was quite a ways from Three Gates. How was he going to get there in time?

"Martel? Are you still there?"

"Yes...yes, sir."

"Listen closely. Three years ago, Kahn had stolen some important documents pertaining to some secret UNSC project called ORION. But someone working outside the UNSC destroyed those documents; even ONI doesn't know who. Now, all I'm authorized to tell you is that Thornhill was involved with it. I don't think it would be hard for Kahn to put the pieces together. I'm almost certain he would have found what he was looking for with Thornhill. And if those air bombers take out his place, the evidence could still survive. So you need to get into that facility and erase that evidence as well as find Thornhill. It's more important than I can tell you. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. Martel out." He closed the transmission and turned to the Marines.

"Listen, Marines. I have a new objective, and I need to take my team and get there ASAP. You'll have to clear Three Gates by yourself."

"Got it, Lieutenant. Don't worry about us."

"Morales, Cortez, Morley, let's get going."

Felix led the team in the opposite direction and towards the rendezvous point, wondering how they would get to Thornhill before the air support took him out. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice the expression on Jess' face, which had been present since she had overheard his conversation with Locklin.
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Chapter 7: Liberation and Rebirth
The explosions were getting worse. Air strikes, no doubt about it.

They had been going on all afternoon, and Thornhill was impressed that the building was still holding. Of course, it wasn't very a comforting feeling to be inside a building that was getting carpet-bombed, but he had enough experience to know that panicking wouldn't do him any good.

In the meantime, he was trying to unlock his cuffs with the knife he had taken from the guard. Under normal circumstances, it would take him about thirty seconds to pick a lock with a blade, but Thornhill was trying not to let the guards hear the sound of the knife working around inside the cuffs' lock, as well as keeping himself from moving his arms. So far, they hadn't noticed anything; they were looking too nervous about the UNSC bombers to notice him. One good thing about these air strikes is that they make a lot of noise. He himself heard the cuffs click several times, but he wasn't compromised yet.

And he almost had it unlocked. Two more turns, then one...and with a click, the cuffs opened. Thornhill quickly grabbed them so they wouldn't hit the floor. He took the knife in one hand, the cuffs in another. Keeping his eyes trained on the two guards, he flicked the blade at the one on the left.

The guard flinched, but didn't have time to react as it planted itself in his forehead. Spurting blood from the wound, the rebel fell to the floor.

The other guard was gaping at his dead companion in shock, and was about to raise his weapon when Thornhill flung the handcuffs at him. They wrapped themselves around the guard's throat, and he dropped his rifle as he clutched his neck, choking.

Thornhill jumped forward, crashing to the floor as the cuffs in his feet restrained him. But he managed to grab the first guard's rifle. He shot the remaining rebel, dropping him instantly. Without wasting another second, he retrieved his knife and uncuffed his feet in seconds.

He stood up, taking a few more magazines off the dead guards as he did so. He flung open the door and stepped into the hallway, allowing himself the slightest hint of a smile.

Time for some payback.

Felix barely paid attention to the instructions given to him by the landing crew as the Skyfurrow settled onto the landing pad. They had made it to New Celje faster than he had expected, but he was still on edge. We need transport to the outskirts, ASAP.

He did come to notice that Jess was quieter than usual. She must be worried about Thornhill too.

The next half hour went by in a blur as they took three Warthogs and sped across New Celje with a full squad of Marines. There was a bit of rebel activity here too, but nothing as bad as Three Gates. At least the UNSC didn't have to evacuate the city. But there were districts here and there that looked a bit shot up, or burning, or filled with abandoned vehicles. ''Just when things were getting better in Three Gates. Guess Kahn's a lot more forceful here. The fighting just started, what, three hours ago? We'd better take him out, and fast—''

"Watch it! Rockets!" shouted the Marine riding shotgun with Felix. He spotted them a split second later, rebels on the rooftops with rocket launchers, firing down on them.

"Scatter!" he shouted. The three Warthogs split off in different directions as the rockets came down on the street. One exploded ten feet in front of him, just outside the splash damage range. He drove through the fireball, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the heat wash over them—

And they were out. Looking up, Felix felt his heart sink as he saw one of the Warthogs flaming in the engine, listing off the road as they tried to outpace the rebels. It was Jess' vehicle. She looked fine, still behind the wheel, fighting for traction, but the others didn't look so good. Cortez was slumped over beside her, and the two Marines sitting in the back were both bleeding heavily.

"Jess! Get them back to base!" he shouted. "Sergeant, split up! We'll rendezvous at the outskirts, but we've got to shake these rebels!"

Jess nodded and turned her damaged Warthog right at the next intersection. Morales kept going straight, and Felix pulled to the left, hoping to find a quick detour that wouldn't take him off course.

Avoiding the areas that weren't closed off to traffic so as to maintain speed, he soon reached the outskirts, and stopped the Warthog a fair distance from the rebel facility. The air strikes had stopped, but it was still standing, barely.

He contacted Locklin. "Sir, I'm on location. Orders?" He wondered if the Colonel had been able to call off the bombers.

The voice that responded certainly wasn't Locklin's. It was far too cold. "Your orders, Lieutenant Martel, are to detonate the charges that are lined around the rebel facility."

"Who is this? Where's Locklin?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Locklin has been relieved. The remainder of this operation will be run by the Naval Special Warfare Command. We've halted our aircraft after a rebel anti-air cannon was deployed."

''Rebel AA cannon? Is this entire planet going to hell?''

"However, we've sent in several stealth teams to line the perimeter of the facility with explosives. As a member of the Naval Special Forces, you have been sent the clearance code. Now detonate them."

Felix's mind raced. "But why didn't you send in a team to take out Kahn? And find Thornhill?"

"Lieutenant, we do not have time to answer your questions. Our priority is to take out that armoured facility. Do it now!"

Felix gritted his teeth. What the hell is Naval Command thinking? He gripped his COM tightly, trying to think of what to do.

"Negative, sir. I have orders from Colonel Locklin to retrieve some important documents from the facility. Requesting backup."

"That order has been redacted, Lieutenant Martel. Now detonate the explosives."

''Where the hell is Morales? He should have been here by now.'' Felix sighed. It would be suicide to take on a facility full of rebels with just a team of four. I hope Thornhill made it out. He turned back to the Warthog.

"Marines, we're leaving."

He shut off his COM, cutting off the NavSpecWar officer in mid-sentence.

"You are disobeying a direct order, soldier! You will be court-martialled—"

Felix started the engine. The Marines obediently climbed on board, and he turned the Warthog around and drove them away from the facility.

Felix found Jess in their quarters. She was sitting on her bed and looking flustered.

"How's Cortez?" he asked.

"He'll live," she said. "He's pretty badly hurt though. Did you find Thornhill? And where's Morales?"

He looked startled. "He's not back?"

"I've been trying to call him on the radio for the last hour. Still no response."

"Damn," Felix said, stepping out of the room again. "Alright, wait here. I'll go find him."

"No," Jess said suddenly. "I'll go."

"What?" He turned around, surprised.

"He's my superior officer, and I've been stuck on this ship for the whole day."

"Jess, this is dangerous. Stay here."

She stood up angrily. "I'm a Marine, Felix Martel. I've been in the military longer than you. Just because you're Special Forces doesn't mean you need to feel protective of me."

"That's not it—" he began.

"Then what? Don't think I can take care of myself? Listen, Lieutenant, I've done enough waiting around while people out there are getting killed. So do me a favour and don't try to stop me." Jess made to walk out the door, but he blocked her with one arm.

Then she snapped. "Will you stay the fuck out of my way!" she yelled, grabbing his arm and trying to twist it. He countered by slipping out of her grip and grabbing her by the wrist. She tried to hit him with her other hand, but he grabbed that as well. Then he held her at arm's length, while she struggled to free herself.

"Jess, calm down," Felix said, but she wasn't listening. Her foot lashed out, almost causing him to trip. It was enough for her to free herself, and she tried to spin him around and push him against the wall. But he reacted fast and grabbed her wrist again.

Then he felt her fist collide with his face. It was a hard punch, and he closed one eye, wincing. But he still had a firm grip on her, and flung her onto the bed. Ignoring the throbbing in his face, he said, "Look, Jess. I know you're worried about Morales. But you've got to trust me on this, okay?"

Jess sat up on the bunk, leaning against the wall. "Okay. Sorry about that. I just...panicked."

"That's alright. I'll be back soon." Felix turned to leave the room.

Jess swiftly pulled a tranquilizer pistol out from under her pillow and shot him in the back of the head. He was instantly knocked out and collapsed on the floor, breathing lightly.

"Sorry, Felix. But you've already put yourself in enough danger tonight." She put down the pistol, stepping over him carefully as she left the room.

"Now it's my turn."

Thornhill reloaded his rifle, coolly watching as the last rebel fell at his feet screaming. Stepping over the body, he reached the now unguarded door that led to Kahn's private quarters. He instantly recalled the code, and punched it in. The doors slid open.

Kahn was standing there with a pistol in his hand. He raised it to fire, but Thornhill was faster. The Assault Rifle barked, tearing apart the rebel's shoulder and forearm. He dropped the sidearm, howling and clutching his bloody arm. He fell to his knees.

Thornhill locked the door behind them while keeping his eye on Kahn. "There won't be anyone to save you this time."

Kahn looked up, his eyes blazing with hatred. "Go ahead and shoot me."

"You know, Kahn, I've had a lot of time to think while I've been here. At first I thought you were just another deluded rebel who blames the UNSC for all his problems."

"Don't you do that?" Kahn spat.

"No. I do not trust them, but I respect their power. And when I thought of that, I realized something." Taking a step closer, Thornhill eyed the wounded Kahn, who now looked almost pitiful. "You and I aren't that different, Kahn."

"So what? You feeling sorry for me now?"

"I also came to another conclusion," Thornhill continued, ignoring him. "You've single-handedly given the UNSC a lot of things to remember you by. You've always outsmarted them, until now. I've been aware of this for a long time, but it's only recently that I understood what it meant. The two observations I've made are connected." He smiled humourlessly. "I admire you, Kahn. More than I've ever admired the UNSC, or anybody else in my life. I don't like what you did, but I sure can imagine what you would have been capable of."

The Assault Rifle barked. Five rounds entered Kahn's chest, throwing him back against the wall. The rebel leader slumped to the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. Thornhill watched him steely-eyed.

"Maybe I can show the world what you would have been capable of," he murmured to the body. "And I'll show them the single difference between us." He walked around the bed to Kahn's database, which contained all the information he and his men had access to. Thornhill quickly found the data on Project ORION and deleted it.

"I don't make mistakes."

That atrocity of a military program was one thing the world never needed to see more of. And certainly not in the hands of the rebels.

Bringing his attention to the rest of Kahn's data, Thornhill found everything he needed. Funding, resources, underground contacts, everything he would need to set out and make his life how he wanted it to be. He would take Kahn's place, not as a rebel leader, but as a mercenary. One who took no sides and asked no questions. Fending for myself, just like I always wanted.

''The world will remember David Kahn. But that name now belongs to me.''

Felix stood in the doorway with his arms crossed as he saw them approach. As Jess passed him, she gave him a half-mischievous smile, but he just stared back. He was relieved to see her back, and that Morales was with her, but he kept his face straight as the Staff Sergeant entered the shuttle as well.

When both Marines were inside, Felix entered behind them and shut the ramp. Turning on his COM, he ordered the Skyfurrow to take off and enter Slipspace, and returned to his quarters.

Jess was already there, setting her equipment down under the bed. Hearing the door slide open, she turned around. "Found him pinned down with at least fifty rebels on his ass. But we managed to pull him out. Told you I'd find him, didn't I?"

Felix didn't look amused. "Jess, you shot me."

"No," she said, still smiling. "I knocked you out. There is a difference."

"Jess, Thornhill has been missing for over a month now," he said, raising his voice a little. "Kahn is still holding out in the outskirts, and we're two weeks late on getting back to Reach and making our report. I'm currently the ranking officer, and you disobeyed a direct order and discharged a weapon on me."

She didn't seem to look worried. In fact, the smile was more evident than ever. "So what are you going to do? Have me court-martialled?"

"No," he said. "But listen—"

Jess sighed. "You know something, Felix. You've really changed these last few years. You've...grown up."

The look of exasperation vanished from Felix's expression. His gaze dropped, and they both just stood quietly in the room for a minute. "Do you know why I didn't want you to go?" he asked finally.

This question caught her off guard. "Why?"

"Because...I love you. I realized it a while ago, but...there wasn't time to tell you."

Felix turned back to look directly at Jess. He saw a faint trace of a smile that was...different. They just stared at each other for a few moments, still not moving.

Then an adventurous gleam appeared in Jess' eyes. Taking two steps, she walked over to him, and put an arm around him. Then she walked them over to the bunk.

"Why do you think I didn't let you go?" she said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because I love you too."

And then she pushed him.

Felix cried out in surprise and struggled to keep his balance, but he fell over onto her bed.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"What do you think we're doing?" she replied, reaching up to her neck. She unbuttoned her uniform and cast it onto the floor. He sat up from the bed and just watched her, puzzled. As she bent over to undo her boots, she looked up and said, "Well, come on. Don't make me wait for you."

Felix finally realized what she meant. Quickly, he undid his Navy fatigues, throwing it onto the floor like her, and pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside as well.

When they were both done, Jess joined him on the bottom bunk, laying her hands on his chest and pulling herself on top of him.

"Have you ever done this before?" she whispered in his ear.

"No."

"Good. Neither have I."

She rolled over, pulling him on top. Felix put his arms around her back as they moved. He could feel the warmth of Jess' body wherever they touched, dispelling the cold of the room. He tried to keep most of his weight off her at first, but quickly realized how tiring it was, and how awkward it felt for both of them. He was surprised by how much of his weight she could keep on top of her.

They kept going for a good ten minutes, before Felix began to feel the cold across his back. "Jess," he mumbled, but she put a finger over his mouth.

"Shh," she whispered. "My turn."

They rolled over again, and now she was on top, pushing her body against him. She seemed to be a lot more of a natural than him, running her hands down places that would give him chills. As she leaned over, her hair fell against his face, and he pushed it aside. Jess' face was less than an inch away from his, her eyes looking into his; the unspoken words passing between as the next few minutes did as well.

Then Felix felt it coming, a rushing sensation that ran up his body. He arched as back as he felt it give way, and at the same time, Jess gave a satisfied moan. He relaxed, laying flat on the bunk and panting. Jess laid on top of him with her head on his chest for a few moments, breathing heavily as well. Then she rolled off and laid beside him. He could feel his sweat turn cold as she did so.

"Jess?"

"Mmm?"

"I don't think I want to sleep on the top bunk right now."

"That's alright," she murmured, pulling a blanket over them. "It's too soon anyway."
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Chapter 8: Court-Martial
The battle on Taradia was over. The last of the rebel forces that were willing to go down fighting were killed, and the handful that survived were brought into custody. A few infantry teams were dispatched to comb the cities and make sure everything was clear.

The news had come in three days ago. An entire platoon of Marines had breached the rebel facility in New Celje and found David Kahn's body in his private quarters. It had explained why the ferocity of the rebels' attack had slackened. The only thing they couldn't explain was who had killed him.

Something else to think about, on top of everything else, Felix thought. Although the rebel presence on Taradia was more or less eradicated, it was hardly considered a victory for the UNSC. Over a dozen cities needed maintenance to recover, the most severe being in Three Gates and New Celje. The civilian casualties had racked up to a devastating 34,000, and at least 700 soldiers had been killed in the skirmishes as well. It was one of the most disastrous conflicts to have occurred between two sides that weren't in open war. And worse, it left a lasting impression in the minds of everyone who knew the full details of the past seven weeks.

Felix remembered his last insertion on the ground, when Kahn had been tracked down to New Celje. ''Naval Command wanted me specifically to destroy that facility. Why? And why didn't they do it after I refused?''

And where's Thornhill? The Marines had searched the entire facility, but found no sign of the Lieutenant. The rebels couldn't have killed him, could they?

He must be alive, he thought with absolute certainty. ''Thornhill must have freed himself and taken out Kahn. But then...what? What happened to him?''

Felix's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A UNSC guard marched in. "Get up. You're going back to Reach by cruiser."

Without a word, Felix walked out of the brig and headed for the Pelican that was prepped for him.

He had been taken into custody two days ago for dereliction of duty. He hadn't told Jess, but she found out anyway when the guards showed up at the Skyfurrow and brought him in. He had tried not to look at her as he was taken away.

Jess wasted no time as she drove recklessly through the streets. She had barely gotten off the Skyfurrow half an hour ago when it set down on Reach, and now she was back on New Alexandria's freeways. The thought that filled her mind for the last few days snapped her into action. I have to find Anton.

She, along with Morales and Cortez, had been given leave after the harrowing operation, but she had so much on her mind that she hardly felt relieved at the break. She had hardly gotten any sleep since Felix had been taken into custody, and couldn't get rid of the despair that clung to her on the trip back to Epsilon Eridani. But after she calmed herself, she realized that there was one person that could help him. Anton.

Jess reached Anton's building in a matter of minutes, rushing past the protesting receptionist and straight into his office. He was seated behind his desk, looking up as she closed the door behind her. She noticed that he was now wearing the gold oak leaves and two-and-a-half stripe insignia of a Lieutenant Commander on his shoulders, but she decided to address it later. He raised an eyebrow.

"You phoned ahead and told me you've landed on Reach," he said. "That was ten minutes ago. The spaceport, if I recall correctly, is at least a half-hour drive from here."

"Not now, Anton," Jess panted, "I have a lot to tell you."

"Something's wrong," he said. Not as a question, but as a statement.

"Felix is in trouble. He's been taken into custody and is about to be court-martialled."

This caught him by surprise; the sudden change in expression was evident on his face. "I wasn't expecting that," he said quietly, giving her his full attention. "How did it happen?"

"He disobeyed a direct order given by NavSpecWar during our mission. Refused to detonate an enemy building and allowed multiple hostiles to escape into a civilian area."

Anton winced. "Sounds like a tough case. I don't know if I can pull him out of that one. I'll do what I can though." He turned his attention to a screen and tapped it. Reading its contents carefully, he said, "Operation: TRIUMVIRATE, right? We've been hearing about that here a lot. I've received a few documents from ONI myself pertaining to a few isolated cases." He leaned forward. "So David Kahn has been confirmed as KIA. That's good news, at least."

"We'll worry about that later, Anton," Jess said. "We need to help Felix."

"Okay. How long is your leave?"

"One week."

"Good. His trial is in ten days. I'll volunteer to defend his case. Are you going to help me out?"

Jess' stance finally relaxed, and she sat down across from him. "I wouldn't leave if you asked me to."

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"Sir, with all due respect, it was a direct order. And he disobeyed it without reason. If you ask me, he must be concerned about his friend. That kind of emotion has no place in the field—"

"Enough! You have no idea what you're interfering with. Don't you think the circumstances are suspicious enough?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Captain—"

"Shut up. Listen, you don't know what this is about, so you'd better keep your nose out of it. If anyone looks into this case—and make no mistake, Commander, someone's going to have the brains to do it—they're going to find fault with your actions, not Lieutenant Martel's. Now give this some thought. I need him more than I need you and your team, but I'm going to stick my neck out and make sure none of you get so much as demoted. But I'm warning you, my patience is running thin. I've got a top-level project to run, and you'd better hope for your sake that you don't come anywhere near this again. Do you understand me?"

"...Yes, sir."

"Good. Now get the hell out of my office. I've got a lot of work to do with this case, thanks to you."

"This court-martial is now in session," the judge said.

Anton looked away from the documents sitting in front of him to take a look at the opposition. The prosecutor for this case was Major Jodie Garraway, a JAG officer who had been described as "predatory" by many in court sessions. She hadn't taken on more than a dozen clients throughout her career, but often stepped up to convict others. She usually succeeded too. He had no doubt that any high-ranking officer with the right connections would call upon her to deal with someone they wanted discharged or disgraced. She didn't look particularly like the ruthless lawyer her reputation put her out to be, but he wasn't fooled. This case isn't going to be easy with her as prosecutor. He hoped that at least Commander Pedrick, the judge, was a fair one.

Anton put Garraway out of his mind for the moment and turned his attention to Felix. He didn't look particularly nervous, despite the fact that his career was on the line. In fact, he looked...preoccupied. There was something in his face that was always present from the moment Anton had seen him arrive on Reach. As if he was thinking about something other than the issue at hand.

Anton felt a momentary irritation. ''He's worked pretty hard to get this far in the Navy. The least he could do is be a little worried.''

"Will the defendant please rise."

Felix coolly stood up, his eyes on Pedrick.

Then again, the important thing is for him not to get jittery, Anton thought. I guess he's learned that in the Special Forces. For someone who was only nineteen, the kid could sure look professional in dress whites. Felix looked as if he was attending a ceremony and not a court-martial. His court-martial.

"Please state your name, rank, and duty station," the judge said.

"Lieutenant Felix Martel. Special Forces field officer, Taradian Naval Base 271-36." Felix's voice was clear and sharp, and there wasn't even a hint of a tremble in his voice.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, only the truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"I do."

"Lieutenant Martel, you have been accused of insubordination, dereliction of duty, and wilfully disobeying a superior commissioned officer. How do you plead?"

Anton stood up. "My client pleads not guilty, Your Honour."

"Defence may call its first witness," Pedrick said, writing something on the sheet of paper in front of him.

"Defence calls Staff Sergeant Lester Morales," Anton said.

Morales stood up and approached the stand, his hands folded behind his back.

"State your name, rank, and duty station," Anton said, stepping away from his seat to stand across from him.

"Staff Sergeant Lester Morales, Marine Corps infantry NCO, Taradian Naval Base 271-36."

"Sergeant, you were assigned to the same Special Forces team as Lieutenant Martel, were you not?"

"That's correct, sir."

"How long did you work with him?"

"About six months, sir."

"Quite a lengthy period of time. Enough for you to get to know Lieutenant Martel very well. What were your observations of him during the timespan of your assignment?"

"He's an outstanding officer and is a quick thinker. He was the right one for NavSpecWar to send to Taradia."

"Does he seem like the type of soldier to disobey a direct order?"

"No, he doesn't. Not unless he had a very good reason."

"Objection!" Garraway said, standing up. "The defence has asked a question that condones speculation when the defendant has already admitted to disobeying orders."

"Correction, Major," Anton said. "Defence would like to determine the motives rather than the actions, since the latter is already clear to everyone present. As Sergeant Morales said, Lieutenant Martel would only disobey a direct order if he had a very good reason."

"Your Honour, I would like to have that remark stricken," Garraway said. "The defence obviously prefers to deal with opinions rather than solid facts which could distort the truths we are trying to reach in this case."

"Overruled," Pedrick said.

Anton was surprised by the decision, but decided not to let it show. Still, he would have thought things would have gone bad. ''We're not even two minutes into the case, and Garraway's already going for the offensive. And I think she's just getting started.''

"Prosecution may question the defendant," the judge continued. Garraway immediately stood up, and so did Felix. He took the stand, and she stood in front of him.

"Lieutenant Martel, you were ordered to destroy a rebel facility during Operation: TRIUMVIRATE using a series of charges, is that right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Felix said.

"Then why did you not do it?"

"Because those orders are in conflict with ones I had received previously during the operation."

"Which ones?"

"Ma'am, that question isn't relevant to this case."

"Lieutenant, whether the question is relevant or not is not for you to decide. So answer it."

"Objection!" Anton said. "Your Honour, I believe the prosecution is exceeding her authority in her methods of questioning my client."

"Sustained," Pedrick said. "Major Garraway, you may either ask the defendant a relevant question or take a seat."

Garraway didn't show the slightest hint of frustration. Looking as composed as ever, she said, "Lieutenant Martel, from whom did you receive your previous orders from?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Julius Locklin, ma'am."

"Who happened to be replaced by a representative from Naval Special Warfare Command. As you were well aware."

"Yes, ma'am. But my orders still stood. And since the Naval officer did not identify himself, I was unsure whether his authority exceeded Colonel Locklin's."

"But that still doesn't change the fact that you were given orders by a superior officer and chose to disobey them, does it?"

"Unless the orders are conflicted and I haven't been authorized to scrap my previous orders—" Felix began.

"Answer the question, Lieutenant," Garraway said, easily cutting him short. His expression hardened very slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"No, ma'am, it doesn't."

"No further questions, your Honour," the Major said, turning her back to Felix and walking away from the stand.

"Defence may call its next witness," Pedrick said.

Anton gave a silent exhale. ''Don't worry, Felix. We're not done yet.'' He stood up and said, "Defence calls Private First Class Dean Ritzer to the stand."

As the Marine took the stand, Anton took his spot across from him. "Private Ritzer, were you part of the team that accompanied Lieutenant Martel to the rebel facility?"

"I was, sir."

"And did you recall the reason you were sent there?"

"Lieutenant Martel was to retrieve several important documents from the facility, sir. My team was to provide backup for him."

"Thank you, Private. So you were confused by the change in orders?"

Garraway got to her feet. "Objection! The defence's question requires an opinionated answer and is one that disputes something that is already a fact."

Anton turned his attention to her. "Major, I assure you, my question has a purpose. Like I said, what we need to know is the motive and not the action—"

"Your Honour, I would like to question the Private in Lieutenant Commander Morley's stead," she said, ignoring him.

Anton could have sworn he noticed Pedrick hesitate. But the answer came just when the thought entered his mind. "Granted. You may take a seat, Commander Morley."

Anton sat down next to Felix without a word, trying to think of something to say. But nothing came into his mind. ''I'll have to wait for her to finish before I try anything. Dammit, I'm starting to lose control of this case.''

Garraway stood in front of the Marine and looked down at him, her hands behind her back. "Private Ritzer, what would you do if an officer told you that your CO was relieved and gave you clear, precise orders?"

What happened to avoiding opinionated questions? Anton thought. But he knew better than to contradict her; he knew without looking that just about everyone in the room would approve of the question. Including me.

"That would depend on the circumstances, ma'am," Ritzer said uncertainly.

"Would you obey it, if you had no reason to do otherwise?"

"I suppose so."

"Can you think of any reason for Lieutenant Martel to have disobeyed?"

"We were supposed to retrieve something important, but—"

"Private, how long have you been in the military?"

"About eleven months, ma'am."

"Have you ever received overriding or updated orders while in the middle of an operation?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then would you, under these circumstances, have obeyed the orders given to you, had you been in Lieutenant Martel's place?"

"I would, ma'am."

"Your Witness," Garraway said coolly, walking back to her seat.

Okay, here goes. Anton stood up once again, and hoping the next witness he called would turn the court case in their favour, said her name in a firm, steady voice.

"Defence calls Lance Corporal Jess Morley to the stand."

For the first time, he saw Felix look up at Jess as she made her way to the front. Strange, Anton thought. ''He knew she was here the whole time. But what is it that he's thinking?'' Jess had been working on the case with him ever since she got back. He had thought it was just determination, but at times, he wondered if it was more than that. There had been a sort of feverishness in her that couldn't even be explained away by her friendship with Felix. And Anton could still see it in her eyes, even though she looked outwardly calm and almost indifferent.

He put his curiosity aside and returned his attention to the matter at hand, and made to stand up, but Garraway turned back to him at that moment. "Your Honour, may I question Corporal Morley? Seeing as the Commander is related to her, I think it's best if she answers questions that are made by...someone who's less likely to be biased."

''What? She can't do that!'' Trying to contain the anger in his voice, Anton said, "Your Honour, I object! Major Garraway here is making assumptions that the defence is incapable of being unbiased, when she has no reason to do so."

Pedrick paused, looking from one JAG officer to the other. "Overruled."

Furious, he sat down, struggling to maintain his composure. He barely noticed the first two questions Garraway asked Jess, but caught himself and returned to taking in the exchange.

"Corporal Morley, would you obey a direct order if it were given to you by a superior officer?"

"Objection!" Anton snapped. "The prosecution has already asked the question to another witness. She has no reason to do so again."

"I am linking this question to the ones I have made previously, Lieutenant Commander," Garraway said coldly. "Perhaps if you actually paid attention to the case, you would know that."

She's baiting me, Anton thought. But I can't let her get to me. Ignoring the jibe, he said, "You are not here to gather opinions from every witness we question, Major. I suggest you stop doing so."

She gave a hint of an amused smile, but turned back to Jess without another word to him. "Corporal Morley, the Special Forces team you were assigned to was initially led by Lieutenant Hector Thornhill, is that correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jess said tersely.

"I see. So Lieutenant Martel was the second-in-command. What were your observations of his ability to lead the team after Lieutenant Thornhill was declared MIA?"

"He was...is a very good leader, ma'am. As Sergeant Morales said, he thinks on his feet and carried out the operation by outsmarting the rebels."

"Was that all, Corporal? Did you, perhaps...observe more than simply leadership in Lieutenant Martel?"

Anton was surprised by the question; if rephrased a bit less formally, it was one that could be even personal. But what surprised him even more was the sudden uncertainly in Jess' expression. He had expected her to immediately give a negative response to the question. But she looked like she was struggling with herself. He took in the scenario in less than a second, and thinking quickly, got to his feet. "Objection! The question is provocative and derogatory towards the witness." He felt a sudden spasm of nervousness. Just how observant was Garraway? If she noticed something about Jess that even he hadn't, then this case was about to get a lot worse.

Anton stood there for what seemed like an eternity, forcing himself to hold the judge's gaze. Finally, the answer was, "Sustained."

"Then, Corporal," Garraway said without missing a beat, "were you present when Lieutenant Martel was at the rebel facility?"

"No...no, ma'am." There was a detectable tremor in Jess' voice.

"What was your reaction when he told you he disobeyed a direct order?"

Jess' mouth was moving, but they weren't forming words. She now looked completely overwhelmed by nervousness.

"Did he even tell you that he disobeyed an order?" Garraway asked quietly.

"...No, he didn't."

''Right. I need to know what's going on.'' Anton stood up. "Your Honour, I'd like to request a fifteen-minute recess to confer with council."

"Very well," Pedrick said. "We'll resume at 1020 hours."

Anton maintained his impassiveness as he stepped outside the courtroom and down the stone steps. He spotted Jess standing by a nearby fountain and approached her briskly, placing his discussion with the council out of his mind.

She must have noticed him too, because she straightened slightly, looking almost stiff. ''I feel like I'm going to interrogate her or something. What does she know that I don't?''

Anton considered standing in front of her, but he didn't want to look constraining. Instead, he stood next to her, leaning against the fountain. "What do you think so far?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, a little quietly.

"How are we doing?"

"Well, for one, that Garraway is a pain in the ass."

"I know what you mean. I've seen her cases before. She's good."

"Don't beat around the bush, Anton. I know you have something to ask me."

He raised an eyebrow. "You could be a lawyer yourself with those observational skills. Not to mention lack of common courtesy."

"Anton, you've been talking to council for ten minutes. The case resumes in five. So if there's something you need to know, just ask."

She looked a bit on edge, and it wasn't just the sleep deprivation either. "You're right," he admitted. "I noticed that you seemed pretty tense in that courtroom. Is there something about Felix I should know about?"

Jess looked away. "I don't know how to tell you this, Anton," she whispered. "He's given up so much to join the Navy, and now he might not even have that."

He could tell that there was more to it than that. "What else? You've been acting unusual this past week. You haven't been yourself."

"I hadn't seen him for three years after he left Reach. When I was assigned with him again, he was so different." It sounded like she was talking more to herself. "I never thought I'd...fall in love with him." She turned back to him, looking straight at him. She was waiting for his reaction.

Anton was caught by surprise by the statement, yet he felt that he shouldn't have. ''Of course.. She's worried she might lose him.''

He took Jess' hand and squeezed it. "We can talk about this later. But for now, let's get Felix off the hook."

She gave a small nod, and walked back towards the courtroom. Without another word, he followed.

Anton returned to his seat for what felt like the fiftieth time, having refuted Garraway's statements again. At least, he did his best. He felt as if she was backing him into a corner.

The afternoon had been harrowing; the Major had attacked Felix with question after question, and she often left them hanging in the air to make him look guilty. Anton had been very much relieved when the jury said that they hadn't reached a verdict yet even when it was evening. But he had redoubled his efforts to try and think of something to pull Felix out of this.

I know there's something. It had been bothering him since Jess told him what happened. Something wasn't quite right. ''But what?"

"The prosecution may begin its testimony," Pedrick said.

Garraway stood up in the blink of an eye. "The prosecution calls Lieutenant Martel to the stand."

Felix wordlessly took the stand.

"Lieutenant Martel, when you disobeyed orders, were you aware that it would have repercussions?" asked Garraway, pacing in front of Felix.

"Ma'am? I consider every action I make to have repercussions," he replied.

"I don't just mean for you. Were you aware that because you refused to detonate the charges, others had to risk their lives to neutralize the rebel force in your place?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"The entire effort took two days. Eleven Marines were killed and eight wounded. All because you refused to take the simple action of detonating the charges like you were ordered."

Felix's head jerked up, and he stared at her almost angrily. "I have one question, ma'am. Why was it so important that I detonate those charges?"

Anton gave a start. What?

"I was on Taradia for the duration of Operation: TRIUMVIRATE. I was taking orders from Lieutenant Colonel Julius Locklin the whole time. When I was at the rebel base, I was told that he was 'relieved', and then I was given a code to detonate a number of charges supposedly placed around the rebel base."

He never told me this, Anton thought. His mind was whirling. ''This changes everything. I know how to win this case.'' He finally realized what was out of place.

"Why were the charges not detonated by whoever set them?" Felix continued. "Or why were they not detonated by someone else after I refused?"

To her credit, Garraway recovered fairly quickly. "That's classified information, Lieutenant. What you need to be concerned with is that you deliberately—"

Anton leapt to his feet. "Major, are you claiming to have access to said information?"

"That's not what I—"

"Then it's speculation. You are speculating upon something that can completely change the direction of this case, while omitting the facts that you may find against your favour. Would you say that's becoming of a lawyer?"

Garraway's expression tightened. "That's not for me to say, Commander."

"That's alright, Major. I'm sure the jury knows the answer to that."

"Does the defence have any last remarks?" Pedrick asked, having apparently "forgotten" that Garraway wasn't finished. Anton took the opportunity.

"No, Your Honour," he said.

"Very well. I think we've heard everything we needed to. If the jury would please leave the courtroom to decide on a verdict."

A look of anger flashed across Garraway's face for the first time, for the briefest moment. She took a seat wordlessly.

Here goes, Anton thought. ''It's out of my hands now. I've done everything I can here to prove Felix innocent.''

I just hope the jurors feel the same.

None of the twelve jurors looked surprised to see Captain Warson sitting in the jury room. But they didn't say anything until the door was closed behind them.

"Well?" he asked as they took their seats.

"Lieutenant Commander Morley has found the ace in the hole," one of the jurors said.

"Took him long enough," the Captain said. "Things were getting ugly. But at least you boys can vote not guilty without making it look suspicious."

"If you're going to worry about someone being too obvious, worry about Commander Pedrick," said another juror. "He showed clear signs of bias throughout the court-martial—"

"I specifically picked the Commander to judge the case because he's someone we can trust. I doubt even Major Garraway would question him."

"I wouldn't be so sure," the juror muttered. "Knowing her, she'd probably go after him next."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Warson said, standing up. "That would make Garraway look like someone with a grudge. And she cares too much about her reputation to allow that to happen."

He walked around the jurors and opened a door hidden in the wall. "Wait ten minutes, then go back into the courtroom and announce your verdict. Don't make it unanimous or it'll look suspicious." He paused before leaving, and added, "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some things to tie up at Naval Command. I'll be expecting Lieutenant Martel in two weeks." He stepped out of the jury room, closing the door behind him.

The courtroom was hushed as the jurors walked back in. Anton wanted to look over to Felix, who was standing beside him, but resisted the urge. ''He's as nervous as I am. I know it.'' He couldn't help but take a furtive glance at Jess though. She was clinging the railing in front of her tightly, and her jaw was set. There was a visible line of sweat on her forehead. She looked as if she was waiting to be executed.

"Does the jury have a verdict?" Pedrick asked.

"Yes, Your Honour," said one of the jurors. "By a majority of eight to four, we find the defendant not guilty."

The judge turned his attention to Felix. "Lieutenant Felix Martel, you are hereby cleared of all charges and are free to return to active duty."

Felix snapped to attention. "Aye aye, sir!"

Pedrick struck his gavel against the sound block. "This proceeding is now at an end. Dismissed."

Breathing a visible sigh of relief, Anton nudged Felix and led him towards the door as everyone stood up to leave. As Jess joined them, he gave his sister a quick smile, which was returned. They walked out of the courtroom, the feeling of tension absent for the first time in many days.
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Chapter 9: Project ORION
Jess stepped out of her bedroom and saw Felix sitting in the living room, gazing out the window, his face in his hands. The morning view was spectacular when one was looking at it one-hundred forty-nine stories up from the ground.

"You're up early," she said, sitting down across from him.

"Yeah..." he said absently, still looking out across the still-waking up New Alexandria. "It's not everyday you get acquitted from a court-martial."

"Well, try not to get yourself into that position again," she said jokingly. When he didn't respond, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Felix turned to face her. "I didn't get a chance to ask you on Taradia, Jess. But what are we going to do? Fraternization is forbidden in the UNSC, you know that."

Jess sighed. "I know. But I think it's a little late to say anything now. Even if we confess, getting assigned to different posts will be the least of our worries. And I don't think you want to get yourself in trouble again, not when you just got out." It had been bothering her too. She just hadn't admitted it to herself.

"I'm returning to duty tomorrow. We need to figure this out now, before we get in too deep." His hands fell to the table.

She placed her hand on his. "I say we go with our instincts...and don't let this control us."

"Go with our instincts?" he repeated.

"Fight the ocean and you will drown. It's easier than lying to yourself. If you know how you feel and be honest with yourself, that's the best you can do."

Unexpectedly, Felix broke out in laughter. "Geez, I didn't know you were such an expert on fraternization. You should have given me a hint."

His sarcasm instantly dispelled the heavy mood. Jess couldn't help but laugh as well. Soon they were both cracking up, one laughing even harder at the other's hysterics.

Anton's bedroom door opened, and he walked out, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know about you two, but I was trying to get my first decent night of sleep in ten days," he muttered. "So will you can it already?"

They both stared at him silently for a moment. "Yes, Your Honour," Jess said.

They burst out laughing again.
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