User:SheWhoKnows/Halo: Insurrectionist

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Chapter 1:The First Job
Derrick Valerin sat in the crowded subway terminal, watching as the minuscule and pathetic beings walked around him continuing their almost slavelike lives under control of the UNSC. Derrick glanced at his watch, then stood up and took his briefcase into the bathroom at exactly the same time as a higher up for a large banking firm did. The man walked into a stall, and Derrick quickly placed the briefcase by the sink and opened it. Inside was a M6D sidearm with a red aiming reference and an attached silencer. Derrick aimed at the stall, where he thought the bankers head would be. As he left the stall, he fired 3 rounds into his forehead, then 1 in his heart for good measure. After reloading his gun, he placed it on his magnetic hip holster and then took the 2nd item from his briefcase, a small timebomb, fastened out of stolen C-12 charges and a wrist watch. Thumbing the watch for 30 seconds, he placed it under his shirt and walked out onto the terminal. As the train neared, he tossed it on the tracks, carefully so no one would notice him. Scurrying up the stairs onto the street, Derrick tripped over several empty beer bottles. At that exact moment, a thunderous boom roared up the stairs behind him, followed by scores of screaming people. "Get up or you'll be trampled" he thought to himself. The opressive weight of the people on top of him reminded him of the UNSC, at how its lack of care for its backwater colonies caused it more harm then good. "GET UP" he screamed in his mind, feeling his rib crack. Pulling his gun from its magnet, he fired several rounds in the air, clearing the area around him from people. Reholstering the M6D mod he ran up the stairs, screaming and yelling and pointing like all the other people. His choice of a business suit back at the Unseen Hands hideout was excellent, as he blended in perfectly with the debris colored people around him. Walking out of the crowd and down an alley, he took several left and right turns before coming across the UH warehouse, where Insurrectionist bombers and raiders would stay until they could make it back to the main hideout. Derrick felt instant safety as he walked through the doors. Everyone here was his family or a comrad, and the high level of security protected from UNSC strike teams. Unlocking his room's door, he pulled off the suit and fell face flat on the bed. "Ahhh." he yawned, before falling into a cat-like sleep.