“Sir! Welcome to Camp Hathcock,” the Corporal said. “Follow this road to the inner guardpost andpresent your credentials7 there. They’ll direct you to the main compound.”
John nodded. The Warthog’s tires crunched8 on gravel9 as the massive metal gate swung open.
Nestled in the Highland10 Mountains of Reach’s northern continent, Camp Hathcock was a top-levelretreat; heads of state, VIPs, and top brass11 were the facility’s normal occupants—these and a division ofveteran, battle-hardened Marines.
“Sir, please follow the Blue Road to this point here,” the Corporal at the inner gate instructed, gesturingat a point on a wall-mounted map, “and park in the Visitors’ Parking area.”
Minutes later, the main facility was in sight. John parked the Warthog and strode across the pleasantlyfamiliar compound. He and the other Spartans12 had covertly14 made their way up here during their training.
John suppressed a smile as he remembered how many times the young Spartans had commandeeredfood and supplies from the base. He inhaled15 deeply, smelling pi.on pines and sage16. He missed thisplace. He had been away from REACH for far too long.
Reach was one of the few places that John considered “safe” from the Covenant17. There were a hundredships and twenty Mark V MAC guns on the orbital stations overhead. Those guns were powered byfusion generators18, buried deep within REACH. Each Mark V could propel a projectile19 so massive, andwith such velocity20, he doubted if even Covenant shields could withstand a single salvo from them.
His home would not fall.
Tall fences and razor wire encircled the inner compound of Camp Hathcock. The Master Chief stoppedat the inner gate and saluted the MP there.
The Marine MP looked over the Master Chief in his dress uniform. He snapped to attention—his mouthdropped open and he stared unblinkingly. “They’re waiting for you, Master Chief, sir. Please go right onin.”
The guard’s reaction to the Master Chief—and the medals on his chest—was not uncommon21.
First word of the Spartans and their accomplishments22 had spread despite the cloak of secrecy23 ONI hadtried to surround them with. Three years ago the information had gone public at Admiral Stanforth’sinsistence—for morale24 purposes.
It was hard to mistake the Master Chief for anything other than a Spartan13. He stood just over two meterstall and weighed in at 130 kilos of rock-hard muscle and iron-dense bone.
There was a special insignia on his uniformed as well: a golden eagle poised25 with its talons27 forward—ready to strike. The bird clutched a lightning bolt in one talon26 and three arrows in the other.
The Spartan insignia was not the only thing about his dress uniform that called attention to him.
Campaign ribbons and medals covered the left side. Chief Mendez would have been proud of him, butJohn had long ago stopped keeping track of the honors that had been heaped upon him.
He didn’t like the flashy ornamentation. He and the other Spartans preferred to be inside their MJOLNIRarmor. Without it, he felt exposed somehow, like he’d left his quarters without his skin. He had grownused to the enhanced speed and strength, to his thought and actions melding instantaneously.
The Master Chief marched into the main building. Outwardly, it had been designed to look like a simplelog cabin, albeit28 a large one. Its inner walls were lined with Titanium-A armor plate, and undergroundwere bunkers and plush conference rooms that extended a hundred meters below the earth and into themountain of rock.
He rode the elevator to Subbasement III. There, he was instructed by the Military Police attendant towait in the debriefing29 lounge for the committee to summon him.
Corporal Harland sat in the lounge, reading a copy ofSTARS magazine, nervously30 tapping his foot. Heimmediately stood and saluted as the Master Chief entered the room.
“At ease, Corporal,” the Master Chief said. He glanced disapprovingly31 at the thickly padded couchesand decided32 to stand.
The Corporal stared at the Master Chief’s uniform, nervous. Finally he straightened and said, “May I askyou a question, sir?”
The Master Chief nodded.
“How do you get to be a Spartan? I mean—” His gaze fell to the floor. “I mean, if someone wanted tojoin your outfit33. How would they do that?”
Join? The Master Chief pondered the word. How hadhe joined? Dr. Halsey had picked him and the otherSpartans twenty-five years ago. It had been an honor . . . but he had never actuallyjoined . In fact, he hadnever seen any other Spartans other than his class. Once, shortly after he’d “graduated” from thetraining, he had overheard Dr. Halsey mention that Chief Mendez was training another group ofSpartans. He had never seen them—or the Chief.
“You don’t join,” he finally told the Corporal. “You are selected.”
“I see,” Corporal Harland said, and wrinkled his brow. “Well, sir, if anyone ever asks, tell them to signme up.”
The Military Police attendant appeared. “Corporal Harland? They’re ready for you now.” A set ofdouble doors opened on the far wall. Harland gave John another salute6, and nodded.
As the Corporal got up and strode toward the doors, he passed an older man on his way out. He wore theuniform of a UNSC Naval34 officer, a Captain. John sized the man up quickly—polished shoulderinsignia, new material. The man was a newly ordained35 Captain.
John stood at attention and snapped a precision salute. “Officer on the deck,” John barked.
The Captain paused, and looked John up and down. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes as hereturned the salute. “As you were, Master Chief.”
John stood at ease. The Captain’s name—Keyes, J.—was embroidered36 on the dress-gray tunic37. Johnrecognized the name immediately: Captain Keyes, the hero of Sigma Octanus.At least, he thought,one ofthe surviving heroes.
Keyes glanced at the Master Chief’s uniform. His eyes lingered on the Spartan insignia, and then on theMaster Chief’s serial-number tag just under the stripes of his rank emblem38. A faint smile appeared onthe Captain’s face. “It’s good to see you again, Chief.”
“Sir?” The Master Chief had never met Captain Keyes. He had heard of his tactical brilliance39 at SigmaOctanus, but he had never met the man face-to-face.
“We met a very long time ago. Dr. Halsey and I—” He stopped. “Hell. I’m not allowed to talk about it.”
“Of course, sir. I understand.”
The Military Police attendant appeared in the hallway. “Captain Keyes, you’re wanted topside byAdmiral Stanforth.”
The Captain nodded to the attendant. “In a moment,” he said. He stepped closer to the Master Chief andwhispered, “Be careful in there. The ONI brass are—” He searched for the right word. “—irritated bythe end results of our encounter with the Covenant at Sigma Octanus. I’d keep my head down in there.”
He glanced back toward the debriefing-chamber40 doors.
“Irritated, sir?” John asked, genuinely puzzled. He would have thought the UNSC top brass would beelated by the victory, despite its cost. “But we won.”
Captain Keyes took a step back and cocked a quizzical eyebrow41. “Didn’t Dr. Halsey ever teach you thatwinning isn’t everything, Master Chief?” He saluted. “You’ll excuse me.”
John saluted. He was so confused by Captain Keyes’ statement that he kept saluting42 as the Captainwalked out of the room.
Winningwas everything. How could someone with Captain Keyes’ reputation think otherwise?
The Master Chief tried to recall if he had ever read anything like that in any military history orphilosophy texts. What else was there other than winning? The only other obvious choice was losing . . .
and he had long been taught that defeat was an unacceptable alternative. Certainly, Captain Keyes didn’tmean that they should havelost at Sigma Octanus?
Unthinkable.
He stood silently for ten minutes mulling this over. Finally the Military Police attendant entered thewaiting room. “They’re ready for you now, sir.”
The double doors opened and Corporal Harland came out. The young man’s eyes were glazed43 and hetrembled slightly. He looked worse than he had looked when the Master Chief had found him on SigmaOctanus IV.
The Master Chief gave a curt44 nod to the Corporal and then entered the debriefing chamber. The doorsclosed behind him.
His eyes instantly adjusted to the dark room. A large, curved desk dominated the far end of therectangular room. A domed45 ceiling curved over his head, cameras, microphone, and speakers positionedlike constellations46.
A spotlight47 snapped on and tracked the Master Chief as he approached the desk.
A dozen men and women in Navy uniforms sat in the shadows. Even with his enhanced eyesight, theMaster Chief could barely make out their scowling48 features and the glistening49 brass oak leaves and starsthrough the glare of the overhead light.
He stood at attention and saluted.
The debriefing panel ignored the Master Chief and spoke50 among themselves.
“The transmission that Keyes intercepted51 only makes sense translated this way,” a man in the shadowssaid. A holotank hummed into operation. Tiny geometric symbols danced in the air above it: squares,triangles, bars, and dots.
To the Master Chief, they looked like either Morse code or ancient Aztec hieroglyphics52.
“I will concede that point,” a woman’s voice in the darkness replied. “But translation software comes upempty. It’s not a new Covenant dialect that we’ve discovered.”
“Or a Covenant dialect at all,” someone else said.
Finally one of the officers deigned53 to notice the Master Chief. “At ease, soldier,” he said.
The Master Chief let his arm fall. “Spartan 117, reporting as ordered, sirs.”
There was a pause, then the woman’s voice spoke up, “We would like to congratulate you on yoursuccessful mission, Master Chief. You’ve certainly given us plenty to consider. We would like to pindown a few details of your mission.”
There was something in her voice that made John nervous. Not scared. But it was the same feeling hehad going into combat. The same feeling he got when bullets started flying.
“Youdo know, Master Chief,” the first male voice said, “that not answering truthfully—or omitting anyrelevant details will lead to a court-martial?”
John bristled54. As if he could ever forget his duty. “I will answer to the best of my abilities, sir,” hereplied stiffly.
The holotank hummed again and images from a Spartan helmet recorder sprang into view. John notedthe camera ID—it was his own. The images blurred55 forward, then stopped. A three-dimensional imageof the floating creatures he had seen in C.te d’Azur hung in the air, motionless.
“Playback, loop bookmarks one through nine, please,” the woman’s voice called out.
Instantly, the holographic image animated—the alien quickly took apart and then reassembled a car’selectric motor.
“This creature,” she continued. “During the mission, did you see any other Covenant species—Grunts orJackals—interact with them?”
“No, ma’am. As far as I could see, they were left alone.”
“And this one,” she said. The image changed to his firefight with the gigantic armored aliens. “At anytime did you see these things interact with the other Covenant species?”
“No, ma’am—” The Master Chief reconsidered. “Well, in a manner of speaking, yes. If you couldreview the recording56 at time minus two minutes from this frame, please.”
The holo paused and then blurred backward.
“There,” he said. The video played forward as the Master Chief and Fred examined the crushed Jackal inthe museum.
“That impression in this Jackal’s back,” he said. “I believe it is the armored alien’s bootprint.”
“What do you mean, son?” a new man asked. His voice was older and rough.
“I can only offer my opinion, sir. I am not a scientist.”
“Offer it, Master Chief,” the same scratchy voice said. “I, for one, would be very interested to hear whatsomeone with firsthandexperience has to say . . . for a change.”
There was a rustle57 of papers in the shadows, then silence.
“Well, sir—it looks to me like this Jackal simply got in the larger creature’s way. There’s no attempt tomove it, and no deviation58 in the path of the following footfalls. It simply walked over the smaller alien.”
“Evidence of a hierarchical caste structure perhaps?” the old man murmured.
“Let’s move on,” the woman again spoke, her voice now laced with irritation59.
The holo image changed yet again. A stone object appeared—the rock the Master Chief recovered fromthe museum.
“This stone,” she said, “is a typical igneous60 granite61 specimen62 but with an unusual concentration ofaluminum oxide63 inclusions—specifically rubies64. It is a match for the mineral specimens65 recovered fromgrid thirteen by twenty-four.
“Master Chief,” she said, “you recovered this rock—” She paused. “From an optical scanner. Is thatcorrect?”
“Yes, ma’am. The aliens had placed the rock in a red metallic66 box. Visible spectrum67 lasers werescanning the specimen.”
“And the infrared68 pulse laser transmitter was hooked up to this scanner?” she asked. “You are certain?”
“Absolutely, ma’am. My thermal69 imagers caught a fraction of the transmission scattered70 by the ambientdust.”
The woman continued. “The rock sample is roughly pyramidal. The inclusions in the igneous matrix areunusual in that all possible crystalline morphologies for corundum are present: bipyramidal, prismatic,tabular, and rhombohedral. Scanning from the tip to the base with neutron71 imagers, we produce thefollowing pattern.”
Again, a series of squares, triangles, bars and dots appeared on the view screen—symbols that againreminded John of Aztec writing.
Déjà had taught the Spartans about the Aztecs—how Cortés with superior tactics and technology hadnearly obliterated72 an entire race. Was the same thing happening between the Covenant and humans?
“Now, then,” the first male voice interjected, “this business with the detonation73 of a HAVOK tacticalnuclear device . . . do you realize that any additional evidence of Covenant activity on C.te d’Azur hasbeen effectively erased74? Do you know what opportunities have been lost, soldier?”
“I had extremely specific orders, sir,” the Master Chief said without hesitating. “Orders that camedirectly from NavSpecWep, Section Three.”
“Section Three,” the woman muttered, “which is ONI . . . it figures.”
The old man in the darkness chuckled75. The faint glow of a cigar tip flared76 near his voice, then faded.
“Are you insinuating77, Master Chief,” the older man said, “that the destruction of all this ‘evidence,’ asmy colleges would call it, happened becausethey ordered it?”
There was no good answer to that question. Whatever the Master Chief said was sure to irritate someonehere.
“No, sir. I am simply stating that the destruction—of anything, including any ‘evidence’—is a directresult of the detonation of a nuclear weapon. In full compliance78 with my orders. Sir.”
The first man whispered, “Jesus . . . what do you expect from one of Dr. Halsey’s windup toy soldiers?”
“That’s quite enough, Colonel!” the older man snapped. “This man has earned the right to somecourtesy . . . even from you.”
The older man lowered his voice. “Master Chief, thank you. We’re finished here, I think. We may wishto recall you later . . . but for now, you are dismissed. You are to treat all information you have heard orseen at this debriefing as classified.”
“Yes, sir!”
The Master Chief saluted, spun79 on his heel, and marched to the exit.
The double doors opened and then sealed behind him. He exhaled80. It felt like he was being evac’d fromthe battlefield. He reminded himself that these last few steps were often the most dangerous.
“I hope they treated you well . . . or at least decently.”
Dr. Halsey sat in an overstuffed chair. She wore a long gray skirt that matched her hair. She rose andtook his hand and gave it a small squeeze.
The Master Chief snapped to attention. “Ma’am, a pleasure to see you again.”
“How are you, Master Chief?” she asked. She stared pointedly81 at the hand pressed to his forehead in atight salute. Slowly, he dropped his hand.
She smiled. Unlike everyone else, who greeted the Master Chief and stared at his uniform, medals,ribbons, or the Spartan insignia, Dr. Halsey stared into his eyes. And she never saluted. John had nevergotten used to that.
“I’m fine, ma’am,” he said. “We won at Sigma Octanus. It was good to have a complete victory.”
“Indeed it was.” She paused and glanced about. “How would you like to have another victory?” shewhispered. “The biggest we’ve ever had?”
“Of course, ma’am,” he said with no hesitation82.
“I was counting on you to say that, Master Chief. We’ll be speaking soon.” She turned to the MilitaryPolice attendant waiting at the entrance to the lounge. “Open these damn doors, soldier. Let’s get thisover with.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the MP said.
The doors swung inward.
She stopped and said to the Master Chief, “I’ll be speaking to you and the other Spartans, soon.” Shethen entered the darkened chamber and the doors sealed behind her.
The Master Chief forgot about the debriefing and Captain Keyes’ puzzling question about not winning.
If Dr. Halsey had a mission for him and his team, it would be a good one. She had given him everything:
duty, honor, purpose, and a destiny to protect humanity.
John hoped she would give him one more thing: a way to win the war.
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