𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬-B304 [MIA]

Marcus apologizing to the UNSC for going AWOL like:

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His exit from the area was as silent as the arrival. Only with a new heft of C10. The building went up in flames when he reached the outskirts of town.

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The hidesight was built up in a rock cove in the woods. He left Laura there so she could sleep a few hours.-

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the element of surprise took the day. Unfortunately for the insurgents here, he was a master reconnaissance. The prelude to any surprise attack.

The land was his board to shape..

Marcus left the bodies where they were inside when he left. Only hiding the one outside to not draw immediate-

A back-handed punch dropped the other.

Spartans fighting regular humans was rarely fair. Recent years had seen the insurrectionists use bold tactics to combat Spartans. Even the old insurrection managed to detain Blue Team for a time decades back.

The stark decider was surprise. Whoever had the-

the body back down the stairs behind him. His motion detector tagged two more people inside. Both coming from the last room at the end of the hall.

One kick broke in the door. The two men froze in fear even when he entered the room. Marcus shot the furthest one as he reached for a weapon.-

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At the top of the stairs a guy with a flashlight flashed his light on him. Through his visor night vision he caught the look of shock on the man’s face a split second before he seized him by the neck with his left hand.

A modest squeeze with his strength broke the man’s neck. Quickly he tossed-

gave himself away to anyone waiting at the top to ambush him. The weight of Mjolnir armor made the stairs whine like a caged dog with every step. It wouldn’t give them a fair enough advantage regardless.

He was the hunter. That wasn’t changing. Before he cleared the last step the lights went out-

before throwing it down the hall crushing two more men in it’s velocity. The lone Spartan passed down the way, now fully visible with passive camouflage disengaged. Someone came down the stairs at the end of the hall. Marcus put one shot on their chest dropping them in a slump.

Going up the stairs-

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—— 10:00 P.M.

The man standing outside the hotel lit a cigarette. After a long day of guard duty he finally had a chance to relax. Savoring the first puff made it all feel worth it. That was some comfort before something he couldn’t see snapped his neck.

A single arm tore off the bolted door-

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Picking peaches for his passenger.

You can’t turn back time…

told be scared of since she was little killed her father right in front of her. She was too young to understand why. Maybe she never would.

Doesn’t matter.

If he can get her home, it won’t be for nothing..

Without a word she went back to her spot under the tree. Curled back up and seemed to fall back asleep.

Marcus thought that she was warming up to him. And it made him feel uneasy. Even though he was doing this to get to her family.. he’s still the one who killed her dad.

A boogeyman she was-

spot a moment then shook her head.

Marcus let it be for now and went back to lookout.

“..Are you warm?” she asked softly.

“Yeah.” He could feel her eyes still on him, puzzled. “My armor is heated inside.”

After a few minutes of silence he ‘felt’ her tiny hand on his backplate.

“What’s wrong?”-

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DMR. She was just waking up still, wrapped in a thermal blanket. She slept a little less than she should have.

“You should go back to sleep. We’ll get moving in an hour.”

She rubbed her left eye. “.. I can’t.”

“Want more layers?”

“..What?”

“More clothes. For warmth.”

She scooted about in her-

Crossing the wilderness was the only easy part of this. Everything was going to be harder when this was over.

Maybe they’d at least give him some clemency for the aftermath. It was a huge gamble either way.

“..Marcus?” asked a tired Laura.

He looked back over his shoulder from the scope of his-

—— 11:43 A.M.

No sign of any patrols since daylight. The innies were limiting their patrols until night time. They had a history of experience in guerrilla warfare to draw on. It kept them a few steps ahead of the UNSC out here.

The campaign was still concentrated in the major cities.-