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 embroidered on the dress-gray tunic. 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 emblem. 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 brilliance 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.”
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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-chamber 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 eyebrow. “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 saluting 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 glazed 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 curt 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 domed ceiling curved over his head, cameras, microphone, and speakers positionedlike constellations.
A spotlight snapped on and tracked the Master Chief as he approached the desk.
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A dozen men and women in Navy uniforms sat in the shadows. Even with his enhanced eyesight, theMaster Chief could barely make out their scowling features and the glistening 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 spoke among themselves.
“The transmission that Keyes intercepted 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 hieroglyphics.
“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 deigned 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 bristled. 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 blurred forward, then stopped. A three-dimensional imageof the floating creatures he had seen in Cote d’Azur hung in the air, motionless.
“Playback, loop bookmarks one through nine, please,” the woman’s voice called out.
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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 recording 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 rustle 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 deviation 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 irritation.
The holo image changed yet again. A stone object appeared—the rock the Master Chief recovered fromthe museum.
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“This stone,” she said, “is a typical igneous granite specimen but with an unusual concentration ofaluminum oxide inclusions—specifically rubies. It is a match for the mineral specimens 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 metallic box. Visible spectrum lasers werescanning the specimen.”
“And the infrared pulse laser transmitter was hooked up to this scanner?” she asked. “You are certain?”
“Absolutely, ma’am. My thermal imagers caught a fraction of the transmission scattered 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 neutron 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 obliterated an entire race. Was the same thing happening between the Covenant and humans?
“Now, then,” the first male voice interjected, “this business with the detonation of a HAVOK tacticalnuclear device . . . do you realize that any additional evidence of Covenant activity on Cote d’Azur hasbeen effectively erased? 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 chuckled. The faint glow of a cigar tip flared near his voice, then faded.“Are you insinuating, 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.
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“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 compliance 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, spun on his heel, and marched to the exit.
The double doors opened and then sealed behind him. He exhaled. 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 pointedly 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 hesitation.
“I was counting on you to say that, Master Chief. We’ll be speaking soon.” She turned to the Military
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Police 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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SECTION IV
MJOLNIR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
0915 Hours, August 25, 2552 (Military Calendar) /Epsilon Eridani System, Reach UNSC Military Complex, planet Reach, Omega Wing—SectionThree secure facility
“Good morning, Dr. Halsey,” Déjà said. “You’re fourteen point three minutes late this morning.”
“Blame security, Déjà,” Dr. Halsey replied, gesturing absently at the AI’s holographic projectionfloating above her desk. “ONI’s precautions here are becoming increasingly ridiculous.”
Dr. Halsey threw her coat over the back of an antique armchair before settling behind her desk. Shesighed, and for the thousandth time, wished she had a window.
The private office was located deep underground, inside the “Omega Wing” of the super-secure ONIfacility, codenamed simply CASTLE.
Castle was a massive complex, two thousand meters below the granite protection of the HighlandMountains—bombproof, well defended, and impenetrable.
The security had its drawbacks, she was forced to admit. Every morning she descended into the secretlabyrinth, passed through a dozen security checkpoints, and submitted to a barrage of retina, voice,fingerprint, and brainwave ID scans.
ONI had buried her here years ago when her funding had been shunted to higher profile projects. Allother personnel had been transferred to other operations, and her access to classified materials had beenseverely restricted. Even shadowy ONI was squeamish about her experiments.
That’s all changed—thanks to the Covenant, she thought. The SPARTAN project—unpopular with theAdmiralty, and the scientific community—had proven most effective. Her Spartans had proventhemselves time after time in countless ground engagements.
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When the Spartans started racking up successes, the Admiralty’s reticence vanished. Her meager budgethad mushroomed overnight. They had offered her a corner office in the prestigious Olympic Tower atFLEETCOM HQ.
She had, of course, declined. Now the brass and VIPs that wanted to see her had to spend half the dayjust getting through the security barriers to her lair. She relished the irony—her banishment had becomea bureaucratic weapon.
But none of that really mattered. It was just a means to an end for Dr. Halsey . . . a means to gettingProject MJOLNIR back on track.
