Pick your Poison Prologue

Prologue

A lone figure walked into a shop on the square in Argon. A newly established human colony on earth. This shop in particular shop carried anything you can imagine to cut down pests.

He walked in kind of slowly as if he was expecting someone to stop him en-route. He scanned his surroundings before walking up to the cashier.

"What can I help you with?" The man behind the counter questioned.

"I need a poison one that only Covenant can cure. The worst kind you carry if you can," the figure stated.

"I have to ask what you plan to do with it before I hand it to you," the cashier inquired further.

But the lone figure didn't answer. Instead he pulled out a gun and pointed it towards the shop keeper.

"Do it with no more questions asked otherwise I will have to blow a hole in you skull!" The man demanded.

The man slowly searched for what the figure asked for all the while keeping a close eye on the Magnum that the figure had pulled.

"Just take it, it's yours" the keeper said as he shakily put the poison on the table in front of both of them.

The figure holstered the gun, grabbed the poison and walked out. Ready to accomplish what he begun.

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Captain Thomas J. Lasky's POV

It had been a grueling year since I become Captain of the biggest ship the UNSC had created yet. Many things happened from the time where The Infinity got sucked into Requiem's gravity field to when me and my crew helped rescue Master Chief from the wreckage of the Diadact's ship.

The Master Chief and I have grown to be good friends as the Spartan tends to stay aboard my ship more times than not. In fact the Spartan was who I was expecting aboard here soon.

He was returning from one of the many missions he has been sent on since his return. Many of the high ranking UNSC officials were very excited to hear the news. But with that news came very enthusiastic officials who were, in my opinion, way to eager to put the Master Chief back to work.

I stood in the lower hangar bays of The Infinity waiting for my friend to arrive. I was surrounded by four ODSTs assigned to protect me from anyone or anything.

I overheard the young soldier at the hangar command post question an incoming ship for its credentials.

"Sir, an incoming Pelican requests your permission to land," the young hand explained, "They say Sierra-117 is on board."

"Let them through," I ordered.

She relayed confirmation to the the ship as the hanger bay doors began to slowly open revealing an awaiting Pelican drop ship on the other side. Once the doors were fully open the pilot of the ship carefully maneuvered the ship into position and set it down. The back cargo hold door to the Pelican began to lower.

Then out walked the man of the hour Master Chief followed closely by several other Spartans and marine soldiers. They all approached me and once they were close enough saluted me.

"At ease gentlemen," I said and watched all of them relax. I could see physical exhaustion written all over the marines faces. I kind of chuckled to myself as I thought that the marines probably weren't able to keep up with the Spartans' pace, "Go to your quarters and rest. I want a debrief at oh-15:00"

Everyone except for Master Chief left.

"I hope everything went well with the marines. I know how much of a hassle they can be at times," I questioned my friend.

"They performed their part, but they don't match up to a Spartan," he replied. I had to chuckle at this for he was right. Marines were good in their own right, but not as good as a Spartan.

"Well you go rest and I expect a debrief from you on the ways we can make those marines better," I replied as I lightly patted the Chief on the shoulder.

He answered with a slight nod and then turned to head toward the exit.

I looked back towards the Pelican everyone just stepped off of and noticed a figure just standing on the cargo door looking straight at me. The presence of this man made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge and therefore I opted in my brain to keep an eye out for this guy in the future.