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imperfectly into the environment. For a second he saw a blank shape move in the trees. Nothing was showing on his motion-tracker and that meant trouble.

8:37 P.M. ——

“Get down on your stomach,” Marcus commanded swiftly getting down on one knee. DMR at the ready. Laura got down on the ground a few feet behind him as ordered. She didn’t know what was happening, evidenced by her rapid looking around.

He engaged his passive camouflage and blended-

few of them.”

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wanted to at first. Then it just.. grew on me."

He saw by her brows that she wasn't familiar with the expression.

"It means I started liking it."

Laura looked more satisfied with that explanation, and he felt strangely content with sharing it.

"Are other Spartans yellow?" She asked.

"Maybe a-

me and had them coat it 'faded gold.'"

"Your friend did that?" She asked.

Marcus nodded. "Yeah. I was mad for weeks about it." She couldn't see it behind his helmet, but the recalling made him smile.

"Why didn't you change it back?"

He rolled his shoulders as he sat up before replying. "I-

her head. “Is it yours?”

“No. I prefer blue.”

She looked confused. “Why aren’t blue then?”

He realized he never told anyone why his armor was yellow. The kid probably wouldn’t remember it after a while.

“When Spartans get our armor, we can choose what color it is. But my friend got ahead of-

Laura stretched her legs under his watch. He was timing the break down to the second. Stopping without cover was not a good idea. Though he wondered if his nerves were up from his guilt.

“Why are you yellow?” Laura asked suddenly.

“Is yellow your favorite color?” he asked curiously.

Laura shook-

open.

“We don’t have time to now.”

“My legs hurt,” She said quickly. “Please.”

This was the first time she complained about it. He considered how long she had to be curled up on his back for the journey. A little rest was deserved but not for too long in the open.

“Five minutes. Got it?”

-

11:00 P.M.——

Laura tugged on one of the harness straps to get his attention. He turned back looking over his shoulder, “What is it?”

In a soft voice she asked, “Can we stop here?”

Marcus felt a tinge of annoyance. She hadn’t said anything for an hour, but now she was wanting to stop out in the-

She nodded taking a bite of the bar. Its flavor was so vague.

"When you finish that we need to get moving okay? We still got two days to go."

hour.

They didn't know where he was, but on some level they knew he was still doing his job. That still wouldn't save him in the least from ONI.

When Laura woke up, she saw Marcus reaching out to her with a food bar. 'What soldiers eat,' he told her. She gingerly accepted it.

"You sleep okay?"

out here. While he was breaking half the rules soldiers lived by, he was still committed to winning. So he reconnoitered every town they passed. Marking enemy presences, hidden routes, supply cashes and even taking one of each off the board when he could. His intel was relayed back to command each-

small towns and farmlands galore. Each one potentially housing innies cells.

Right now the UNSC presence was still focused in the major cities to secure a foothold for planetary ground action. They wouldn't be coming this way until the cities were secure. So Marcus decided to get a leg up for them-

carry a kid anyway. Just call it another reason he wasn't a parent.

The day stops to sleep weren't just for Laura. It meant he could leave her somewhere safe enough for him to do some aggressive recon on the route. The path he was taking her was straight through the agrarian country. Out here were-

The kid spent most of the last two days in a harness being carried on his back like a rucksack. It had to be that way for them to make the best time on foot to their destination. He moved fast over a dozen kilometers a day, no way a kid was keeping up with that. it probably wasn't the best way to-

Marcus apologizing to the UNSC for going AWOL like:

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Got a little hacked but it's all under control now.

Marcus apologizing to the UNSC for going AWOL like:

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attention.

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.

……

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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