11-21-2013
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Black 1 turned around, and began to walk out of the hanger bay, with Jacob in tow, and the rest of Black Team following behind Jacob.
Black 1: Let me make this easy for you Jacob. You are being brought to Yates to provide tactical information on the UNSC. We need to know exactly how much Harrison knows about what we are doing here, and we need to know what you know about what anyone else may know. If we can remove uncertainty from our ongoing operations, we can make this a quick and decisive victory.
Black 1 paused.
Black 1: If you can give us what we need, you might become useful enough to warrent letting you in on our operations.
Black 1 led Jacob onto an Elevator. Black Team then followed Jacob onto the Elevator.
Black 1: Deck 1 - axillary corridor.
The elevator doors closed, as it started to move on command.
Black 1: Just remember...we ask the questions...and you provide the answers. That is the only way it will work until we deem otherwise.
Meanwhile:
Tye fell silent, as he watched the wounded UNSC soldiers get rounded up by the few medics that were on hand. It was then that Tye received a message from Jennifer.
Jennifer: Tye...do you copy?
Tye answered the message.
Tyber: Go ahead Jennifer. I read you.
Jennifer: I found something...something big. YOu might want to get down here and see this.
Tyber: Where is "here"?
Jennifer: Hmmm...Section 12 - Main Control Centerr. North end of the facility.
Tyber: Copy that.
Jennifer: Is Nighthawk with you? If he is...drag him along. He is going to want to see this. We may need his expertise on this.
Tyber: Acknowledged. He is with me right now. I will let him know. Vernette out.
Tye closed the comm line, and then turned back to Nighthawk.
Tyber: Jennifer found something. She says you might be interested in seeing it, and that your expertise is required.
Nighthawk nodded.
Nighthawk: Sure...why not. I'll tag along.
Anaconda groaned.
Nighthawk then turned to Anaconda.
Nighthawk: Oh, common. Be a sport.
Anaconda sighed.
Anaconda: Fine...
Nighthawk turned back to Tye.
Nighthawk: Lead the way!
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