[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison cocked an eyebrow as Nighthawk spoke. Harrison knew exactly who Nighthawk was talking about as he nodded, one more chance for redemption. Harrison: Jacob gave that to you?

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk: Whoa...I never said it was Jacob... Nighthawk simply glared at Harrison. Nighthawk: You're jumping the gun here...

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison sighed. He knew Nighthawk was playing with him, trying to rile him up, but all he wanted was answers. All he wanted to do was find the Trust and end this war. And he wanted to put a bullet in between Nighthawk's visor, but that would have to wait. Harrison: Then who, exactly, gave that to you?

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk: Alright...it was Jacob. Cool your jets; I get the feeling that you are going to blow a gasket if I keep this up. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: But yes...Jacob got the information before he was taken into custody. We would need to analyze it further. If I have a bit of time, I can get you everything off this PDA and we can plan our next move. I can get started now, if you like. Jennifer nodded. Jennifer: If you can get started now, you should. Jennifer looked around. Jennifer: Provided that Admiral Harrison does not have any objections to this course of action?

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison nodded. Harrison: I have no objections. I'd like to finish this as quickly as we can.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk nodded, as he reached around behind his head, and pulled a datachip out of the back of his helmet. He flipped the PDA around, and inserted the data chip into the bottom of the PDA. As he did this, he began to speak, but to nobody in particular. Nighthawk: HAWK...you should be reading a new device on your uplinks. Can you confirm? HAWK responded to Nighthawk, though, HAWK's voice came through the helmet's internal speaker. HAWK: Yeah, I can see it. What do you want done with this? Nighthawk: Datamine it. Pull every byte of data off this PDA, and logically organize it. Once that is done, upload the data to Admiral Harrison, and retain a carbon copy of the data for ourselves. HAWK: Acknowledged. Nighthawk then put the PDA back in his pocket, as he folded his arms and looked at Harrison, Jennifer, and Reynolds. Niughthawk: I will let you know when that is finished. It shouldn't be long. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: If there is nothing else, I really see no reason to remain here any longer than we... Nighthawk stopped, when he heard one of the bridge terminals start to beep. Nighthawk began to look around, trying to isolate where the peeping was coming from. Jennifer: What the hell is that? Jennifer also began to look around, trying to isolate where the sound was coming from. However, before that could happen, Anaconda spoke it. Anaconda: It is right here...right beside me... Nighthawk looked at where Anaconda was leaning against the wall. TO his left was one of the bridge stations. Right above the station was a word written in all capital letters... COMMUNICATIONS Nighthawk: If I had to guess...I think we are receiving a transmission... Nighthawk and Jennifer walked over to the bridge station, as they both examined it. Jennifer then nodded in agreement. Jennifer: We are definitely receiving a transmission. However...there is no source point...at least...not one that can be triangulated. Jennifer looked back at Harrison. Jennifer: Do we want to answer this?

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison looked at the communications terminal, if he had to guess it was The Trust and they were about to threaten the hell out of everyone on this bridge. Harrison stood straight and nodded. Harrison: Yes.

[Naked Crook]

Jennifer: Alright... Jennifer turned back to the communications terminal, as she looked at Nighthawk, and then back at the terminal. She issued the necessary commands in order to patch the signal through. Jennifer: It should be patching through now... Jennifer turned as she said this. Nighthawk turned with her, and they both watched as a small circular holotank that was built into the floor, and no more than 5 feet in diameter, near the front of the bridge, light up. Once it had lit up, a holographic image of a Trust officer appeared. The Trust officer's eyes shifted back and forth, looking at each person on the bridge, before finally raising his hand, and taking a drag of his cigarette. After a moment, he exhaled the smoke, and he simply grinned. Spender: I see ONI wasted no time in making themselves at home...on MY ship... Spender paused. Spender: Welcome aboard The Ulterior Motive...I wish I could have been there, in person, to greet the lot of you. Spender paused, as he glared at Tye. Spender: Especially you, Commander. Long time, no see. Allow me to extended a multitude of belated Congratulations on your promotions to Commander. Tye glared at Spender; a visible scowl on his face, as he took a few steps back and folded his arms.

[Kairu]

Reynolds: "So I assume you're the one in charge of the Trust here on San Angeles?" Despite having been aboard the Ulterior Motive once before and being introduced into the Trust, he never met Spender. Like his compatriots, this was a new development to him as well.

[Naked Crook]

Spender looked at Reynolds, and raised an eyebrow. Spender knew who Reynolds was, and Spender was smart enough to see an operative at work when he saw one. Spender knew he had to entertain Reynolds, in order to keep his cover. Spender: No, I am the one who is in charge of The Trust... Spender paused. Spender: Period... Spender took another drag of his cigarette.