Infectious Outbreak, Chapter 1

Meanwhile Ghost Chief Petty Officer (G-Chief PO), Sierra-118 aka Axel-118 and his ODST Lieutenant, Lieutenant Abel Lance were making their usual rounds of patrol in their barrack quarters. When the Spartan felt a strange sensation as if someone had screamed out in grave pain and agony he stopped in his tracks dipping his head in anguish.

"Is...Something the matter Chief?" Lance asked in concern noticing the Spartan's strange behavior.

".....I sense something. I sense something has gone wrong." replied the Spartan in a quiet but deep tone as he tried to comprehend the strange feeling.

Lance gripped his helmet tightly which rested in his hands as he narrowed his blue eyes, trying to read the Spartan. Looking down the hall Lance tried to pick up the sensation that his Spartan Chief had picked up on. His body not being as sensitive as his Spartan Chief's altered body, he couldn't pick up anything. Frowning Lance turned his attention back to his Chief. The Lieutenant sighed a little frustrated that he couldn't sense the same thing that he could.

"Come on Chief, Commander Locke is probably waiting for us. You know how happy he is to always see you." Lance smiled trying to put away the feeling of being frustrated as he seemed content on changing the subject.

Axel narrowed his eyes behind his impassable orange visor as he shifted his massive weight turning to glare suspiciously down the hallway. Still feeling the strange sensation the Spartan had an odd feeling that something dastardly was about to happen. Staying quite for what seemed like forever made the ODST Lieutenant very uncomfortable, he shifted his weight nervously as he stared at the large man. Lance had always hated when his Chief got really quiet like he now, the Spartan was always unpredictable when he got like this which made Lance very nervous. What also made Lance nervous was the thought of his Spartan Chief would someday turn against the UNCS with the way he acted. No one really knew what was going on inside the Spartan's twisted and corrupted mind. This was something that Lance always feared from this unpredictable beast of a Spartan. One could only image the terror and horror that would be if this particular monster decided to go AWOL. Lance's fear wouldn't have to wait for long, as the Spartan dipped his head then turned his massive body toward the average sized ODST Lieutenant's frame then walking past him as he spoke.

"Let's not keep the Commander waiting," said Axel gruffly as he walked past his Lieutenant.

Lance's eyes and head followed the larger frame of the Spartan, nodding he agreed with his Chief as he began to follow him. Something had stopped Lance in his tracks from following the Spartan though, something cold like a cold chill running down your back on a cold winter's night. Lance feeling creped out by this sudden chill over his body turned slowly to look over his shoulder down the hallway. The ODST Lieutenant shivered in his boots from a creepy feeling he got by staring down at the dark end of the hallway. Turning quickly around Lance ran in a hurry to get away from the creepy feeling and to catch up with his Spartan Chief.

Down farther in the barracks rested a small group of Marines. Five in total counting all of them males as they cleaned and inspected their artillery. They were soon to have company as their Sergeant along with a young female Marine named Sofia tagging along after her mentor.

"And what do you Marines think you're doing!?" barked the Sergeant angrily seeing the five just sitting there.

"Cleaning and checking ammo Sergeant Conner, Sir!" Simmons said immediately quickly standing up from his crate saluting his Sergeant.

"Mmmhmm I see that, good work Simmons."

"Thank you, Sir!'

"Have any of you gutbelly Marines seen that ODST I sent down to the labs?" Sergeant Conner got a serious and harsh tone as he glared angrily at each of the male Marines.

The group of Marines all got a sudden confused look on their faces at the Sergeant's question. Each member looked at each other silently trying to make since of the questioned asked. They stayed quiet and shrugged at each other not knowing what to say or have any idea what their Sergeant asked, until Simmons spoke up.

"Sir? Do mean ODST private Tanner?" Simmons asked in a confused tone as he arched an unsure brow.

"…Yeah that's the one. Well, have ya seen 'im?" The Sergeant was becoming impatient and made it clear that he was in his tone of voice as he crossed his arms giving each of the male Marines a stern glare.

All the Marines including the young female Sofia at the side of the Sergeant got nervous as the shifted their weight uncomfortable. A bold and young Marine by the name of Maverick stood up from his seat on the crate then walked over to Simmons' side.

"Why is so important that you need to know where Tanner is, Sir?" Maverick asked curious as to know why the Sergeant seemed so desperate to know where the ODST was and why he hadn't come back from the Research Lab down below.

"That's none of your concern maggot, now answer the question," growled Sergeant Conner.

"No Sir, we haven't seen Tanner at all today," replied Simmons as he sucked up to the Sergeant covering Maverick's back for his insolence.

"Well then…Maverick, Simmons you two are going to find him. Now get going!" Sergeant Conner narrowed his eyes catching onto Simmons' cover for Maverick. With tone with the two Marines was harsh as he yelled at them.
Simmons wasting no time grabbed his small holster belt that carried two magnum pistols in them, then reach around and grabbed Maverick under the arm to hook lock their arms as older Marine dragged the younger Maverick out of their barracks doors.

"I hope they'll be alright," Sofia whispered looking down at the steel woven floor.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?" Sergeant Conner laid a hand on the young Sofia's shoulder as he reassured her that everything would be fine.