Halo: The Cole Protocol

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  top, the other beneath. The pair of curved bodies were mated via the trigger guard, and then at the front with a second guard.

  "Theyre not quite right," Keyes said. "Whats that on the side?"

  From what Keyes knew in briefings, Covenant plasma rifles had a small temperature gauge on the side. This had been replaced with a counter with the numerals "380" glowing on the tiny display. Someone had already tested the weapon.

  "Good eye," Hansen said. "Yes, these guns let you know how many shots are left. There is also this. "

  She reached over and took the bulky weapon back from Watanabe. A quick, firm press near the front of the plasma rifle caused the casing to click, and a tiny targeting reticule popped up.

  "What we have here," Hansen said, "is a Covenant weapon that seems modified for human usage. The counter, youll note, doesnt use any form of Covenant numbering, but rather our own. "

  The truck ground to a halt.

  "The Insurrectionists are already here," someone reported from a monitor.

  "Good. " Hansen tapped her earpiece. "Everyone knows their places, lets get it done. "

  She walked out the back with the plasma rifle in hand.

  One of the agents at the monitors waved them over. He pulled a stool out from the wall. "We can hear what Captain Hansen there is saying, and see through a buttonhole camera. "

  Keyes and Watanabe stood by the agents shoulder. "Whats your name, son?" Keyes asked.

  The agent glanced back. "Smith, Josh Smith, sir. "

  "Good to meet you, Smith. " On the screen Hansen moved close to a trio of men wearing simple gray coveralls, just like herself. The man in front had a military cut, and scarred cheeks from some sort of explosion, and was whip-thin. "Who are we looking at here?"

  Smith tapped another monitor lower down on the wall to reveal a set of files pertaining to the operation. "The man in front, thats Jason Kincaide, a known Insurrectionist. Mid-level sort of guy. The other two are just heavies of his. "

  Hansen approached Kincaide, and they shook hands. The sting was on.

  But in the back of the unit, someone held up a hand. "Were getting reports of disturbances four blocks away. Can someone bring up the live sat imagery?"

  One of the larger screens flickered. Keyes walked away from Smiths station and looked at it.

  There were thousands of people milling about.

  "I can get street cam shots," Smith said. He minimized the video of Hansen and Kincaide meeting each other and exchanging code words, and pulled up a small window showing a street corner.

  The rioters had a large battering ram, made from a chopped-down tree. They were smashing in a door to a warehouse while the crowd shouted

  encouragement.

  "This could cause a problem," Watanabe muttered.

  "Maybe," Smith said. "Well see if they keep moving down. Anyone call this in?"

  "Yeah, but theyre more focused on downtown," came the reply from another agent. "This a low-priority area. "

  "If they were a military branch we could have over-ridden that," Smith muttered. "Shit. Theyre moving at us. "

  The mood changed inside from operational calm to nervousness. The mob could be seen on several screens as more doors were kicked in or smashed

  open.

  "Were going to have to call it off. " Smith tapped another screen. "Hansen, weve got a mob breathing down on us; were not getting out of here if we delay things. Nod once if youre going to break it off and jet, or twice if you think we should round these jokers up as well. "

  Hansen straightened, and then nodded twice.

  "Go, go, go!" someone shouted from the back.

  A ramp dropped from the side of the container and hit the ground, kicking up dust. The ONI agents leapt out into the warehouse, rifles up and aimed at Kincaide and his men.

  Kincaide shook his head, but kept his hands up near his chest. "You sons of -- "

  One of the agents hit him on the side of the head with the butt of his battle rifle and the Insurrectionist dropped to his knees.

  "This wont be the end," Kincaide shouted. "There are more where I came from. Well find you in your homes, at night, and kill you there. We wont stop until this world is ours, as it rightfully should be. "

  He got another jab in the head for his shouting. A trickle of blood ran down his temple, and he looked dazed. Within seconds, they had his arms zip-tied behind his back, and the three Insurrectionists were shoved quickly into the trailer.

  "Lets move it!" Smith yelled at everyone. "Theyre about a hundred yards up the street. "

  "You heard the man -- pull that ramp back in, lets roll,"

  Hansen shouted. She walked toward Watanabe. "Well, I guess thats that. "

  "Im sorry. " Watanabe stepped aside to let her stalk back down the center of the trailer. The agents up front pulled the ramp back up and dogged it shut with a loud slam. Engines belched as they started up.

  "The damn situation is whats messed up, Watanabe. Were all pulling overtime and doing our duty. Its next to impossible to run ops while the city is falling apart. How are we going to face the Covenant when we dont even have our own crap in gear?"

  Keyes grabbed ahold of the back of Smiths chair as the trailer jerked into motion. "They always used to say that if an alien menace threatened humanity, wed put aside all our differences, band together to face it as one. "

  Watanabe shook his head sadly. "They were wrong. When you look at wars, even ones where it looks like people were united, there are always factions and jockeying. At the close of the Rain Forest Wars Neo-Friedenists turned against hardliner Friedenists in Delambre when the UNSC got in close. The Neos hated UN control, but they tried to then negotiate for a surrender that left them in some sort of power. You read Elias Carvers work?"

  Keyes nodded. "Carvers a pessimist. "

  "Hundreds of religions. Competing corporate-backed colonies. Political persuasions of every imaginable variety breed in the shadows, and there is a lingering resentment at the UN for trying to keep all the colonies under an Earth government. The colonies, Lieutenant Keyes, are a powder keg. The Covenant advancing on us doesnt make the mixture any less volatile. And the enemy can always try to exploit that, if they have really good

  intelligence. Thats why these guns are worrying. Theyre a fuse, Keyes. "

  The ONI convoy drove through the giant warehouse doors.

  "Id give anything to know what factions exist among the Covenant," Keyes said.

  "Yeah, but theyre aliens, and we cant assume they think or work like us, because so far -- " Watanabe started, then turned. Keyes heard it too, a jetlike roaring swoosh.

  The front of the command trailer erupted in a fireball. The whole unit lifted off its wheels, and slammed back down to the ground, grinding into the road as it came to a slow stop. Keyes pitched forward, slamming into a chair.

  "Get down!" Hansen shouted. "RPGs!"

  Fire raged in front of Keyes, licking its way up the walls. A monitor exploded from the heat, shooting glass shards everywhere. He crawled back toward Watanabe, who had pulled his sidearm out and was looking back down at the door leading out.

  Someone on the other side of the flames fired a gun three times.

  "Was that us or an Innie?" Keyes crawled over to Watanabe.

  Another RPG struck the trailer, blowing in the side of the wall. Burning fragments struck Smith, who started screaming as he was enveloped in flames.

  Keyes ran forward and threw the man to the floor, getting him to try and roll the fire out. The flames kept him from getting near, and after another second of screaming, the charred Smith finally slowed, whimpered, and died next to the tiny flames hed started on the carpet.

  Watanabe and Hansen hauled Keyes to his feet. Watanabe kicked at a weakened section of the wall that had been melted by the explosion. It caved

  outward, and they jumped into the street.

  A large crowd of rioters watched the burning trailer
, not sure what to do next.

  Part II

  Chapter FOURTEEN

  HABITAT EL CUIDAD, INNER RUBBLE, 23 LIBRAE

  The moment Delgado stepped out of the airlock he knew something was wrong. Five very burly men stood waiting for him. Their shaved heads

  gleamed in the artificial lights of the inner asteroid, and they wore expensive, well-tailored suits. Delgado also noticed the telltale bulges of holsters just underneath their left armpits.

  "Ignatio Delgado?" one of them asked.

  "Yes, thats me. " Delgado stared into the eyes of the nearest . heavy. He didnt see any way to get out of this. The five men had covered all degrees of escape. He was hemmed in.

  "Theres someone that would like to see you. "

  They led him across the open expanse of hangar and into the back of a roomy, plush, tube car that waited at the lip of the docking tube leading out from the asteroid.

  Inside sat a thin, sparse-looking man with jet-black hair and dark green eyes. He set down the computer pad that he had been reading, folded his arms on his lap, and swiveled slightly to regard Delgado.

  "Mr. Delgado," he finally said after a long pause, no doubt calculated to make Delgado somewhat uncomfortable. "You would not believe how hard you are to track down. "

  Delgado blinked. Hed been hard to find because he hadnt been around. The Rubble Security Council had asked him to move the navigation data once more.

  "I had sensitive business to take care of," Delgado said. The door to the tube car shut behind him. The tube car moved over and gripped a long sliver of track that led down and away from the hangar asteroid where Delgado had docked the

  Distancia.

  "I know that," said the man. "I was one of the members who voted to send you out to secure the navigation data today. "

  "Im sorry?" Delgado frowned.

  "No, no," the man waved in the air. "Entirely my fault. " He reached out a hand.

  Delgado reached over and shook it tentatively.

  "I am Peter Bonifacio, and I hear youve been asking about me, Mr. Delgado. "

  Delgado stared into the eyes of the man who, most likely, had caused Melkos death. He bit his lip. "I dont think so. You must be mistaken. Ive been far too busy with the Security Councils orders. As you must know. "

  If Bonifacio, this short, intense-looking man, was really desperate to get his hands on the navigation data, he was hiding it pretty well at the moment, Delgado thought.

  Bonifacio lit a cigar. A Sweet William, Delgado realized with a kick in his stomach. "No, its certainly you, Delgado," Bonifacio said. "Asking all sorts of very interesting questions. So I thought, maybe its time I asked some questions of my own. "

  Delgado watched Bonifacio inhale a long drag of the Sweet William, and then let it out into the tiny, cramped interior of the bubble car. A haze of smoke lingered around them.

  Bonifacio leaned forward. "What do you know about the Exodus project?"

  The tube car moved on past pedestrians floating their way to and from asteroids.

  "The what?" Delgado asked.

  It felt like Bonifacio was studying every pore on Delgados face. "What about the Kig-Yar -- why are you asking about them?"

  Delgado shook his head, pulling back from Bonifacio, offended. "I have my reasons. "

  "Mmm," Bonifacio grunted. "Its a strange coincidence that the Kig-Yar attacked a place that only the nine Council members knew about. . . and you. "

  "Youre accusing me of selling that information?" Delgado leaned back in. "I was shot protecting the data. My copilot was killed.

  How dare you suggest I gave anything to them?"

  Bonifacio looked out the window at the depths of space passing them by. Ahead, the tube pierced the center of another asteroid habitat. They passed into the heart of it, curved green farmland stretching up on all sides around them.

  "We are all innocent until proven guilty, of course, Mr. Delgado," he said. "But in your case, this is such a sensitive matter that a few Council members and I have decided that for the safety of the Rubble, you will have to be detained while we investigate certain concerns regarding your loyalties. "

  Delgado clenched a fist. "My loyalties are to the Rubble. "

  Bonifacio chuckled. "Oh, Im sure youre just a living, breathing patriot. So Ive heard. But the Council would like to hand over security of the data to me now.

  "So where is it, Delgado?"

  "Lodged deep, deep up your ass, Bonifacio. " Delgado grinned.

  Bonifacios face steeled. "There was no call for that," he said.

  Delgado shrugged and leaned back in the chair. "If were playing games, I might as well have some fun too," he said.

  Bonifacio quickly hauled back and punched him in the stomach, not even an inch away from a still-healing plasma wound. Delgado felt like hed been stabbed, and the pain doubled him over.

  "Its such a shame," Bonifacio hissed. "We started off on a nice foot, and then you had to go do that. "

  "Youre such a charmer," Delgado grunted, holding onto his stomach and leaning against the seat in front of him. "You like this on all your first dates?"

  "Youre in a lot of trouble," Bonifacio said. "Because as of this moment, youre under arrest for suspicion of leaking the location of the navigation data. "

  "The Council will not stand for that," Delgado said. "They all worked hard with me to keep that data safe when we realized it was being destroyed. "

  "For all we know you could be part of some conspiracy to destroy the data. You and your friend Diego. Who incidentally, did most of the exhorting us to trust you. " The tube car slowed, and Bonifacio leaned back. "And the Council signed the warrant. " Bonifacio pulled up his pad.

  Delgado looked down at it. Then back up. "How?"

  "A nice benefit of being a trusted, elected Security Council member. Now, I want the location of that navigation data, Delgado. "

  "And how long will you be able to get away with this? Eventually the Council will realize its not a normal arrest when I dont actually show up in a proper holding facility, Bonifacio. "