Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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speak about your report on the alien construct—Halo. I've

pieced together a bit of the story based on Admiral Whitcomb's

recounting of your adventures, Cortana's debriefing, and the mis-

sion logs of Locklear, Johnson... and the curious partial mission

log of one PFC Wallace Jenkins."

The Master Chief shifted uneasily.

"There are inconsistencies that I must resolve before we get

back to Earth." She pushed her glasses higher onto the bridge of

her nose. "One of them is Sergeant Johnson." She tapped in

commands on her keyboard. "Please step closer, John. I want

you to see this with me."

The Master Chief moved alongside her chair. His massive

weight thudded through the thick deck plating. Two meters tall

and half a ton of metal and somehow Dr. Halsey couldn't help

thinking of him occasionally as the same little boy she had stolen

from his parents in Elysium City.

No. John had changed. She hadn't. She was the one who still

carried the three-decade-old festering guilt.

She took a deep breath and refocused her attention on the video

records before her. On screen played mission logs that showed

Covenant and Marines in firefights, the odd Forerunner architec-

ture in the interior of the Halo construct, and the terrifying

omni-parasitic life-form known as the Flood.

She replayed the mission record of Private Jenkins and the

first Flood attack.

John stiffened as Captain Keyes appeared on screen and as the

Flood consumed the Captain and his squad. Sergeant Johnson

was there, too, fighting and cursing ... until the hordes of tiny,

podlike Infection Forms swarmed over him.

"The Sergeant survived," she said. "The only human to have

direct exposure to the Flood meta-organism and walk away."

"I know," the Master Chief whispered. "I'm not sure how he

survived. How could anyone live through that?"

"That's the simple part," Dr. Halsey told him without looking

up from her displays. She tapped a key, and the Sergeant's medi-

cal records flashed on screen. "See, here?" She touched a file dated

three years before. "He was diagnosed with Boren's Syndrome."

"I haven't heard of it," the Chief said.

"I'm not surprised. It's caused by exposure to high-yield

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