Harriet II, September 16th, 2300 Hours It was the same as always, just the two of them against the world, just like it should be. Marcus-226 sat idly in the hangar bay of the UNSC I Am Your Father pulling back the slide of the MA5K carbine he held in his right hand, meticulously checking over his weapon. Before him lay a suppressor, an under barrel grenade launcher, a scope meant for a BR55, and a laser pointer, all components for the small weapon the he held like a toy, but it was his toy. * * * * * *