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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 years

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A/N: Another in the Play the Hand You’re Dealt event, this takes a look at the day Logan met his buzzkill from his point of view, and what you did that made him sure that you were the right person for this job.

Warning: language. and William’s face, gross.

Word Count: 3,432

Requested by: @something-tofightfor See You in New York Logan, General, Secrets & Lies, Logan’s POV

Logan tugged at his left shirtsleeve, fixing the toggle of the silver rimmed onyx cufflink. He twisted it with his long fingers, pushing it back through the buttonhole to tighten the fit around his wrist. That’s better. His eyes flicked up to the numbers above the elevator door, lighting up as the vessel carried him swiftly to the 38th floor. Leaning back against the shiny railing, he slid his hands into the pockets of his pants and crossed his ankles. Wonder how this is gonna go. He took a breath before letting it slowly out through his nose. Could go a few different ways, depending on… He uncrossed his feet and shifted his weight away from the railing, removing his left hand from his pocket to check the time. This could be good. Or it could be a disaster.

He’d been preoccupied with the defamation case for the last few weeks, working long hours with the legal team to prove his innocence, and between that and trying to get caught up on the work that he’d missed while dealing with that, he’d given little to no thought about what today’s introduction would be like or how it might change things. It would be the first time that he would be working with someone so closely that he hadn’t personally chosen or worked with previously, and while he knew the date Cynthia had mentioned as her associate’s start date, Logan hadn’t had time to consider anything else regarding the situation. He trusted Cynthia’s judgement and wanted to believe that the woman wouldn’t send him someone that wouldn’t be a good fit- that she wouldn’t send a goldfish into the shark tank. Annoyed enough already that his father and the rest of the Delos board were insistent upon this being a necessary step, he didn’t want to be locked into 6 months of interaction with someone that he himself would fire in 6 minutes if given the choice. Guess we’ll see.

The bright white bulb behind the stencil cut 38 lit up and the elevator car came to a smooth stop as the doors opened silently. Logan tilted his head to the right and rolled that shoulder, a small pop coming from somewhere in his neck. He could see Charlie standing a few feet away, an espresso in one hand, his touchpad and a few files stacked and tucked into the crook of his bent elbow, ready to prep Logan for the day’s meetings and deadlines. New to the company, Charlie had just graduated the intern program and Logan had made sure to snatch him up, the young man showing more promise and attention to detail than any other prospective assistant Logan had considered. He was sharp, capable and dedicated without being cocky, pretentious or a kiss-ass. But why does he look like he’s ready to shit a brick? Logan watched the man’s throat undulate as he swallowed, his eyes blinking rapidly as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. Mildly concerned, Logan strode from the elevator. Only one way to find out.

“Mornin’, Charlie,” Logan greeted him with the same relaxed demeanor that he did every morning no matter how stressed, frustrated, exhausted or busy he was. He smiled, taking the coffee that was offered to him in his left hand, right digging his phone from his pocket. “What does today look like?” Aside from meeting my new ball and chain. Quickly entering his passcode to unlock his phone, Logan took a sip of the bitter espresso and opened his calendar.

Charlie switched the items in his arm as they started walking towards Logan’s office, tucking whatever files he carried under the touch screen tablet. With a few deft swipes that he could have done blindfolded, he opened the same calendar portal so that he could go over Logan’s schedule. “Good morning, Mr. Delos.” He cleared his throat, covering his mouth by making a fist with his free hand before bringing it up to press his pointer finger to his eyebrow, dragging it towards his temple. It was his tell, the dead giveaway that his nerves were bordering on nausea. Terrible poker face, Charlie. “There’s an R & D budgetary meeting at 11. They want to propose some new synthetic materials and software upgrades they’ve been working on.”

Logan took another sip of espresso, nodding. He approved that meeting on his agenda by highlighting it with one finger, the entry vanishing from Charlie’s screen and showing up in bold font on his own. That could be interesting. Having a hand in the research and development of new technologies for the parks and for other branches of Delos Inc. was one of Logan’s favorite things about his position. Though he didn’t have a degree in engineering, he often contributed to brainstorming sessions combining his experience in the parks with his creative ingenuity to help spark new ideas or solve existing glitches or issues. “Should run about an hour, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows questioningly as he turned to Charlie, just in time to catch another press and drag of his finger over his forehead. What the fuck is he freaking out about?

Charlie nodded. “Yup, it should, usually does.” He dropped his hand back to his tablet to swipe at the next item on the list- a conference call with an investor in Paris at noon. Logan groaned internally at that one, but approved it anyway. Turning the corner, they passed Juliet’s office. Her door was closed, but Logan waved to her through the glass wall, raising two fingers on the hand he held his beverage in. Hey, Jul. She was on the phone, a frown creasing her face that only deepened as she pressed her lips together and half-heartedly waved back. Okay, who the fuck died around here? He used the same fingers that he used to wave to his sister to unlock the keypad on his office door, then pushed it open for Charlie to follow him inside.

“After that you’ve got-”

Logan closed the door with his elbow, the lock engaging automatically as soon as it clicked shut. Even though two of the four walls that made up the executive offices were glass, the soundproofing made them as private as they needed to be. “Cut the shit, Charlie.” He drained the rest of his espresso and crossed to his desk to toss the empty white cardboard cup into the recycling bin. I know something’s up, so tell me what it is.

‘Um, well,” Charlie stammered. Logan watched him clench his hand in a fist in an effort not to bring it up to his brow. He shuffled the file he’d been holding beneath the tablet, opening it and pulling out two magazines with obnoxiously bright yellow lettering emblazoned across the top, and photos and headlines collaged all over their covers. “The legal team got them to pull it from their website but…” With a shaky hand, Charlie held out the glossy prints. “I figured you would have seen them already but…” He sighed.

Is that? Logan’s eyes widened as he reached out and took what Charlie was handing him. But before he’d even turned it around, he knew exactly who he was looking at. That fucking piece of shit. The shiny, waxy paper crumpled beneath his fingers as he flexed them, a hot rush of anger flushing through him. That’s why Jules looked at me like that, he glanced up at his assistant, why he looks like he’s gonna blow. He looked back down at the photo staring up at him, his top lip curling in thick, vicious hatred.

Ousted Delos Exec Breaks Silence on Sex Scandal Rumors: It Wouldn’t Surprise Me- drugs, debauchery, and other things you didn’t know about Logan Delos as told by his former brother-in-law.

Fucking William. He flipped to the second cover, scanning a similarly damning headline featuring an equally pathetic looking photo of Juliet’s ex-husband, the man’s complexion looking off, his blond hair long and lanky in appearance. This is low, even for you, you fucking- Logan’s eyes slipped closed and he clenched his jaw. No. Not gonna let this asshole… Exhaling slowly, he dropped the tabloids to his desk and blinked his eyes open. Pulling out his chair, he sat down and set his phone on top of the prints, blocking William’s face. Following the suggestion of his addiction counselor, he’d taken all name notifications down from any publication that didn’t relate strictly to business so he wouldn’t be inundated with opinions on how long his sobriety would last and pictures of him at his worst. So when William’s “tell-all” went to print, Logan knew nothing about it. But I’m not gonna let him get under my skin and fuck around. He’d done enough damage, and now that he’d finally been dealt with, Logan wouldn’t let him gain an inch of real estate in his mind. Not again.

“Well,” he looked up at the other man and cleared his throat. “Never a dull moment, is there?” Charlie’s mouth opened and closed, his shoulders rising with a breath as though he were going to say something, then deflating as nothing came out. It’s fine, not your fault. Movement behind Charlie caught Logan’s eye as he saw Juliet leaving her office and taking long steps towards his. Here we go. “Listen, Charlie, do me a favor and just accept all my meetings for the day. If anything changes and I need to reschedule anything, I’ll let you know.” Juliet raised her fist to rap her knuckles on his office door, three assertive knocks followed by the muffled call of his name. Charlie raised his eyebrows and gestured towards the door. “Yeah,” Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let her in. Wait!” Charlie froze with his hand on the door knob. “You’ll let me know when the rep from the New York firm gets here, right?”

“Of course. She’s scheduled to be here within the hour.” Great. “Mr. Delos?” Logan tilted his head indicating that Charlie should go on. “I’m sorry about this bullshit. I hope this is the last of it.”

Logan saw in the man’s eyes that he was being genuine, another trait he valued in his personal assistant. He nodded, the slightest smile of appreciation curving his lips to the side. “Thanks, Charlie.” He stuck his chin out at the door as Juliet knocked again, harder this time. “You better let her in before she breaks it down.”

Charlie’s hand resumed motion, turning the knob to open the door. He barely sidestepped out of the way as Juliet spilled through, the young assistant skirting around the woman and scurrying out the door and out of the way. “Logan, I’m fucking livid. I’m...this is… how can he still be…” His sister paced around in front of his desk, arms and hands punctuating every words she was saying with their rigid movements. Good morning to you too, sunshine. She turned to him, finally seeing him through the haze of red. “I’m fucking pissed, I’m…” She swallowed then, tears springing to her eyes that Logan knew were caused equally by anger as they were by anything else. He got up and stepped around his desk as she wiped at her eyes. “I’m so sorry he’s still trying to hurt you, Logan, I’m...this is my-”

That initial swell of hatred built up again as Juliet tried to take the blame for William’s latest stunt. “Hey. Don’t, Jules.” He warned. She sniffed, nodding as a tendril of soft brown hair fell over her eyes. Her slender fingers came up to tuck it back into place as tears still rolled slowly down her cheeks, leaking from dark eyes brimming with frustration and contempt for her ex-husband, sympathy and love for her brother. “I mean it, don’t. This is not your fault, okay? There’s nothin’ you could have done or not done to stop him from being what he is.” Not after you married him, anyway.

He chased that thought away, wrapping her in a one-armed hug that she returned eagerly. Since Juliet and William’s divorce had gone through roughly one month ago, Logan had been working on repairing his relationship with Juliet, and was just starting to build one with his niece. He looked down at his desk, at a photo taken just a few weeks back of him and Juliet with Emily at the aquarium. Both siblings were pointing to the brightly colored fish and gently swaying coral that filled the enormous tank that they stood in front of, but the one and half year old’s wide tawny eyes were stuck on her uncle. He brought his second arm around his sister and squeezed quickly before letting go. Of course he would have preferred that she listened to him about William in the first place, not just because her disbelief had cut him deeply, but because she could have saved herself from having to have married him. But he’s out now, and I’m not letting him hurt you- either of you- anymore.

Juliet took a steadying breath and stepped back with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry, I’m just…” she scoffed. “I can’t believe he is Emily’s…” she couldn’t even say the last word. Yeah, me either. “Anyway,” she resumed her pacing, but much more slowly and far less aggressively and Logan returned to his desk chair. “I was on the phone with legal when you got in before. I’m sure Charlie told you that we got the...articles…” she was careful not to use the word story when they both knew that there was no truth to the facts that William claimed to know. “Those were taken down from these two websites.” Logan nodded, leaning against the backrest as he tapped his thumb against the edge of his desk. “Well, we’re slamming them for running it at all after the trial, after you,” she rolled her wrist, looking for the right wording. “Running it after you proved she was lying, well… they’re in deep shit.” As they should be.

“Good.” Logan sat forward, wetting his lips as he dragged one hand through his hair. It’s been a long day and it’s not even 10 am. He sighed, pushing the tabloids even further to the side of his desk so that he couldn’t see William’s face.

“Logan?” Juliet looked down at the floor before bringing her eyes level with his. He tilted his head in response. “How are you...are you doing okay? I mean with all of this?” She chewed her bottom lip. It occurred to him that she wasn’t only asking how he was handling the accusation, but also if he showed any signs of falling back down the stairway to hell.

Surprisingly, even the shock of being dragged through the mud for things he’d never even think of doing hadn’t been enough to push him back over that edge he’d fought three times to climb, this last bout with recovery feeling like it would be his last. I got my sister back, got my family and my company back and… He thought of Emily and how she was the only child in the world he gave two shits about. He smiled, and though it wasn’t one of unbridled joy and happiness, it didn’t feel forced and that was something. “I’ll be okay, Jules, don’t worry. Besides,” in a display of timing so perfect that he couldn’t have choreographed it better, his phone screen lit up and he pointed at it. “My fairy godmother is here to fix all my bullshit.” He picked up the phone as Juliet actually let out a small laugh. “I’ll fill you in later, yeah?” She nodded and wished him luck before leaving to head back to her own spacious office. The phone in his hand lit up and buzzed again, and he swiped Cynthia’s name to answer.

“Good Morning,” he answered the call, skipping the formal greeting.

“I’m assuming you saw the trash rags?” She, too, forwent any sort of official bullshit, which was one of the things Logan admired most about her.

“Sure did. Guess you saw it before it was pulled from the internet?” I wonder what it says… He glanced sidelong at the magazines on his desk and tapped his pointer finger against his phone.

“Who do you think called your legal team?” Of course you did. “That ex brother-in-law of yours looks like shit in those pictures.” Logan had to laugh at that. He heard the clacking of a keyboard as Cynthia fired off an email while she had him on the line. He does.

“Thanks, Cyn, I owe you one.” He was vaguely aware of movement outside of his office, the elevator door opening and closing as Charlie escorted a woman- you- out of it. “Speaking of which, I think your rep just got here.”

“She did. She texted me from your elevator.” Oh. So she’s just like you then. “I wanted to touch base with you one last time before you were introduced.” Interesting.

Logan watched Charlie guide you towards his office, noting your confident posture, the practiced way that you made the elevator-to-office walk look as though you had done it countless times instead of this being your first time setting foot in the building. Your eyes stayed on Charlie even as she took a sip of the coffee in your hand, sharp and focused. “I’m listening.”

“She’s the best I’ve got, so you have to trust her. She can be stubborn, like you.” Fantastic. “And in this case you’re going to have to be the one to concede, understand?” Yeah, Cyn, I get it. “I’m telling you, she’s going to tie this off in such a nice little bow that no one will be able to say a word. And this new layer of garbage with your sister’s ex? Consider it gone, she’ll have a statement prepared by lunch.”

“Sounds great, Cynthia.” I hope you’re right. After three years of dealing with the aftermath of his trip to Westworld with William, depression, addiction, and all the havoc those things wreaked on his personal life and career, Logan was in dire need of a break. Cynthia assured him that she was in fact right, and ended the phone call the exact second that Charlie’s knock came on the door to introduce you to him. Damn. He had to admire Cynthia’s ability to run a well-oiled machine in her firm. And if she stands by this rep then I should, too.

You’d given him your name, extending your hand to shake in a show of trust, briefly discussed your background and what you already knew about the case. She’s intense. He licked his lips as you rifled through the file that you carried, the deep burgundy polish on your nails standing in stark contrast to the manila folder as you pulled out page after page of preliminary drafting that you’d done for a blueprint back into the good graces of the dear old public. This is gonna work, she’s gonna-

“Is that?” You pointed to the two tabloids still sitting on his desk, not waiting for his answer, simply striding over to pick them up. Oh, alright. “These are ridiculous, and the fact that he went to this level speaks volumes about the type of person he is.” You’re right. You shook your head muttering. “Garbage people in these damn garbage… does this thing do cross cut? And can it take staples?” What? Yeah, it- You were pointing at the industrial strength paper shredder located next to his desk, and again without waiting for him to answer, you pressed a button on the machine and sent both magazines through the slot, teeth catching the thick paper and slicing it to ribbons.

“Guess I’m not reading those.”

“You don’t need to,” you shrugged, a spark in your eye catching his attention. “They’re lies, right?”

“They are.” He watched the remains of the magazine crumple and curl into confetti, William’s face and words obliterated before his eyes.

“Then what they say doesn’t matter.” You smiled and pulled your phone from your pocket, tapping the screen to answer a message as you took a sip of your coffee, tossing your empty cup on top of his in the bin. Finished with the message you were sending, you put your phone away and reorganized the file you brought with you. “Now,” Logan watched the way your left eyebrow lifted as a determined tone entered your voice. “Should we get started?”

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am-i-right-marines · 4 years

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My personal (slightly late) Day 2!

Day 2: Unidentified/ Instinct

“Bravo 7-Actual, Alpha 2-6.”

“Go for Actual, 2-6.”

“We’ve got unidentifiable contact at grid Charlie-3-Zulu-9. Alpha 2-Actual orders you to investigate. Over.”

“Copy 2-6. Moving. 7-Actual out.” Staff Sergeant Elliot Reynolds clicked off his radio channel and flashed a hand signal to his Corporal, who nodded and began passing orders to the rest of the platoon. Normally a Sergeant wouldn’t command a platoon, but their Lieutenant was dead.

All around him, he heard the slight grunts of Marines standing up and weapons clicking into position. After a moment, his Corporal returned and nodded at him. Nodding back, Elliot raised himself to a combat glide position and began heading towards his ordered position.

To his left, right, and rear, the twenty five remaining men of Third Platoon, Delta Company, 5th Battalion, 12th Marines spread out in two horizontal (in relation to Elliot) lines of twelve men, five meters between each man. The remaining man, the communications specialist who somehow survived the ambush that wiped out half of Third Platoon, was at the back of both lines.

The fifth man in the first line, Elliot took a position about a meter forward from his line, and he heard the gap get closed behind him. Moving quickly through the thick underbrush, he blinked into the limited HUD Marines had and activated his IFF tag for any nearby friendly forces. “Bravo Squad, with me. Sergeant Winters, you have tactical command. Spread out twenty meters north of our current position an intersperse yourselves with the bushes and rocks. Advance on my command.” Elliot ordered into his helmet mic, crouching in the onyx black night as he paused to give the orders over the radio.

“Lima Charlie.” His fellow Sergeant over the radio.

Leaves and grass crunched softly as heavy boots moved quickly over then to get into position. Elliot led his personal squad forward into the night, then suddenly: “Fifty meters, 11 o’clock.”

The seven marines dropped to a kneel and raised their weapons as the squad’s unofficial marksman called out the sighting. “Indentify.” The Staff Sergeant muttered into the night at his team member.

“Silhouettes, Sarge. Nothing concrete. Too dark.” The woman replied.

Elliot opened his mouth to respond, but he heard something crunch off to his right and his instincts suddenly screamed at him to move.

The Marine rolled forward as a plasma bolt flew through the air where he had just been. It was so close he felt the skin on the back of his neck heat up. Stopping himself at a kneel again, he raised his MA5B assault rifle and pulled the trigger, aiming at the blobby silhouette in the darkness.

His rifle opened up with an ear-splitting roar, spitting 7.62 millimeter bullets into the night. “Contact contact contact!” He barked into his radio as his rifle muzzle flashed.

In the half a second that had passed, dozens more plasma bolts flew at his squad from different directions. Then something else.... bullets. Why were the Covenant using bullets?

A plasma bolt zipping last his visor reminded him that now was not the time for introspection. “Winters, get up here!”

“Reynolds we’ve got contact too!”

Sure enough, several muzzle flashes appeared along the line that Sergeant Winters had set up the rest of the platoon.

Next to him, a younger Marine caught a bullet to the face and the boy collapsed in a shower of blood. “Squad on me! We have to get back to the others!” Elliot roared over the din of rifle fire, and then began an all out sprint back towards the rest of the platoon, firing at the shadows all the while. Every once in a while he’d hear the distinct sound of an Elite, Grunt, or Jackal succumbing to UNSC ordnance. That further reinforced the question: Why in the ever-loving fuck, were the Covvies using human weapons?

“Winters! We’re coming up on your left flank’s 10 o’clock!” The Staff Sergeant snapped into his microphone.

“Copy that!— Watch your right! —Check fire! Check fire left flank!” The Sergeant shouted back, cutting off mid-sentence to shout a warning to a fellow Marine.

Pink glows in the trees, some from Jackal shields, others from various weapons of armor let him know where the Covenant were in the night. He shouldered his weapon as he ran and let loose two five rounds bursts into the darkness, and was rewarded with an alien squawk as a Jackal’s head exploded into a pulpy mass.

A few more meters and bullets started flying at Bravo Squad, a second member caught three bullets in the chest-plate. “Blue, blue!” Elliot barked towards the cluster of rocks that fire had come from.

Two heads peaked out from behind it and one waved them closer. Glancing back at the fallen Marine, Reynolds saw she was fine, being helped to her feet by a second Marine. “C’mon! Let’s move!”

Elliot picked up his pace, only to watch a pink crystalline needle pierce the eye of the Marine who had waved them forward, and then detonate in a shower of gore; The unfortunate Marine’s headless body fell to the ground in a heap. “Get to cover! Now!”

Bravo Squad finally got behind the minor safety of the long line of boulders and thick shrubbery, and Reynolds left his Corporal in charge, sprinting down the line of Marines standing and kneeling while firing into the dark. “Winters! Sergeant Winters!”

The veteran turned around from where he was helping the SAW gunner reload. “Reynolds, we’re taking heavy casualties!”

“Where the hell is Alpha?!” Elliot shouted to be heard over the cacophony of roaring automatic weapons.

“Idle, dead, I don’t know! We couldn’t get a message out. Comm guy says everything but local frequencies are jammed.” His fellow Sergeant replied.

“The only thing we can do here is die! We need to fall back!” He yelled. His instincts were telling him this position was untenable.

“No, we can still do this!” Winters retorted.

“If I give you an order, it is the goddamn mission!” Elliot roared.

Winters opened his mouth to retort, only for a shout to register a ways down the thin line.

“They’re in the trees! They’re in the trees!”

Before either Marine could react, an Elite Minor de-cloaked and leaped down from a tree above them, energy-sword crackling to life.

The massive saurian warrior let loose a roar the was absolutely bone-shaking at this range, then swung his sword, bisecting Sergeant Winters in one clean stroke.

“Sergeant! Sergeant!” A young private shouted in panic.

“Take it down! Take it down!” Elliot barked, holding his trigger and pouring bullets into the Elite’s shield, which flared blue as it absorbed the damage.

The Staff Sergeant’s weapon clicked empty right as the Elite’s shield dissolved, and he had to dive to the side to avoid the deadly sword. As the Elite focused on the other Marines, Elliot quickly ejected his spent 60-round magazine and inserted another from his belt into the weapon and stood up, racking back the bolt with a simple flick of the wrist.

When he turned back the Elite, he found a second Marine skewered through the chest by the energy-sword of the Minor. “Corpsman! Corpsman!” Someone shouted.

Elliot growled, then dropped his rifle and let it hang from his strap, pulling out his K-Bar and charging the unshielded Elite. He slammed into the towering creature with the force of a speeding truck and dug his knife into the rib cage of the Elite. The alien roared in pain as he withdrew his purple blood covered knife, and he ducked under the sword swipe, stabbing it in the back, then stepping back when two fellow Marines each put a five round burst into its chest, sending it to the ground.

Sheathing his knife, he took up his rifle again and raised his voice. “Fall back Marines! Double time!”

One by one, they broke off their fields of fire and started running out of the forest. Every few seconds a Marine would catch a plasma bolt or a bullet in the back and collapse with a scream.

When they pierced the tree line and reached the open field that surrounded it, the remaining ten or so Marines all started running even faster.

Then Elliot heard something.

A quiet whistle.

His instincts screamed again and he dove to the ground. “INCOMING!”

All around him, his fellow soldiers all dropped to their stomachs with him. But they didn’t get obliterated by a heavy plasma bombardment. Reynolds looked over his shoulder.. and saw dozens of M145D Rhino artillery shells slam into the Covenant as they advanced out of the forest.

“That’s our stuff! It’s comin’ in from behind!” A Marine from the planet of Tribute shouted, his accent thick.

“Our boys! That’s our boys!” A female Marine shouted, pointing up at the sky.

Sure enough, two olive green D77-TC Pelican Dropships emerged from the clouds, each with spotlights on their noses and M808C Scorpions hanging from their rear overhang vehicle mount. Rocket pods on the wings of both Pelicans lit up as a Covenant Wraith tank emerged from the forest, and instantly got vaporized by four ANVIL-II missiles, two from each Pelican.

On the ridge a little ways behind them, engines roared, and then seven M-12 Warthog LRVs came flying over the ridge, each one carrying Marines, and headlights bright. A second later, dozens- no, hundreds of Marines came charging over the ridge on foot, shouting the UNSC Marine Corps battle cry: “Semper fi! Do or die!”

The two Pelicans dropped their Scorpion tanks to the ground, which both immediately opened up with their mounted machine guns and heavy canons. Following that, two nylon ropes dropped from the back of each Pelican... and then Marines started jumping out of the back of the dropships sliding down the ropes to the ground; Even as the Pelicans let loose more missile barrages and raked the tree line with automatic fire from their nose guns.

A Warthog zipped past the last few members of Third Platoon, blasting a Covenant Banshee out of the sky in a ball of purple fire with a gauss canon. A Scorpion swerved in front of a cluster of Marines and shook as a Fuel Rod canon blast slammed into the turret. That driver had just saved a dozen lives.

Reinvigorated, the Marines of Third Platoon, Delta Company, 5th Battalion, 12th Marines all reloaded their weapons and joined the fight.

Two B-65 Shortsword Bombers zipped overhead, dropping hundreds of pounds of heavy ordnance on the Covenant positions in the forest and tree line, sending a rousing cheer through the Marine ranks.

And Elliot’s instincts told him that no matter the situation, the UNSC Marine Corps would prevail.

“Semper Fi.”

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Video Games 1984 The fifth Arcade Awards are held, for games released during 1982-1983. Pole Position wins Coin-Op Game of the Year, Ms. Pac-Man wins console Videogame of the Year, Lode Runner wins Computer Game of the Year, and Q*bert wins dedicated Stand-Alone Game of the Year. For the second Golden Joystick Awards (held in 1985), Knight Lore takes Game of the Year. New Hardware in 1984 Apple Inc. announces the original, 128K, floppy disc-only, Macintosh. IBM releases the IBM PCjr in an attempt to enter the home computer market. It has improved sound and graphics over the original, business-oriented IBM PC, but is commercial failure. Atari announces the Atari 7800, a next-gen console that’s compatible with Atari 2600 cartridges. It is then shelved until 1986 due to the sale of the company and legal issues. Read more and vote for your favorite video games: https://ift.tt/2OkxV7z Games featured in this video: Excitebike Famicom Duck Hunt Famicom Hogan’s Alley Famicom Circus Charlie Arcade Return of the Jedi Arcade Tower of Druaga Arcade Ghostbusters c64 Montezuma’s Revenge Home Computer Boulder Dash Home Computer F1 Race Famicom Ice Climber Famicom Golf Famicom Tennis Famicom Dragon Buster Arcade Super Xevious Arcade Super Bagman Arcade Vulgus Arcade Star Force Arcade Antarctic Adventure Colecovision Lupin III Super Cassette Vision Pitfall II Atari 2600 HERO Atari 5200 & 8-bit HERO Commodore 64 Rescue on Fractalus Atari 8-bit Lode Runner Famicom Donkey Kong 3 Famicom Pinball Famicom Nuts and Milk Famicom Karateka Apple II Dragon Slayer PC-88 Ancient Art of War MS-DOS Beyond Castle Wolfenstein Home Computers Console Games 1984 Nintendo releases a conversion of their own Donkey Kong 3 for the Famicom/NES. Nintendo releases Ice Climber and Balloon Fight for the Famicom/NES. Activision releases Pitfall II: Lost Caverns, one of the last major titles for the Atari 2600. Each cartridge contains a custom chip allowing 4-voice sound. Computer Games 1984 Computer Video Games 1984: Alexei Pajitnov creates Tetris for the Electronika 60 in the Soviet Union. Elite, an influential wireframe 3D space trading game offering full six degrees of freedom and a then-unique open-ended design was released. Nihon Falcom releases Dragon Slayer, which lays the foundations for the action role-playing game genre. T&E Soft releases Hydlide, an early action role-playing game that features a health regeneration mechanic. Knight Lore by Ultimate Play the Game is released for the ZX Spectrum. It is the third title in the Sabreman series, but the first to use the isometric Filmation engine. Bullet-Proof Software releases The Black Onyx, which helps popularize turn-based role-playing games in Japan. Brøderbund releases The Ancient Art of War. It is a real-time tactics game and a precursor to the real-time strategy genre. Brøderbund also releases Karateka for the Apple II. Read more and vote for your favorite video games: https://ift.tt/2OkxV7z Arcade Games 1984 Arcade Video Games 1984: Namco releases Gaplus, the sequel to Galaga. Also, Namco releases the Tower of Druaga arcade game, a precursor to the action role-playing game genre. Data East releases Technōs Japan’s Karate Champ, laying the foundations for the one-one-one fighting game genre. Namco releases Pac-Land and lays the foundations for horizontally-scrolling platform games. Namco releases Grobda, a spin-off from Xevious. In addition, Namco releases Super Xevious and Dragon Buster, the latter of which is one of the first games to feature a life bar. Capcom releases 1942. Irem releases Kung-Fu Master and lays the foundations for the beat ’em up genre. Atari Games releases Marble Madness, their first game written in the C programming language and to use a 68000-family microprocessor. Gaming innovations 1984 Dragon Slayer lays the foundations for the action role-playing game genre Hydlide was an early action role-playing game that features a health regeneration mechanic Kung-Fu Master / Spartan X lays the foundations for the beat ’em up genre Read more and vote for your favorite video games: https://ift.tt/2OkxV7z Music featured in this video: Tower of Druaga Soundtrack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr1YwmZ8jW0 Pitfall II Soundtrack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9kgc7_yopM Star Force Soundtrack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZEbvpgDJyQ Marble Madness https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxAYJdLXgZo I do not own any rights for the music in this video! All rights for the music belong to the authors! by Retroconsole

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The Transfer (Part Five)

Description: You weren’t born in this life. You became a hunter, and a powerful Witch of Light after the death of your boyfriend Matthew. You stumbled upon the Winchester brother’s while you were seeking your revenge against the witch who killed your boyfriend. They eventually asked you to move in with them and you did. Things escalated while you were with the boys, Dean took on the Mark of Cain and it turned him into someone no one knew. Sam vowed to remove the Mark from his brother and cure him, while you had other ideas to rid Dean of the Mark.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Mention of Castiel, Crowley, Rowena and Charlie.

Relationship: Eventual Dean x Reader.

Word Count: 1610

Warnings: Angsty. Spoilers Since it’s based of season 10 and later. Also, taking a bit of a different route than the show now so it’s not exactly the same.

A/N: Ayyyooo Part Five! This series is ending at EIGHT parts. So we’re almost there! Also, big shout out to my twin @justawaywardwinchester for beta’ing this for me! Again, thanks @witch-of-letters for the idea!

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Masterlist / Dean Winchester Masterlist

Three duffels were thrown onto the map table in annoyance as Dean’s voice boomed over you, “You aren’t going on anymore hunts, Y/N.”

Anger began boiling your blood, turning your vision red. Effects of the Mark for sure. “You can’t bench me, Winchester,” you hissed.

He crossed his arms over his chest, “You almost killed me! And, not to mention the absolute mess you left for us to clean up. The Mark is making you dangerous, Y/N.”

You grabbed your stuff off the table and stormed off to your room, “Oh yeah, because you were just the cuddliest thing with this on your arm.” You retorted.

You could hear the boys sigh and mumble to each other when you walked down the hall towards your room. Well, if I’m so dangerous then I shouldn’t be here.

Throwing only the essentials into your bag, you made room for spell ingredients. You cleared your shelf of ingredients as spells for protection, hiding, and suppressing the Mark ran through your head. You waited until you heard the soft thuds of the boys’ bedroom doors closing and soft snores flow into the hallway before you snuck out of yours. You slunk into the garage, eyeing the vehicles parked before your eyes landed on Ol’ Faithful, Mae.

Soon after moving in with the boys, you had found a ‘67 Chevy Malibu. It needed a lot of work, but you wanted, no, needed to have something of yours. You needed to get your hands dirty, fix something up like Dean had fixed Baby as many times as he has.

As you slid your hands over the steering wheel, the memory from that day played over again in your mind.

You ran your hand over the dusty, crimson hood of the rusting car. Your heart hurt looking at such a beautiful car, decayed and unusable.

“Really?” Dean huffed beside you, “This isn’t and never will be Baby.”

You threw a side-eyed glare at him, “I don’t want your Baby, Winchester. I want my own Baby.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked around the car, “It’s going to need a lot of work,” he looked up towards you, “You know that?”

You nodded eagerly, “I know. But, that’s what I love about this. Build her back up, like you have with Baby.”

Dean smirked as he continued looking over the car, “How much is it again?”

“Five-hundred. I talked to the owner. It was her dad's car, he got too sick to keep up with it. It sat outside for years. Now he’s gone so she wants it gone.”

Dean nodded. Tapping the hood gently with his hand he smiled, “Let’s get her back to the bunker.”

You and Dean drove back to the bunker, grabbing the old Ford truck that sat in the garage and a trailer. You constantly looked out the back window towards the car, making sure it was still on the trailer until you made it back to the bunker’s garage. Dean had gotten a kick out of you, worrying about a car as much as he worried about Baby.

You worked on the car for months, some days alone, but mostly with Dean. He marvelled at you, the way you handled the obstacles of rebuilding the body, how meticulous you were with the silver decals, and how set you were on making the car look like the original. Of course, that had caused some fights between you two, Dean thinking he knew what you should do with your car. But, as you always reminded him, it was your car. You wanted it to look how you wanted.

As you started the engine, that final day of working on the Malibu flooded your thoughts.

“Okay!” Dean rolled out from underneath the car, his face covered in sweat streaked grease, “She’s ready, Y/N.” He wiped his hands and threw the grease darkened, red cloth onto the tool cart, “You wanna start her?”

You bounced up and down with keys in hand, “Yes!”

You ran to the driver’s side door and wiped your hands on the front of your jeans, not wanting any remnants of grease to get on the handle. You took a deep breath as you opened the door slowly. Sliding into the driver’s seat, you ran your hands over the cream-colored wheel before sliding the key into the ignition. Closing your eyes you said a silent, ‘Please start’.

When the car roared to life, you beamed at Dean, tears pricking your eyes. “Wanna take a ride, Winchester?”

Dean laughed, “Hell yeah!” He opened the doors to the garage, letting you drive through before he got in.

You drove the car for hours, Dean watching you with admiration the whole time.

You stopped at a fast food joint, ordering some burgers and fries before you went back to the bunker. Stopping in a secluded field a mile from home, you both watched the sunset as you ate. The sky’s changing colors cast a calming orange glow over the both of you.

“What are you going to name her?” Dean asked between bites of his burger.

You laid your burger in your lap, playing with the wrapper as you were thinking. “Mae.”

Dean nodded, “Baby and Mae.” He chewed the words along with his burger, “I like it.”

You shook off the feelings that were brought up with the memory as you drove towards the smallest hole in the wall motel you could find. You weren’t going to be far, but you couldn’t stay with the boys.

You couldn’t put them in danger any longer.

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Dean walked into the library, “Hey Sammy.” He was cut off by a raised finger and Sam talking on the phone. He rolled his eyes at his brother as he took a seat at the table.

“Okay. Thanks Charlie, we’ll be there soon.” Dean looked at Sam quizzically and Sam returned the look with a raised brow, “Charlie found the Book of the Damned, but now she’s being followed because of it.”

Dean sighed, “Great. Where is she?”

“I gave her a location for one of Bobby’s old cabins, she’s headed there now.” Sam rubbed his hands over his face, “She safe for now at least, but I told her we would meet her there.”

Dean stood up, “Have you seen Y/N at all today?”

Sam shook his head, “No, I haven’t even heard her all day.”

Dean turned on his heel and stormed off towards your room without another word, worry creating a pit in his stomach. Did he take things too far last night? He opened your bedroom door and looked around. All your ingredients, normally lined up nicely on the shelf, were gone, some clothes were gone, and your toiletries were gone.

He ran out of your room, back towards the library, “Sammy, she’s gone.”

“How do you kn-.”

Dean cut him off, “All of her spell ingredients are gone, clothes are gone, and I bet if I walk into the garage, Mae is gone too.”

Sam sighed, “Okay. Well, I’ll go to Charlie. You go look for Y/N and meet up with us after you find her.”

Dean nodded haphazardly as a cold sweat started to form over his forehead. He needed to find you, he needed to know that you were okay, that you forgave him for what he said. He threw a bag together quickly, and ran towards the garage.

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Ringing broke the silence Dean had been sitting in for hours, startling him, “Yeah, Sammy?”

“We have the Book of the Damned. I called Cas and Crowley, they’re willing to help us out with all of this.” Dean heard his brother snicker on the other end of the line, “I think Crowley is afraid of Y/N, Witch mixed with the Mark doesn’t settle well with him.” Sam paused, “We also have a plan to get Rowena to help us out, we’ll have to double cross her a bit but, you and I both know what she’s capable of.”

Dean nodded, even though his brother couldn’t see him, “Yeah. She’d do anything to get her hands on that book and use it for whatever she wanted.” Dean sighed as he stared at the onyx sky, lit up only by the stars, “I haven’t found her yet. I tried looking at the history on her credit cards but, I think she’s using cash. I don’t know if I’ll find her Sammy.”

“We’ll find her, Dean. Don’t worry.”

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You felt cold, hard ground underneath you. Dry, crinkling grass was grasped between your closed fists. Opening your eyes, dark storm-like clouds surrounded you as the wind whipped. “What the- ?”

You looked down around you as you stood up. How the hell were clouds like these down on the ground? This is impossible.

And then you saw someone walk toward you. A woman. Her long, brown hair unmoving in the current chaos you were standing in. Her black gown flowed out behind her as she smiled, “Y/N.”

The way she said your name sent shivers down your spine. You felt a connection towards her, a deep connection that you didn’t understand.

“Who are you?”

You looked at her with wide eyes as she laughed, “You’ll see soon enough, Y/N.”

You shot out of bed, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. Looking around the motel room, you focused on the alarm clock to your right. 4:36 am. You groaned as you flopped back on the bed, not happy with how little sleep you had gotten.

You stared at the ceiling wide awake, reeling. Who was that woman?

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