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Two minutes ticked off Fred's mission clock. Too much time sitting here, doing nothing, while the Covenant over their heads were undoubtedly figuring out a way to dig them out and tear them to pieces.
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"It was a good idea," he told Kelly. "We'll recon the shaft. Maybe it's not completely collapsed. Will you—"
A mechanism thunked and then hummed within the titanic door. There was a hiss as the seams parted, and the meter-thick door swung inward on perfectly balanced, silent hinges.
Bright light flooded the passage. A silhouetted figure stood on the threshold. As Fred's display compensated and enhanced the image, he saw it was human, slight of figure, female. She wore a gray pleated skirt and a white lab coat with a data pad stuffed into the breast pocket. He caught the glimmer of her eyeglasses, black-rimmed with faint bifocal lines. Her gray hair was coiled into a tight bun.
But it was her face that caught and held his focus—he recog?nized the tight smooth skin that wrinkled only in the comers of her mouth and her gray-blue eyes. She was the intellect behind the SPARTAN-II program, and the one who'd invented their MJOLNIR armor.
She was Dr. Catherine Halsey.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
0810 hours, August 30,2552 (Military Calendar)\Epsilon Eridani system, ONI underground facility, planet Reach.
Dr. Halsey studied the five Spartans in the hallway and pushed her antique glasses farther up the ridge of her nose. Despite everything their presence here meant—Reach invaded, their mis?sion to find the Covenant leadership compromised, everything she had worked for now in jeopardy—she was still pleased to see them. She steeled herself, though; an emotional outburst wouldn't be understood, or appreciated, by her Spartans.
"Come in," she said briskly. "And hurry. From the sounds of things upstairs we haven't much time."
The Spartans stood there a moment—undoubtedly communi?cating with one another through a mixture of externally silent COM channels and minute body language. She noticed the tick of a finger, the slight nod of a head. They then moved together, picked up their equipment, and walked through the threshold of the vault.
Dr. Halsey greeted them as they passed her. "It's good to see you, Fred."
"Ma'am," Fred replied. "Good to see you, too."
She noted that Kelly's movements were off, a little sluggish. She was hurt, as were the rest of them, now that she saw them up close. "Kelly."
"Doctor Halsey." She reached out and gave her hand a slight squeeze of greeting.
"Isaac."
"Doctor."
"Vinh."
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She nodded.
"William."
Will grunted. He had never liked his formal name.
She knew this annoyed them all—how she was always able to tell who they were despite the MJOLNIR armor. She had grown up with them, knew their every gesture and their indi?vidual walks. She could have never called them by their num?ber designations: SPARTAN-104, -087, -039, -029, and -043, respectively.
Dr. Halsey tapped a control pad. The vault door eased silently shut, its seams vanished, and, with a sharp, metallic click, it locked.