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"Communications without intelligence is noise; intelligence She'-ol: The abode of the dead in the Bible. Hebrew origin. Operative 3884 smirked. They had waited years for this kind of breakthrough on human technology. The CIA-Human Branch had been digging forever in the human civilization for this kind of data. Because of a lack in breakthroughs, the Covenant Intelligence Agency's recruiting had declined drastically ever since the true war had started 7 years ago. But now...now.. thought the agent. The humans' information network was exposed. They had the routing frequencies of all optical transmissions, allowing them to interfere and toy with any message they wished. If only their UNSC Security Agency had this kind of information on us... 3884's eyes went into a hazy dream, thinking the war would have been over very early had the humans had this kind of intelligence. Now. 3884 thought about what to do with the intelligence. He truly had no idea. Tapping his temple, if Covenant have a temple according to the humans, he transmitted a vocal affirmation of the retrieval of the target data. A surprisingly calm and serene voice resonated back. "Return to headquarters carefully, 3884." He turned, plasma pistol in his left hand down by his side, and carefully walked away from the console on Earth. Now to find a way out of here. Without killing myself. Rolling laterally, 3884 popped to his feet, pistol raised in the Covenant version of the "Weaver stance". Noone. Good, he thought. He glanced behind him, always checking his rear, and continued down the hall carefully. Senses fully alert, his beady eyes darted from left to right, up to down as his audio sense became tuned to the ambience around him. Have to get to a clearing in order to teleport. He rolled again at a corner, and found himself at an airlock chamber. Noone again. He strolled out, only to meet bullet fire from a soldier's assault rifle. 3884 pulled out the portable teleport, and managed to through the information disk into the green lights, and press the self-destruct button on the mechanism itself before he was obliterated by seven soldiers firing upon him. * * * Dr. Farquar removed his glasses, placed a hand for support against the ship's wall, and glanced at the computer, relaxing his legs. The humans' information system was rather complex. But there was a way around it. There was always a way if there was a will. He smiled at his use, albeit reversed, of the human idiom. How ironic that the humans' system will be their downfall in this war. The Sheol Project could now proceed. The project was to be completed within a period of 6 months, probably faster the doctor of computer science thought. As an analyst of the CIA-Human Branch, the doctor would more than likely be placed at the "top of the food chain" during the project. He could not wait to get started on the weapon of mass destruction. It would be the bomb to end all bombs. And not injure a soul. Human history would be erased, and they would have to start all over. Very clever, Farquar thought to himself. Farquar felt like laughing, but it was too early to celebrate the victory. |
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