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Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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my personal property when I have showed nothing but good

faith in this—"

"Hold on to your shirttail, Governor," Admiral Whitcomb

snapped. "I'm in the middle of finding out who took your ship

and what precisely is going on. Cortana, any response to our

hail?"

"An automated code, sir," she said. Her mouth opened in as-

tonishment. "UNSC Code Three-Nine-Two."

"Three-Nine-Two?" the Admiral asked. He stared into space,

trying to recall the obscure code.

The Master Chief cleared his throat and told him, "Admiral,

that is an official 'nonresponse' code, sir. Special Warfare teams

use it to ignore hails... due to a higher-priority mission."

"God damn it." The Admiral's face flushed, and he ground his

teeth. "You mean the good doctor just told me to go to hell."

On the forward screen the Chiroptera, its batlike wings nearly

invisible against the black of space, accelerated in a sudden burst.

Pinpoints of light appeared around the craft that elongated and

smeared. The ship vanished.

"A Slipspace transition," Cortana said.

"I thought you told me," the Admiral said, slowly turning

on Haverson, "that that ship was locked down. That vital compo-

nents were removed when it was decommissioned. That there

was no way it could make a Slipspace jump?"

"Yes, sir, I did."

"And would you care to explain why that ship just disap-

peared, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, Admiral. I was wrong," Haverson replied without meet-

ing the Admiral's eyes. "Doctor Halsey apparently found a way

to circumvent the ONI lockout on the ship's systems."

On screen, Jiles said, "This is most unfortunate, Admiral. I ex-

pect to be compensated

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—"

"You bet it's unfortunate," Admiral Whitcomb said. "If I'd

known there was a chance we could have used that ship to jump

to Earth. . . I would have done it an hour ago. Cortana, what was

her trajectory?"

"Not Earth," Cortana said. "Doctor Halsey's course points to

no known system in my database."

The Admiral scrutinized the forward screen: Jiles's face, the