Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

As you command, Chang Gong, John replied.

Mendez saluted and left the room with Dr. Halsey.

John looked back at his team members. Except for Tommy, who was temporarily sent to perform a mission on Harvest, all the Spartans stood at attention. Thirty-two people, too many. He only needed a small team for this operation: five or six men.

Sam, Kelly, Linda and Fred. Meet me at the weapons depot in ten minutes. The others looked down at the floor in disappointment, The rest of the group dispersed, you have a more important task: in Wait here.

The array of combat equipment displayed in the Pioneer's arsenal is dazzling. One table was stacked with guns, knives, communicators, explosives, medical kits, survival gear, laptop computers, and even a thruster for use in space.

More important than equipment is his team, John thinks so.

Sam was the first of them to shake off the side effects of bioaugmentation surgery, and now he's eagerly walking around among the rocket boxes. He was a head taller than John and the strongest of them all. He had reddish-brown hair about three centimeters long, and Mendez often warned that he would soon look like a civilian rather than a soldier with the appearance of a soldier.

Kelly, on the other hand, was the last to recover from the surgery. She stood in a corner with her hands crossed on her chest. Before, John had almost thought she wouldn't make it. She still looked thin, her hair hadn't grown out yet, but her face still had a wild charm.

Fred crossed his legs, sat on a stool, and turned a sharp dagger. No matter what test he took, he always came in second. John thought he had the strength to take first, but Fred didn't seem to like it. This idea. He is neither fat nor thin, and is of a moderate height. After bioaugmentation surgery, his hair has a few strands of silver. If you are looking for someone to blend in with the crowd, he is the best choice.

Linda was the quietest of the group. She has pale skin and a pair of green eyes under her short red hair. Her marksmanship is extremely accurate and she can be called an artist in the field of sniper shooting.

Kelly walked around the table and picked up a sleek blue coverall. Her name was embroidered on the chest of the dress. Is this our new training uniform?

It was provided by MI, John explained. They were going to dress us up like the crew of the Redon.

Kelly raised her protective clothing and frowned. They don't give a girl much to do.

Try this one to see if it fits. Linda picked out a black tights for the slender Kelly and handed it to her.

They had used this black tights before. This is modified lightweight armor made of lightweight polymer materials that can withstand small bullets and block infrared signals. The helmet has built-in communicators, displays, and heat and motion detectors. If the seal is good, the oxygen inside can support the vacuum for fifteen minutes.

This thing is not very comfortable to wear, and it is very easy to damage after being put on the battlefield, and it always needs repairing.

It's too tight, Kelly said. It hinders my movement.

We have to wear these things on this mission. John told her, There are too many places where there is a vacuum and there is no air to breathe. For the rest, you can bring whatever you want. But it must be light. In this damn place , we don’t have much reconnaissance data, we have to move as fast as possible. Otherwise, we have to wait to die.

The whole team began to organize their weapons.

How about firing 390 rounds? Fred asked.

Okay. John said, Each of us will bring a gun with 390 bullets, so that we can all share the ammunition source when needed. Except Linda.

Linda walked towards a gun with a long black barrel, SRS99C-S2AM. This sniper rifle has standard parts: scope, stock, barrel and even the firing part can be removed.

She quickly took the gun apart and reassembled it according to her instructions. She installed a barrel with a muzzle brake that had a silencer and flame suppressor function, and then made some corrections. In order to achieve a lower bullet exit speed, the ammunition was changed to .450 caliber.

She threw away all the sights and sights and linked her sighting system directly to the helmet's display system. Finally, she picked up five more boxes of magazines.

John chose the MA2B, which is a lightly modified version of the MA5B standard assault rifle. This gun has enough firepower and high safety. It is equipped with automatic sights and ammunition indicator devices, as well as anti-recoil devices, and is worth mentioning its rate of fire of fifteen rounds per second.

He picked up a dagger: a twenty centimeter-long blade with sharp teeth on the other side, made of non-reflective carbon-iron alloy and could be used for throwing. John grabbed the panic button, a tiny one-way shortwave beacon. It has two settings. Pressing the red one reminds the Pioneer that they have attracted the enemy's attention and a gunfight is imminent; pressing the green one just marks the location of the base so that the UNSC can launch subsequent attacks.

He grabbed a handful of magazines and suddenly stopped. He slowly let them slide back into the magazine, leaving only five. If he got into a situation where he had to use so many magazines, the mission would have been ruined.

Everyone's choices are similar. Kelly selected a tablet with infrared connectivity and a field first aid kit.

Fred picked out a standard lockpicking outfit.

Linda took a tracker the size of three thumbtacks. These pins can be attached to an object, allowing them to track it along the way.

Sam carried two backpacks. The power pack is filled with powerful C-12 explosives, enough to penetrate three meters of spaceship armor.

Do you think that's enough? Kelly laughed at him.

Do you think I should get some more? Sam replied with a smile, I think there is no better way to celebrate the completion of a mission than to set off some fireworks.

Is everything ready? John asked.

Sam suppressed a smile and quickly grabbed a spare magazine for his MA2B. Ready!

Kelly gestured to John with her thumb.

Fred and Linda nodded.

Then let's get going.

The civilian cargo ship Raiden (registration number F-0980W) was parked at the Eridanus space port. With the help of military intelligence agents, the action team easily sneaked into the cargo ship two days later, passing by the only guard in the main cargo bay of the Raiden. Sneaking through, we entered the central area water tank, which was almost deserted.

Spartan-117 is in position. The next report will be at 0400. John turned off the microphone, encrypted the message, stored it in his communicator, and then transmitted the message to the Athens through a secure pulse signal - a ship carrying several An MI cruiser stationed in the space station outside the astronomical unit.

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