Bennett heard Fairchild's footsteps increasing to catch him. He struggled to decide if he should sigh or laugh. Her file showed that she leaned towards being alone, not a big surprise. Psychological problems almost seemed issue. Than again, he had problems before the Spartan IV program. He had heard her rebuke though, sot hat earned her at least a short conversation. He stopped and pivoted his head back. It wasn't exactly a smile she wore, but neither was it the half-grimace he hid behind. There was a measure of happiness there.
"Nick, you can't control who I go out with anymore, I'm twenty-three."
Bennett gently grabbed her arm. "Oh really? Not like you've ever had issues with an ex-boyfriends...Hmmm...Not like any of them have ever stalked you, or caused a scene in public. It's not like I've had to pull a gun on the past five just to get them to leave you alone. You have great choice in guys, what am I thinking?" He said it all with a cocky smile that showed he was right.
She smiled back, just as sarcastically, and put a hand on his. "Right...What was I thinking? I'll just forget about the two previous girls that broke your heart. Remember them? Ashley, she was cheating on you in your bed. Kiara, didn't she sleep with your best friend?"
Bennett sighed. "You can't control who I go out with." They both descended into loud laughter.
"Smooth sailing then?"
Bennett blinked. "What?"
"Smooth sailing? Everything go good down there?" Her voice had an interesting accent.
"Managed hurricane, but, I'm here, no complaints." He gestured for her to go first. He matched her pace.
"Shut up," Fairchild said and then looked back at him, "My AI."
Bennett nodded and looked off across the mess hall. "No offense, but the doctors are probably going insane trying to find me. I'll go calm their asses down...Maybe see ya' round?"
Without waiting for a response, he headed out the closest door. Her steps followed, but were lost as he turned the corner. He hopped in an empty rail car. The trip across the three and a half mile ship took two minutes. Three doctors ambushed him as he walked in. They ran more tests. they apparently required three blood samples, one from his back and two from his gut. They were measuring for dangerous particles or something like that. Then they put him in a scanner, which showed very clearly every organ and bone. They pointed out to him, with a laser pointer no less, where his intestines had been severed and repaired. Like he couldn't see that they were an odd shape. He left before he got angry.
He decided to check up on his armor. He located the dented, scored, and mostly destroyed MJOLNIR set. He tried to worm his way into the ship's maintenance records to find out when it would be fixed. A yellow hologram of a WWII aviator showed up. Bennett quickly put Roland down.
"Listen, Red Baron, I just need my armor fixed up so I can go back to work."
The AI looked at him.
"Want that in binary? Zero-zero-one-one-zero-zero One-one-one-zero-"
"That's alright Spartan. Your armor will be fixed by tomorrow morning, ready to go."
"Need it before than, I need to rip out what I don't need."
"Sir," The AI started, "I have a record of what you changed and added. I can see that it gets done how you like."
"Fine. Do it." Bennett didn't asked how he had found out. Most of what he did to that suit violated several protocols. He was just angry someone had known. He walked away from the station and to the armory. A Spartan gave him an odd look as he stuck the M6C-SOCOM into his waistband. He had a box with a reflex sight and laser in his left hand. The range was a time of solitude. He fired two magazine sot make sure the irons were sighted right. Than, he spent another four getting his reflex sight and laser pointer dead on. The pistol went in his waistband again. Someone would miss it, but it was his now. He attached a new electronics suite to his MA5D and sight that in as well. He didn't notice the group of fully armed Spartan IV's watching him as he drilled round after round where they needed to go without the aid of a HUD or armor.