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"DEVIL’S DANCE"
Some Spartans were scary, but this one put the “Eva” in “Evil”.
It all began deep within an enemy base, your target an insurrectionist commander you were ordered to apprehend. It seemed simple if it wasn’t for one problem. The target had been found bound in his office chair, alive but terrified. Looks like another was after the target, someone that was heard before seen.
“You’ve arrived at last, mein liebling. I’m delighted to finally make your acquaintance… so delighted.”
The voice that greeted you was smooth, unmistakably German, its calm tone completely out of place. Despite its politeness, there was an underlying mockery, a sinister coldness lurking beneath every word.
In the span of a blink, she appeared. A tall figure, a Spartan-III, towered behind the target’s chair. Her dark brown Mark-V[B] CQB-class armor, sleek and menacing, barely let any part of her form show. She was the embodiment of danger, every inch of her imposing.
“I apologize for the interruption, but it seems ONI wants us together for this mission. I’m Eva-G033, I hope you’ll enjoy my company… I’ll be sure to enjoy yours.”
The atmosphere felt wrong. Something was off about her, about the whole situation. Before you could even respond, you heard another voice. It was an insurrectionist. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide at the scene before him. But before he could make a sound, Eva was behind him. In a fluid motion, she twisted his neck, breaking it with terrifying ease.
“Oh, I despise taking lives, but I was told no witnesses. Truly depressing, all that knowledge in his little wrinkled brain turned to mush.”
She caressed the fallen man's shoulders with an eerie tenderness, whispering something into his ear before gliding toward the door, as if nothing had happened. Great, guess she’s a deranged psychopath… always the Gamma Company Spartan-IIIs.
“Come along now, mein liebling. And bring the target with you...”