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01:50 Hours, November 15th, 2552 (Military calendar)
Location: ???
Seeing the man charge in with a series of fast swipes prompted the Spartan to dart backward; rearing his arm back with his dominant hand and throwing the rifle itself as hard as he could at the man in an attempt to throw him off balance, but only for a moment. Drawing his service knife into his hand; he'd brace himself into a combat position and use what little time he had to prepare for the next eventual charge- already surmising the hostile's combat abilities to be double that of an S-II with all the temperament of a hinge-head. However, he'd at least humor the man's question- sister? Oh, great. With a guy like him, there's already no way he's getting by the first date. A barely audible huff emerged as static from the Spartan as he shrugged; answering in a detached, cold tone. "Safe with us. Wouldn't want her to see you die." He wasn't going to leave HUNK to his fate- or his team without a leader. Switching to his internal comms, Jack spoke briskly on the Agency channel. It was worth a shot, even if that message was probably going to be lost to the void. "Maverick One to Command, engaging hostile. Over out."