Halo: Agent Alpha | prologue

The rogue was one step ahead of her.

Always one damn step ahead. The Solo frowned and kept walking, eyes flicking between sensor readouts and her surroundings. This rogue was organized, clearly of sound mind – if not intention – and familiar with the tactics and methods of the Solos dispatched to eliminate the few who were stupid enough, or insane enough, to go rogue.

Her bionic eye identified a potential threat, moving fast at ground level away from her. A moment's pause to consult the sensors in her suit, and suddenly she was off, racing through the undergrowth in hot pursuit. Her target had made his first mistake. She would make sure it was to be his last.