"THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" A woman clad in a lab coat bursts through the door into the command center.
"Who let this woman in?" A man in a markedly bare black admirals uniform asks while pouring over the imaging relayed from the SkyHawk Dagger 1-4. The SkyHawk speeds through the planet-spanning canyon on the world Coryner. The aircraft moves with an impressively efficient speed and course. Weaving effortlessly through the pillars and caves while staying as low as humanly possible to avoid detection.
"WHO AUTHORIZED THIS?!" The woman directly challenges the admiral and the entirety of the staff in the command center stare dumbfounded. Here was an admiral of the most elusive and highest organization in the UNSC, The Office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI for short. Yet this comparatively small woman had the audacity to stare him down. While the admiral remains passive.
"May I remind you Dr that it is ONI who authorized this entire endeavor. From your test subjects to the man and women who stand in this room. You will do well to know who exactly keeps the wheels rolling." The admiral cooly responds without looking from his display.
"That is beyond the point! They are not assassins they are soldiers!"
"They are whatever we need them to be. That is the point of a super-soldier."
"The point IS, my dear admiral is that they are not ready to be deployed on solo operations! I have made this expressively clear on multiple occasions! Why in god's name has this been authorized!??"
"Because, Dr. Halsey..." The admiral finally deems her worthy to look at. "The program started with Seventy-Five participants. We have only Thirty-Three remaining. If they are as good as you claim then this should be nothing. Scalpels remember?"
"They are meant to be surgical strike TEAMS. Emphasis on teams but I'd doubt ONI would know anything of cooperation! You are needlessly putting their lives at risk! And I don't even need to remind you why we only had Seventy-Five participants."
(1/?)