His designation was Spartan-132, known only among his brothers and sisters as Lance.   He was dressed in dark purple armor, his helmet currently slung under one arm as he headed for mission briefing.   He'd long since drifted into the position of a Scout, a pistol on each hip and his assault rifle slung across his back.<br/><br/>He padded nearly noiselessly even now, making a detour to pick up a bottle of water from the mess hall.   He uncapped it, tossing the cap into the recycler without even looking at it.   He took a good sized swig, exchanging nods as he went.