Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Recreation

Chapter 13 Called Up

Washington: I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Chairman: You are Special Agent Washington, former member of Project Freelancer. Also know by designation Recovery One.

Washington stood before a screen that projected the chairman of the Oversight Sub-committee.

Washington: Also known as prisoner 619-B.

Chairman: Convicted, three counts dereliction of duty, eight counts of conspiracy to commit treason, and my personal favorite, seven counts of destruction of property, classified military property.

Washington: And you are. . .?

Chairman: I am someone extremely disappointed by the destruction of said property. That is all you need to know.

Washington: I wanna make a deal. I have information that you want.

Chairman: All the information I want, was lost in the destruction of Project Freelancer.

Washington: Not all of it.

Chairman: Agent Washington, if you knew anything, that could've kept you out of prison, I am sure it would have come to light during your trial. So if you're quite through wasting my time, we'll-

Washington: I know you're missing the Epsilon unit, along with the Delta unit. And I know just where to find them.

Chairman: . . . You have my attention.

Washington: They disappeared after the events of Freelancer Command. You searched EVERYONE associated with the program. Even the Red team troopers you found.

Chairman: Yes, the ones who were found bickering around the stalled jeep.

Washington: There's another group of soldiers, a Blue squad. They escaped with Epsilon and Delta.

Chairman: I show no records of these soldiers.

Washington: And you won't, but I know where to find them. So here's the deal, I get you those missing modules, you get me out of here. I get a clear slate, and we forget we ever knew each other.

Chairman: That sounds fair.

Washington: And I'm gonna need some equipment. Invisibility, overshields. . . anything left over from Freelancer.

Chairman: I think we can put you in the right direction for that.

*At Valhalla*

The mongoose was sent flying by a storm of grenades while Simmons ran from the Meta, screaming the entire time!

*At Sandtrap*

The Reds and Blues were at the entrance to the temple, fending off the soldiers and aliens heading their way!

Tucker: Guys, hold them off, I'll get the door!

Everyone made it inside, and the entrance to the temple lowered and shut!

Tucker: There!

Caboose: Tucker!

Tucker: Hey Caboose.

Grif: Oh hey, look, it's that guy.

Tucker looked at Ruby.

Tucker: Did you really have to bring them?

Ruby: They insisted on coming. Oh right, Delta, South, this is Tucker. Tucker, the AI is Delta, and the purple one is South.

South: Nice to meet you.

Delta: Likewise.

Tucker: 'Sup, so Sou-

The magenta girl raised her weapon.