Fade in on a dead red body and a dead blue body. In comes a soldier in dark armor with yellow highlights who leans down over one of the bodies and starts fidgeting, causing a green glow to emanate upon him
Voice: Prime display activated. Restoring functions.
The voice is revealed to be an A.I.
A.I.: Hello, how may I be of assistance to you?
Soldier: Instruction: identify yourself.
A.I.: Executing; I am intelligence program Delta, as created for the special operative program Freelancer. I have been assigned to agent Foxtrot Twelve. Or, York. My assignee was recently killed in combat.
Soldier: I noticed. Hold on.
Radio sounds
Soldier: Come in, Command. This is Recovery One. I've located the Delta A.I. He appears in tact.
Command: This is Command, we need a full inventory of the carrier's equipment before it's decommissioned.
Recovery One: Why do you need that?
Command: Recovery One, please respond to the directive. Perform a complete inventory.
Recovery One: Roger Command. Recovery One out. Delta, instruction: run a full system diagnostic, with detail on armor components, analyze inventory.
Delta: Executing, result: all components present. Armor at 70% peak capacity.
Recovery One: Not bad for an old locksmith. Hey, need you to start a countdown for me. One hundred on the clock.
Delta: Initiating. One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. May I make an inquiry?
Recovery One: Go ahead.
Delta: Why was I not destroyed?
Recovery One: What?
Delta: When an assignee is killed in action, protocol dictates that all intelligence programs be destroyed.
Recovery One: Yeah that's what they told me at first too. But you were encrypted until you could be recovered. I'm here to recover you.
Delta: Recovery carries risk. Destruction ensures that an A.I. will not fall in to enemy hands.
Recovery One: Are you complaining?
Delta: Not at all! Just noting a discrepancy.
Recovery One: What do you want from me guy? You cost a lot of money, okay? It's cheaper to recover you than it is to delete you. Go bitch to the accountants.
Delta: If I have offended you, I do apologize.
Recovery One: Yeah, I'm all busted up about it. Now, store yourself in a portable component, okay? I'm moving you.
Delta: You could insert me in to your own A.I. slot. I do not show it as occupied.
Recovery One: I don't think so.
Delta: If you are having difficulty, I can walk you through the implantation procedure.
Recovery One: I don't do that.
Delta: Are you Agent Washington?
Recovery One: That's me.
Delta: Then I understand. You had, difficulties with your assigned A.I. unit.
Washington: Difficulties? Yeah, I suppose that's a word.
Delta: In that case, I must insist that you terminate my program. Destruction ensures that an A.I. will not fall in to-
Washington: Look, Delta, just relax. I don't think you're in any danger of getting hijacked by one of the four dead guys here with us.
Delta: Three.
Washington: What?
Delta: My sensors indicate only three inert human forms. Yourself and one other remain active.
Washington: Wha-
Several rifle rounds shoot past Washington's head
Washington: Huh!
Washington starts running
Washington: Great, thanks for telling me!
Delta: I suggest you return fire.
Washington: Ya think?
A plasma grenade lands at Washington's feet
Washington: Son of a-!
Washington and a white soldier run past each other shooting, and Washington comes up dry
Washington: Dammit.
The white soldier reloads, then retreats
Washington: What the hell?
Delta: Perhaps he realized that York's equipment was charged to detonate. Currently T-minus four,
Washington: Instruction! Storage, now!
Delta: Executing.
Delta disappears back in to York.
Delta: Two. One.
Washington collects Delta and jumps off the building as York's body explodes behind him, and lands below
Washington: Well, at least that was easier than the last one.
Radio sounds as Washington starts jogging
Command: Recovery One, this is Command, we have a level one distress signal, immediate response necessary.
Washington: I just wrapped that up, Command. I'm headed home.
Command: Negative, Recovery One, this is a new signal.
Washington: That's the fifth one this month.
Command: Affirmative.
Washington: (sigh) Alright, send me the coordinates.
Washington reaches his jeep and drives off. The screen cuts to black.
Washington: I'm on my way.
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Red vs blue (female OC) season 6
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