Chairman: To the Director of Project Freelancer.
Fade in to the electronic storage area for A.I.s
Chairman: I write to inform you, that by the authority of this sub-committee, officers have been dispatched, to place you under arrest, and we expect your full co-operation. Congratulations are in order, I suppose. When they write the new morality protocols for dealing with A.I., I'm certain they will name entire sections of the doctrine after you. And how you killed our Spartan we gave you. He won't appear that way, because Spartan's never die, they're just missing in action. It seems that you will earn your place in history after all, dear Director.
Cut to the Meta fighting the Freelancer soldiers and winning. Then cut to the main characters back in the motor pool
Washington: Alright. Stick to the plan. Just run. Get Epsilon out of here. Turn it over to the authorities the first chance you get.
Simmons turns to Sarge. "Sarge, shouldn't we help him? He won't stand a chance against that thing."
"We have our orders, Simmons." Sarge informs. "We have to think about the mission."
"Finally, an order I want to follow." Grif says. "Run away and live."
"If Agent Wash wants to face him alone, that's his business." Sarge says.
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The Weapons Guy
FanfictionFollow Ash and his explosive experiments as he goes through adventures with his friends on Red Team and those Dirty Blues. Season 1-10 (I don't own anything other than Ash.)