(Red vs. Blue) Project Freelancer: The Other Agents

Goodbye to Our World

Several surviving members of Project Freelancer gathered around Agent D.C in the viewing area outside of the operating room where medical personnel worked furiously to stabilize and, hopefully, save their fellow agent; Puerto Rico.

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Agent Alabama flexed his new cybernetic arm and started to curse. "Those Gaw***n split-lip-"

"Easy now, Micah," Louisiana stepped in to calm him.

"I ain't gon' calm down!" Alabama demonstrated the prosthetic's dexterity in one digit in particular. "Look what they took from me!"

"Coun'tchaself lucky thassall they took from ya," his friend reminded him.

Alabama sucked his teeth and grumbled, "Y'all saved mah other arm. Why couldn't they just put it back on?"

"'Cause yer shoulder did'n exis' no more, numbnuts."

"A robot shoulder's better 'an a whole robot ARM!" Alabama snapped, sounding so sure of himself. "They coulda cloned me a new shoulder and stuck my arm back on! Now I got me a piece 'a metal stuck to me."

"S'alright, now you can tell folks ya broke it off inna ugly hinge-head's a*s. I already told a few folks that roun' here."

"That's if I lost my leg, ya idjit! Now they's gonna think I was doin' somethin' freaky!"

"You are a freak."

"Shut up!" Alabama crossed his arms and pouted. Louisiana sat down next to him in silence for a minute.

"Hey, Bama," he spoke up earnestly, pulling up something on a data pad.

"'Chu want now?"

He leaned over and presented the screen to him. "Guess who's winnin' the college Grifball tournament?"

Alabama perked up and looked at the screen. Any frustration melted away as he whistled while watching the game.

"By a whole 18 points, too," he moved over to give Louisiana space to watch it with him. "Thas what I'm talkin' 'bout! Roll Tide!"

"Roll Tide, brotha man. Roll Tide."

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"She's lost too much blood, doc."

"Well it's a good thing we've got reserves and alternatives."

"That's not what I-"

"Suction."

"Doc, we-"

"I SAID SUCTION, D***IT!!!"

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Let's see, let's see. Medical, where's Medical...? Agent Maryland sauntered through Dynamo's corridors. Mess hall... in spite of their less-than-stellar circumstances, she would make it a priority to make sure all her friends were okay. Hangar... Armory... Reactor... "Medical! Here we are!" The doors slid open and Maryland barged in, singing, "Helloooo!"

Puerto Rico slowly sat up, wincing in pain along the way. "Good to see you too, Mary." Maryland skipped over and plopped down next to her. "What time is it?"