It was 2 years after Project Freelancer disbanded. All the freelancers have moved to their states. I went to Carolina. Tex, Texas. Wash, Washington. You get it.
My phone rang and I answered it.
"Hello?"
I heard the voice I never thought I'd ever hear again.
"Agent Carolina."
"Director? What are you calling me for."
"Because, I need a group of the top freelancers and you, being 2nd on the leaderboards, I decided you'd be one of the perfect recruits."
"What are you getting at, sir?"
"You, Texas, York, Maine, North Dakota, and Washington are all scheduled to meet me next week in California." I huffed.
"Sir, do you really think this is a good idea?"
"Yes, I do, Agent. You 6 are-were-my best soilders. I need all of you." I sighed.
"Will I get paid?"
"Of course you will." I nodded slightly.
"Fine. I'm not paying for a plane ticket to California either."
"We have it planned out already, Agent Carolina. Calm down."
I hesitated a moment before replying. "Alright. When do I leave?"
"Friday afternoon you'll be on be plane. Figure I'd give you all a day or two to catch up with each other."
"Then, I'll see you Friday?"
"That you will, agent. Goodbye."
He hung up without giving me a chance to reply.
He was up to something.
And I wanted to know what.
