Agent Arizona: Recollection

Back Up Plans

The Reds and Zone had arrived at the facility. They exit their vehicles and walk through the forest. Zone hears talking and motions for them to follow him. They crouch down and watch as Caboose and Epsilon enter the facility. 

"Simmons, what's the status report?" Sarge asks. 

"Gumball McJones and Caboose just went into that door." Simmons states. 

"What door? All I see is a wall." Grif states. 

"It's a secret door?" Simmons questions. 

"Simmons, what did I tell you about using Dungeons and Dragons references in combat situations?" Sarge snaps. 

"Sorry Sir. It's a concealed door." Simmons sighs. 

"That's better." 

"How did they open it?" Grif asks. 

"They talked to that computer." Simmons says pointing to the tree. "They got it to open the door by posing as members of Project Freelancer. If we pose as Agents, it'll probably let us in too." 

"Aren't agents like tough, and good at things?" Grif says. 

[Thanks Grif.] Zone grumbles. 

"I meant aside from you." Zone then punches Grif in the gut. 

"We all just pick a State name and call ourselves by that." Simmons advises. "You know, like Agent Washington. Grif, name a State." 

Grif raises his eyebrow. "What is this, a pop quiz? Uh, let's see, uh the Manhattan. No? Uh, Europe." 

"Wow. Really?" Simmons says unimpressed. 

"Pacific Ocean?" 

[Where did you grow up? On Mars?] Zone scoffs. 

"Dude, I did not do well in Social Studies and History, okay? There I said it." Grif groans crossing arms. 

"Stop guessing." Simmons breathes. "Just be Agent Alaska. How 'bout you Sarge?" 

"I'll be Secret Agent Double Ohio. License to be tall in the middle, and round on both ends." 

[Uh, dad...Ohio is a girl.] Sarge just stares at Zone as Grif and Simmons burst out laughing. 

"Okay that is priceless! Sarge chose to be a girl." Grif chuckles holding his stomach. 

"Can it dead man! Before I unleash the full might of my shotgun to your face!" Sarge growls shoving his shotgun in Grif's face. 

"And I'll be Agent Denial. Yehehit's, because a state of denial, like the saying?" Simmons snickers. "You know, it's like a, I was, you know, the whole state/state thing? You know it's a, joke." 

"No dude, jokes are funny." Grif says monotone. 

"Huh, let's just go." Simmons sighs. 

[I have a better idea just follow me.] Zone the leads the four men then to the computer. 

"Stop, this is a secure facility. You must leave. You have thirty seconds to comply or die! Thank you!" 

[FILSS, this Agent Arizona of Project Freelancer. Acknowledge and go for secure.] Zone orders. 

"I am sorry. I recognize that designation, but is classified as deceased." 

[Okay then do a hand scan.] A black box appears on the screen and Zone takes off his glove. He places his hand on the box and a blue light scans his hand up and down. 

"Oh my! Agent Arizona it is you! My records state that Freelancer Agent Maine had killed you!" 

[That's a bit of a long story, uh, would you mind letting us in?]