Agent Arizona: Season 15

Quicksave

Inside Temple's museum of Freelancers, Locus had unfrozen Wash and Carolina from their poses. He sets Carolina down against the wall next to Wash as he cracks his neck. 

"Yeah, that's the spot." Wash groans. 

"Just give me one minute. I'll be ready to fight-" 

"Doubtful." Locus cuts Carolina off. "Your life-support system has failed. You're starving and dehydrated." 

"Just one minute." Carolina says determined. 

"So. Seems like you've been busy, big guy." Wash pants. 

"What my delusional friend is trying to say is what the heck are you doing here?" Carolina demands. 

Locus exhales. "Several months ago the Blues and Reds stole the power generator from a colony of refugees." 

"So, it's a charity case?" Carolina asks. 

"No. Without clean water and air, they perished. Every man, woman, and child." 

"Geez." Wash mutters. 

"How did you find out about it?" Carolina inquires. "Did you know them?" 

"I tracked the Blues and Reds to this sector, where I found your robot drifting towards a nearby black hole." Locus explains.  

"Well, as soon as this elevator stops, I'll be ready to kick butt and take names." Wash replies weakly. 

"We're not in an elevator." Locus points out. 

"Oh. Well, in that case, it's gonna be up to you three to save the day." 

Carolina turns to Wash. "Three?" 

"Yeah. You, Locus and Big Bird over there." Wash looks to the left and gives the peace sign. "What up, Big B?" 

"Both of you are past the point of usefulness." 

"You've never needed our help mowing down soldiers before." Carolina retorts. 

"I don't...do that anymore." Locus states. 

Carolina looks at Wash. "Wash, is it possible to hallucinate with your ears?" 

"I don't know, officer. I swear. I usually keep it in the glove box." Wash protests. 

"I promised myself I would change. I'm not going back on that now." Locus says. 

"You really expect us to believe you can just change overnight?" Carolina hisses strainfully. 

"Given the things you two have done, I would hope so." Locus shoots back. 

"This is gonna suuuuuck." Wash murmurs. 

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Inside another holding cell, Dylan and Jax are cuffed and being guarded by a Blue Zealot until Sarge walks in. 

"Oh hey, you here to see the script?" Jax says. 

"Quiet. You, guard, get on out of here." Sarge orders. 

"Sorry sir. I've been ordered to observe." The Zealot states. 

"Observe what?" Dylan asks. 

"Temple's orders for the traitors to be put down." The Zealot laughs darkly. 

Jax starts to panic. "Traitors? D-do-do you mean us?" 

"That's right." Sarge nods. 

"Woah woah woah! You can't kill me, I haven't made my opus!" Jax protests.