Two hours, huh? Well that means that I have to at least obtain the data in one hour and fifty five minutes, actually no. One hour and thirty minutes to give time for transit. Great.
I approached the heavily encrypted and holographic double locked door. I first worked on the holographic lock. A blip went off on my HUD.
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"Agent Wyoming, I have picked up a remote silent alarm I placed on all bunker doors. Agent Alaska is currently accessing the only bunker door on this floor."
"Excellent job Sigma. Maine, why don't you go deal with our little friend. I'll make a stakeout here."
Agent Maine nodded and left the room.
"Alright chaps, we're gonna have company very soon," Wyoming noted to the other five soldiers in the room. "Make final preparations."
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I could sense someone approaching the door I was still working on. It was a big bulky soldier, it wasn't a soldier, it was a FREELANCER. It was Agent Maine.
A silent alarm, if I had an AI that could have been prevented.
Agent Maine just waited, I could sense movement, no doubt preparation for my appearance. I went around the corner and continued intrusion with telekinesis.
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The door opened, I already had my two magnums ready (the brute shot wasn't permitted). Nothing was there.
Strange, this isn't supposed to happen. Agent Alaska does not have cloaking abilities. Sigma began to murmur in the back of my mind. Calculating possible locations. Not possible for door malfunction, I've been monitoring the entire security system.
Sigma continued his calculations as I proceeded forward, examining the two unconscious soldiers, lock-down paint embedded in their backs, locking down their entire armor.
My creativity matrix suggests a remote access to the door control panel, somehow undetected. The soldiers were no doubt placed there by Agent Alaska to prevent suspicions from passing guard patrols. I would pull the alarm but FILSS will not allow it unless visual contact is established, and creative license in this manner will not benefit. Movement detected.
It was a quick warning. I'd reached the crossroads when I saw the red blip immediately behind me. I turned too slow. A shotgun round was released into my side. My side stiffened but my hip wasn't completely locked up. Normal soldier armor was easier to completely disable, but for agents the lock-down paint needed to cover more than one critical point to disable mobility.
I turned and blindly fired. The blip was gone.
"Sigma!"
The target is unpredictable, running creative and loose matrix correlation. I'm sensing molecular excitment everywhere. Overload of possibilities.
"Sigma, override: log off."
Complying...
The second voice in my head fell silent. My motion tracker was still operable, or at least appeared to be operable. I quickly took a quick sweep of all the hallways. Nothing. I turned to the lock-down paint in my side. I never saw her. I turned and noticed the door was shut. I approached it, punched in the code, but nothing happened.
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"Sir, I detect that SIgma neared critical memory usage. Agent Maine shut Sigma down."
"I didn't know that was possible," Washington noted.
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Agent Alaska (A Red Vs. Blue Fanfiction)
FanficThe Director of Project Freelancer always had his experiments. Agent Alaska was one of them, an orphan from the Human-Covenant War with nothing to lose. Can she make the cut in Project Freelancer? PG-13 for violence
