Agent Alpha (Red vs. Blue) [Book 1]

Failed Experiment , Sucessful Agent

There sat a dim room, one where it's only purpose was for experiments, and this particular event is set on an full AI: The Alpha AI. Although, as everyone says, "Not all good lucks comes". So, when they received their very own AI, disappointment ran though the commander, if you can say as it was just one AI. So, when they split it on multiple of occasions, it became so broken that it can't do any more fragmentations.

There was a person, wearing a ODST helmet, Recon shoulder pads, and a CQB chest plate. His armor color consists of blue, being the primary color, silver, the secondary, and lastly, white, the detail. He was tinkering with the AI, and struggling.

"Not working."

A man, wearing a black and grey UNSC suit, was silent, he looked behind the armored person to see the broken AI. The unknown man was curious as his project for an AI was not stable.

"Can you fix it?"

The blue armored solider grunted as he faced the broken AI. He shook his head as he tapped on the table.

"No, not really. After the several experiments and fragmentations, it becomes so broken it doesn't even know anything at all."

The man thought for a few minutes as the solider continued to tinker with the Artifical Intelligent.

"Is its memories still there?"

The solider paused as he scanned the AI. He turned around and nodded.

"Yeah, what about it?"

The man smiled, but quickly turned serious again.

"Can I transfer it?"

The blue solider nodded again.

"Yeah...I don't know what you're planning,"

The man looked at him then at another person, who also consist the similar suit that the man wore, but didn't wore glasses.

"Get the body."

The other man nodded as he walked away from the room. The main man turned around to the solider.

"I need you to store all of its memory into a drive."

The armored solider nodded quickly as he started his process on the AI. The man turned around to see the other man walking with a body in a bed. Said other man looked at his papers, explaining:

"This was a former super solider who had served as a Spartan on the Great War. He had many names such as The Ghost, The Legend, and many others. His real name is Conor Maximus, but he likes to be called, Agent Alpha. He has worked with the Spartan 117 or John. He has been experimented on many times and has survived all through it. He had also gained powers from said experiment, although he cannot access most of them. It's better if we always check on him once we plant the AI into him."

The man took a look at the unconscious man, there were many scars on his face and body. Tattoos trailed down as there were pictures of many deadly things.

"Done."

The man and the other man turned around to see the person holding onto a hard drive. The blue person gave the drive to the man as he warned him to not do anything harmful.

The other man turned turned the body's head as they saw a small line.

"He had also had this so it can be easy for him to implant AIs."

The man inserted the drive into the body's head.

"Now we wait."

The man, Conor, woke up, shaking and looking everywhere. The solider hold onto Conor who was now awake.

"Stop."

Conor paused as he looked at the man.

"Where...am I?"

The man sighed as he began.

"You're on board into the Mother of Invention. You will be serving for us as a freelancer. Since you are a special case, you will be named, Agent Alpha. You will be kept a secret until we feel like you're ready to meet the others.

Conor- or Agent Alpha nodded slowly.

"Do you remember anything?"

Alpha thought in silence.

"I think I do- it's very fuzzy, the last thing I remember was seeing a man who wore red and black and told me a word- I don't know what it was, but I do know what the person said. He said, Не умирай, ты наш самый лучший."

The three were very confused as they did not understand the words.

"Okay...do you have any headaches, problem of seeing, an-"

"No, I don't have any of that."

The three nodded. The man then stared at his two companions, nodding.

"My name is Director Leonard L. Church. I am the director of my organization, Project Freelancer."

"My name is Counselor Price. I am the Counselor of Project Freelancer and I work besides Leonard."

"And my name is Agent Florida. One of the said, freelancer and I'm so glad to meet you, Alpha."

Alpha and Florida shook hands, including the director and the counselor.

"We have found your armor for you, as it seems like the best choice for you."

Alpha looked behind the director to see a Mark IV armor. (More advanced then the armors that the freelancers had.) It was a grayish-white color with blue visors. (Like Temple's armor just more grayish.)

"So, are you ready?"

Alpha grinned, nodding. 'Defiantly' he thought.