Chairman: To the Director of Project Freelancer. I write to inform you, that by the authority of this sub-committee, officers have been dispatched, to place you under arrest, and we expect your full co-operation. Congratulations are in order, I suppose. When they write the new morality protocols for dealing with A.I., I'm certain they will name entire sections of the doctrine after you. It seems that you will earn your place in history after all, dear Director.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
The Meta continues fighting the soldiers outside and winning. Back with the group, they rev their vehicles and prepare to leave.
Washington: Alright. Stick to the plan. Just run. Get Epsilon out of here. Turn it over to the authorities the first chance you get.
Simmons: Sarge, shouldn't we help him? He won't stand a chance against that thing.
Sarge: We have our orders, Simmons. We have to think about the mission.
Grif: Finally! An order I wanna follow. "Run away and live."
Sarge: If Agent Wash wants to face him alone, that's his business.
Simmons: Yeah but he doesn't wanna face him alone. It's just that some people won't help him.
Sarge: That's not our business either.
Washington: Just drive. When the E.M.P. goes off-
Caboose: You mean the Emp?
South: Caboose!
Washington: It will destroy Epsilon if you're not far enough away.
Caboose: You got it, Mister Washington.
Washington: Take care of yourself, guys. I know that's one thing you're good at.
Slade: (extends his hand) Wash?
Wash accepts the hand clasps it with Slade's.
Slade: Come back. ALIVE.
South: Ditto.
Washington: (nods) I will. Be safe, guys.
Wash hits a button and a large door opens upwards.
Washington: He's gonna be on you as soon as you clear the gate. Be ready to move. Protect the Blues' vehicle at any cost.
Sarge: Protect the Blues, right, yeah. We'll get riiight on that shit.
Slade: (menacingly) Sarge.
Sarge: (huffs) Fine....
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
The Meta stands victorious over the dead soldiers as he sees the vehicles exit the motor pool and the radio sound out.
Washington: That's it. Lead the Meta as far away from the base as possible.
An A.I.: It's a trick.
Another A.I.: Get the A.I.
A Third A.I.: We need them.
Washington: I just hope there's enough time.
The Meta runs toward Wash and the base.
Simmons: He's fallen for it, gun it Grif!
Grif: Hold on, everyone.
Kan: Let's move!
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
YOU ARE READING
Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L
AventuraAfter the events of Blood Gulch, Slade, AKA Agent California, rescues his friend Washington from the Meta before he was killed. Together, they reunite the Reds and Blues in order to take down the Meta before he gets his hands on all the AIs made by...
