In the control room, Tex and Simmons are talking to F.I.L.S.S. as Epsilon walks in.
Tex: And these are accurate. All of 'em.
F.I.L.S.S: As far as I can tell.
Epsilon: How's it going in here?
Simmons: Well, I'm helping her access all this data, and she's not constantly pounding me in the face so, I would say that's good. Weh, it's a start at least.
Tex: Hey, come over here, take a look at these. Sheila's giving us a hard time, but we're gettin' through. She only seems to want to listen to you.
Epsilon: Sheila keeps calling me Director, maybe that has something to do with it.
Tex: The Director... mm, there's almost no information on him. I asked Sheila but-
F.I.L.S.S: I am sorry, but access to the Director's personnel file is restricted.
Tex: Yes Sheila, we know. You don't have to keep repeating it.
F.I.L.S.S: I am just doing my job.
Tex: Can't you mute her?
F.I.L.S.S: Don't even think about it buster.
Simmons: Uhh, I really don't like it when girls pay direct attention to me.
Epsilon: Well, what did you find in the files?
Tex: Not much, standard clerical info. Whole bunch of win/loss statistics. Psych profiles.
Epsilon: Psych profile?
Tex: Yeah, they have one on everybody. Except the Director and...
Epsilon: Let me guess. And you.
Tex: And us. No Church either. Everyone else is in there though. Full profile.
Simmons: (snickering) Washington used to wet the bed. Hhhmhh, I'm gonna go tell the other guys.
Epsilon: So, no new info? Wild goose chase again?
Tex: Maybe, maybe not. Look at this picture, do you have any idea what this is?
Epsilon: What is that, ice? Yoh yeah. I know that place that's a uh, secure location like um, like a safe house. Wait, how do I know that?
Tex: You know it because it's a Freelancer base. And it's not far from here.
Epsilon: If you already know what it is, why the hell are ya asking me?
Tex: Because, I'm not interested in what I know, I'm interested in what you know.
Epsilon: What is that, fucking wisdom? Listen next time you wanna ask me a goddamn question just ask it, don't beat around the bush.
Tex: I couldn't take the risk. You might have just told me what I wanted to hear. You are completely fucking whipped.
Tucker: Told you so!
Tex: I'm gonna go see what weapons they have stored here.
Tex then heads out.
Epsilon: Okay. Need any help?
F.I.L.S.S: Director.
Epsilon: Huh? What?
F.I.L.S.S: Before you leave, would you like to make a journal entry? It has been quite a while since your last update.
Epsilon: Journal?
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Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L
AdventureAfter 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...
