Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert) [Being heavily overhauled]

Recovery One part 1:

Fade in on a dead red body and a dead blue body. In comes a soldier in dark armor with yellow highlights who leans down over one of the bodies and starts fidgeting, causing a green glow to emanate upon him

Voice:    Prime display activated. Restoring functions.

The voice is revealed to be an A.I.

A.I.:    Hello, how may I be of assistance to you?

Soldier:    Instruction: identify yourself.

A.I.:    Executing; I am intelligence program Delta, as created for the special operative program Freelancer. I have been assigned to agent Foxtrot Twelve. Or, York. My assignment was recently killed in combat.

Soldier:    I noticed. Hold on.

Radio sounds

Soldier:    Come in, Command. This is Recovery One. I've located the Delta A.I. He appears in tact.

Command:    This is Command, we need a full inventory of the carrier's equipment before it's decommissioned.

Recovery One:    Why do you need that?

Command:    Recovery One, please respond to the directive. Perform a complete inventory.

Recovery One:    Roger Command. Recovery One out. Delta, instruction: run a full system diagnostic, with detail on armor components, analyze inventory.

Delta:    Executing, result: all components present. Armor at 70% peak capacity.

Recovery One:    Not bad for an old locksmith. Hey, need you to start a countdown for me. One hundred on the clock.

Delta:    Initiating. One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. May I make an inquiry?

Recovery One:    Go ahead.

Delta:    Why was I not destroyed?

Recovery One:    What?

Delta:    When an assignee is killed in action, protocol dictates that all intelligence programs be destroyed.

Recovery One:    Yeah that's what they told me at first too. But you were encrypted until you could be recovered. I'm here to recover you.

Delta:    Recovery carries risk. Destruction ensures that an A.I. will not fall in to enemy hands.

Recovery One:    Are you complaining?

Delta:    Not at all! Just noting a discrepancy.

Recovery One:    What do you want from me, guy? You cost a lot of money, okay? It's cheaper to recover you than it is to delete you. Go bitch to the accountants.

Delta:    If I have offended you, I do apologize.

Recovery One:    Yeah, I'm all busted up about it. Now, store yourself in a portable component, okay? I'm moving you.

Delta:    You could insert me in to your own A.I. slot. I do not show it as occupied.

Recovery One:    I don't think so.

Delta:    If you are having difficulty, I can walk you through the implantation procedure.

Recovery One:    I don't do that.

Delta:    Are you Agent Washington?

Recovery One:    That's me.

Delta:    Then I understand. You had, difficulties with your assigned A.I. unit.

Washington:    Difficulties? Yeah, I suppose that's a word.

Delta:    In that case, I must insist that you terminate my program. Destruction ensures that an A.I. will not fall in to-

Washington:    Look, Delta, just relax. I don't think you're in any danger of getting hijacked by one of the four dead guys here with us.

Delta:    Three.

Washington:    What?

Delta:    My sensors indicate only three inert human forms. Yourself and one other remain active.

Washington:    Wha-

Several rifle rounds shoot past Washington's head

Washington:    Huh!

Washington starts running

Washington:    Great, thanks for telling me!

Delta:    I suggest you return fire.

Washington:    Ya think?

A plasma grenade lands at Washington's feet

Washington:    Son of a!-

Washington and a white soldier run past each other shooting, and Washington comes up dry

Washington:    Dammit.

The white soldier reloads, then retreats

Washington:    What the hell?

Delta:    Perhaps he realized that York's equipment was charged to detonate. Currently T-minus four,

Washington:    Instruction! Storage, now!

Delta:    Executing.

Delta disappears back in to York.

Delta:    Two. One.

Washington collects Delta and jumps off the building as York's body explodes behind him, all grandiose and stuff, and lands below

Washington:    Well, at least that was easier than the last one.

Radio sounds as Washington starts jogging

Command:    Recovery One, this is Command, we have a level one distress signal, immediate response necessary.

Washington:    I just wrapped that up, Command. I'm headed home.

Command:    Negative, Recovery One, this is a new signal.

Washington:    That's the fifth one this month.

Command:    Affirmative.

Washington:    *sigh* Alright, send me the coordinates. I'm on my way.

Washington reaches his jeep and drives off. Unaware that he was being watched by someone with a small hologram.

??? 1: Why didn't we help him? He was your old teammate.

??? 2: I got my reasons for not helping him. The main one would be to find the others, since he is following the frequencies of the A.I. 's that were implanted into Freelancers. Also I don't think he will trust me after everything that happened. Did you get the coordinates, my lovely A.I.'s?

Two more small holograms come out of this armour

??? 3: I did, and if we start now we can get there before Wash does.

??? 4: But we better hurry

??? 2: Why

??? 1: Because if you don't finish this and get back in time, Sister will make you have sex with her... aka she will rape you.

??? 2: ... ... ... ... FUCK! LET'S GO!