Paint it Black Pr1

On the edge

Washington's pov...

A week, one entire week since CT's death Carolinas been reckless lately it's been worrying me ever since she received both ETA and Iota, me, York, north, south, Wyoming, and Maine were on the viewing deck of the training room.

When the round not only just began, it was when the screams of my friends suddenly collapse to the floor screaming. The director didn't even look fazed. "What the hell is going on?!?!" I heard tex yell. As Carolina screamed in agony, the other agents slowly started getting up after whatever happened calmed down.

"Is anyone gonna help her?!" York said, the director left the room saying that we were dismissed. Next thing we knew, the medical staff already had Carolina on a gurnee and left with tex following behind.

Days later... no ones pov...

North stood outside of the window of the recovery room, "how is she?" Tex asked, "doctors figured she'd wake up soon, but she's still under. Do you think it'll be on hold after all of this?" he said, "wash is up next, " the black armored agent said, "you're kidding?!" North had to keep the facade of surprise. It was now or never right now. Epsilon was wash's hope of remembering a past he forgot.

Once, the text left the room, and he entered the recovery room, and he gave him the okay to tell York everything. After all, if Carolina knew this, then York would know why she was doing this.

"Hey buddy" the violet freelancer said, York was waking up from his spot on his chair "hey *yawn* man" he said, when the other was more awake north told him the research, the dreams, why Carolina wanted both A.I everything.

He watched him waiting for a reaction anything "is that what's happening?" He asked, North nodded, confirming what they thought.

"Well, I can get the dream part he's been looking sleep deprived... but why would Carolina help get ETA and Iota?" He said North didn't know what to tell him, only Carolina knew.

Line break....

Tex walked into the A.I. training room...a class room of sorts, glancing at the dog tag or dongle. She went to one of the deaks and plugged it in, "Agent Texas...allison if you're reading this, then that means I escaped...or at the very least I'm not around anymore...."

"He is ready," the counselor said, " Hand the Epsilon unit, please," one of the doctors said, as the washs heart was beating faster, the thought of remembering his forgotten past.

"I want to leave all the data I've been collecting on project freelancer I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with the program...the secret's the lies the manipulation, smoke all of it obscuring a big damn fire, I did some digging and I know what he did..."

"Sir Agent washington is prepped for Epsilon A.I," the doctor said,  as the surgery was about to begin. "The one law they just dont slap you on the wrist for...I'm taking the originals with me as an insurance policy, I leave this cope to you not because you are the best soldier in the squad because I know I can trust you the most after reading these files you will understand why...good luck your friend connie."

When the video message was done, tex scrolled through each file, the first one being the A.Is. meanwhile, Washington was about to remember a pain he never should've forgotten.

Page after page, file after file, she read it all the project the agents everything.

Washingtons surgery was going smoothly the A.I was implemented deep within his mind, "stop it put that thing down " an image of a woman appeared, he was screaming the A.I was screaming oh God the pain he felt...the loss the agony.