Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Chapter 5"

Chairman: "Dear Director."

Fade in to a base with barricades and people behind them

Chairman: "We can all understand that the shift from autonomy to oversight can be a difficult adjustment for anyone, but especially someone of your standing. In that spirit, we have attempted to accommodate your brief explanations to our serious inquiries. Nonetheless, I feel compelled to inform you, that even our trust has its limits."

Cut to Washington talking with a Private dressed all in black

Private: "Sorry Sir, those are my orders. No-one can approach the crash site. You can't come in. Sorry."

Washington: "I need to see that ship. Check my clearance if you need to."

Private: "I know sir, but, it won't matter. They said I can't let anybody in. Anybody."

Washington: "I have orders from Command, Private."

Private: "So do I. These came from the Director himself. ...Look sir, I'd- I'd like to help you, I really would, but this investigation thing... apparently they've started talking to people within the Recovery force. Now everything's getting locked down. You get Command to call me and tell me different, I can let you in. Until then, there's nothing I can do. You can use Red Base if you wanna make some calls. That facility's already been swept."

Washington: "Fine, I understand."

Washington walks back to Church and Caboose

Washington: (sigh) "We have a problem."

Caboose: "I hope it isn't a math problem."

Washington: "They've got the crash site locked down."

Church: "Oh great. We couldn't have found that out on the radio? We had to walk here?"

Washington: "They said we could use this base if we want."

Church: "Wow, the empty concrete base? Is it our birthday?"

Caboose: "I want cake."

Church: "Can't we find somewhere nicer to hang out? Hey maybe there's like a, cool nightclub nearby that you can't get us in to either. That would be awesome."

Washington: "You two just, stay here. I'll go draw off the guards. When I give you the signal, use that grav-lift."

Church: "The what? How do we use it?"

Washington: "Just step into it. It'll do the rest. Meet me at the ship."

Church: "Okay, what's the signal?"

Church turns around, and Washington is already gone

Church: "God dammit, I hate when they do that."

Caboose: "When they do wha- hey! Where's Agent Washington?"

They wait a while.

Caboose: "What do you think he'll do for a distraction?"

Church: "Who knows, probably, like, you know, make a noise, or throw a rock. That's what I would do."

In the distance a vehicle is blown in to the sky and a siren starts sounding

Church: "...Or he could do that."

Caboose: "I think he is better at distractions than you are."

Church: "Yeah."

Washington: (over the radio) "Okay, come on out. But come quietly."