Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Chapter 7"

A/N: I enjoy chatting with you guys about suggestions and stuff, it really helps on what I should do in my story. but once again, another reminder, please PM me it instead, doesn't matter if you're popular or not, just message me ideas that could seem good. Who knows, it could be accepted.

Chairman: "Dear Director."

Fade in to the inside of a sewer pipe that leads out to South's old armor.

Chairman: "Your program was granted the use of a single artificial intelligence unit, for implantation experiments. Yet, the department records clearly show multiple agents in the field with implants, during the same timeframes. Surely this must be a logging error, and we anticipate a corrected document soon."

Church: "Okay. I have a great idea. Let's all put down our guns, and not shoot anyone else that we're trying to help."

Washington: "Relax."

Church: "Exactly. Let's all relax."

Washington: "I've been through so much traumatic experience, and you're asking me to relax? I've been backstabbed, left for dead, and ignored."

Church: "Right, okay, sure..."

Washington: "Stop talking to me like that."

Church: "We're not talking to you like anything."

Caboose: "No one is talking to you like this..."

Washington: "You don't need to treat me like that. I'm not crazy, okay? I'm totally completely sane. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go blow up this armor."

Church and Caboose runs up to Alpha, Aur'an, Tex, and South.

Church: "Hey, hey uh, uh, green and purple guy."

Caboose: "I'm blue.

Church: "Delta and Theta."

Caboose: "Oh, them"

Theta: "Yeah?"

Delta: "Hello. How may I be of assistance?"

Church: "Hey yeah, uh, what's the deal with this guy?"

In the background, Wash shoots the armor with a battle rifle

Alpha/South/Tex: "Wash?"

Church: "Yeah."

Delta: "Destruction of unused armor or equipment is standard recovery procedure."

Church: "Yeah, no, I mean is he like a whack-job or what?"

Alpha: "Er..."

South: "That's...real fucking complicated."

Wash tosses a plasma grenade at the body, and it blows up

Delta: "...Are you aware of his experience with Epsilon?"

Theta: "...epsilon?"

Church: "Epsilon, oh, you mean his A.I.?"

Wash now has a flamethrower, and Souths old armor is completely engulfed in flames

Alpha: "Not for very long though."

Delta: "Correct. Epsilon was an... unstable intelligence unit that had to be deleted. Its integration with Washington's mind concerned our superiors."

Wash tries piling fusion cores and gas tanks onto the armor

Church: "What do you think?"