Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Chapter 9"

Chairman: "Dear Director."

Fade in to Blood Gulch

Chairman: "I feel you're avoiding the question. If this target was already in possession of an A.I. unit, how was he able to secure an additional unit from Agent South? Would not that verify, as we indicated earlier, that your program now runs experiments with more than one artificial intelligence? If so, where did these additional A.I. come from? And more importantly, how did your agency procure them?"

Radio sounds

Command: "This is Command calling Red Base, come in Red Base."

Sarge: "This is Blood Gulch Outpost Number One."

Command: "Agent Washington has reassembled the Blues."

Sarge: "I knew it! I knew he was a Blue!"

Command: "Gather your team, we want you to stop Agent Washington at all costs. This is a level one directive. Good luck Red Base."

Sarge: "Hey, one sec. Any word on that soldier poison I ordered?"

Command: "No. Good luck Red Base."

Sarge: "What about the robot nuts?"

Command: "No. Good luck Red Base. Command out."

Sarge: "Well you don't have to get so testy. Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? This thing gets terrible reception. Only have one bar! Hello?"

Sarge runs down the ramp from Red Base to find Lopez standing idly doing nothing

Sarge: "Can you hear me now? Can you hear me? Stupid 4G network. Lopez!"

Lopez: "Sí."

Sarge: "That was Red Command."

Lopez: "Sí. Yo sé." [Si. I know.]

Sarge: "Were you listening to my call?"

Lopez: "Registro todas nuestras llamadas por seguro de calidad." [I record all our calls for quality assurance.]

Sarge: "They said those dirty Blues are up to no good!"

Lopez: "Esa llamada me sonaba extraña." [Actually, that call sounded strange to me.]

Sarge: "I agree! We have to stop 'em. No matter what the cost."

Lopez: "Casi como si alguien tomó otra llamada y la corrigió." [Almost like someone took another call and chopped it up.]

Sarge: "You're right! I shouldn't be here flappin' my gums, I need to shake a tail feather!"

Lopez: "Sí, usted se debería ir para su misión falsa al tiro..." [Yes, you should go on your fake mission right away...]

Sarge: "I gotta reassemble the team! And I know I can't get Donut, so that leaves just Simmons..."

Camera pans to a wooden cutout of Grif with darts.

Sarge: "and Grif."

Lopez: "...y quien sea que haya enviado la llamada lo matará." [...and you will most likely be killed by whomever sent that fake message.]

Sarge: "Ah, good point! Maybe I'll get lucky and Grif was killed. Not in a glorious manner like battle of course, but doing something menial and humiliatin'! Maybe he drowned in a toilet while cleaning it."

Lopez: "Eres un idiota." [You're an idiot.]

Sarge: "I know, I know, I'm hopin' for too much. Lopez, pack m'gear. I gotta get goin'!"