Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Local Host"

Years ago...

Cut to Conor and York, who were walking side by side, and with a rifle in their hands.

Recently, York and Conor became mercenary-for-hires for money. And Conor had to use a code name to hid his identity. So he went for a new name; Alpha.

York worked as a mercenary for both him and his dad, while Alpha did it for himself and Aur'an. Alpha wore a black leather jacket that had blue strips on it, a black bullet proof vest, jeans, and black boots. He had his SG in his robotic arm. York wore a tan jacket with white strips, white t shirt, black pants and boots.

And they were both 24 years old.

York was spinning some sort of key; he had recently started lockpicking as a fun hobby, but now he seemed extremely experienced, which did helped in a lot of their missions.

Alpha: "Jesus Christ, that was so exhausting."

York: "No kidding, I agree with you. Hey, how about we head to the club? Y'know, my favorite one; Errera."

Alpha: "I don't know...you know how I feel about clubs. And Aur'an will literally kill me if he sees me go."

York: "Don't worry bud! My dad said he'll distract Aur'an while we go. And it's easier to understand him since you taught him English."

Alpha: "But-...fine, sure. Let's go."

York: "My partner finally grew a backbone!"

Alpha: "Lets just go...you're embarrassing me."

York and Alpha walk to club Errera and sat at a bar.

York: "Hey man! You mind if I order some beer for me and my friend over here?"

Alpha: "Nah, I'm fine. I don't drink."

York: "Awe c'mon, you have to let loose time to time."

Alpha was quite, before letting a sigh.

Alpha: "Fine, but only one."

York: "Sure. Hey, get us 2 beers for us, please."

Bartender: "Coming right up!"

While the bartender was getting the bottle, York lit up his lighter, and stare at it. Alpha scoffed as he brings out a knife and starts messing with it, which was then caught by a hand.

Both York and Alpha look to see a pretty women with tied red hair and green emerald eyes.

???: "Heya boys, so you're the mercenaries around this town?"

Alpha looks at York, who shrugs as he takes a sip of beer that was ordered.

Alpha: "Uh, yeah...who're you?"

The red haired girl smiles as she gives Alpha a flirting wink.

Rachel: "Name's Racheal, but I prefer to be called Carolina."

York: "What, like the state?"

Alpha: "Isn't York also stand for New York?"

York: "...nah, you're right..."

Alpha: "So Carolina (turns to her) What're you doing here again?"