Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Bon Voyage"

Years ago...

There was sounds of footsteps, slowly pan up to three people walking. Alpha, York, and Carolina. All with their perspective combat clothings and helmets. (They had to keep their identity a secret, so they use the helmets they had from project freelancer. Btw, PFL didn't started yet.)

Alpha: "What was the location again?"

York: "Dalton Street 231 1872, USA Colorado."

Alpha's head starting hurting, which was noticed by Carolina, who puts her hand on his shoulder.

Carolina: "Are you alright, Alpha?"

Alpha: "I-I'm fine...but for some reason I have a feeling the person we are going to meet is someone I know."

Cut back to the present. Donut, Simmons, Sarge, Grif, Lopez, freelancers, Aur'an, and Caboose are all standing outside the Red Base.

The blues were talking to each other, while Caboose and Aur'an were just waiting patiently.

Cut to the blues.

Alpha: "We're all going?"

Tex and South nods. Alpha sighs, and calls out for his AIs.

Delta: "Hello, Alaska. How may I help you?"

Theta: "Hello!"

Alpha's eyes narrowed a bit, before letting a soft expression.

Alpha: "You guys have been busy. Mind telling me what's wrong."

Delta and Theta were silent.

Delta: (quietly to him) "Pain, Misery, Death."

Alpha's eyes widen, then he nods to the two AIs.

Alpha: "We'll talk later..."

Tex and South were inspecting them, but they didn't hear the conversation between Alpha and the AIs.

South: "You think it's something important?"

Tex: "Probably not, bet he's just asking them to watch our backs or something."

South was silent, before nodding in agreement.

Alpha walks to the two freelancers.

Alpha: "We need another vehicle if we're going to get there."

South: "Doesn't the reds have like another one for us too?"

Alpha: "....yeah, you're probably right. I'll ask Sarge for it."

Cut to the reds, Caboose and Aur'an.

Sarge: "Get these water cans cleaned up while we're gone. How much water do you need to drink, Donut?"

Donut: "I was in a desert! Don't judge me."

Grif: "Maybe we should learn from that and bring some water ourselves."

Sarge: "Nonsense. It'll just slow us down."

Grif: "Slow us down more than dehydration? Or death... by dehydration?"

Sarge: "I don't know, smartass. Let's say we try! I'll kill you, and then I'll dry you out! Who wants Grif-Jerky?"

Caboose: "Ah, no thanks, I already had donuts for breakfast."

Grif: "...Wait, what?"

Aur'an: "He had food for breakfast, Dexter."

Grif: "ohhhh okay. And uh, quick question; why do you call half of us by our real names."