Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Lay of the Land"

Years ago...

Alpha was running, gun and all ready for anything that was going to happen. He sees a lit up room and busts inside.

Alpha: "Alright! Hands the fuck up!"

Alpha inspects the area. Inside we're 3 tall and muscular men, 2 had guns, while 1 had a rocket launcher. A person was tied to a chair, around the same age as Alpha. The person had orange hair and brown eyes. Alpha growls as he points his gun at the gunned men.

He hears footsteps and turns around to see Carolina and York arriving, guns up the air as well, pointed to the three kidnappers.

Kidnapper 1: "Ah fuck. It's the "good guy" mercenaries."

Kidnapper 3: (Smug) "They don't seem much. Let's just kill them. (Loads rocket launcher)

Kidnapper 2: "Heh, now that's a plan I can get behind."

Alpha: "Get ready to have your ass beat, dickheads."

Sounds of fighting was heard.

Cut back to the present to Valhalla. Lopez is seen walking towards Red base, away from Simmons. Donut walks up to Simmons.

Simmons: "Donut! Where have you been?"

Donut: "Just seeing if the guy at Blue Base had anything valuable to move out. You know, before we burn it to the ground. Caboose asked me to house-sit."

Simmons: "Did they have anything valuable?"

Donut: "Well, I'm not gonna tell you! You'll just find it and burn it."

Simmons: "Yeah, that's true. But tell me anyway."

Donut: "Nah, there's not much over there. Just some spare parts from Caboose's "build-a-new-best-friend" project... and it looks like he took that A.I. unit with him."

Simmons: "So dumb. ...Wait, what? A.I. unit?"

Donut: "Yeah! It was kind of cool. It was purple and liked to hear old stories about-"

Simmons: "What? He kept that!? He wasn't supposed to keep that! I thought he turned it in! That was part of the deal for getting our bases! We had to turn over all equipment!"

Donut: "You're talking to me about things that don't really make any sense. I've been kind of gone. I don't know if you noticed".

Simmons: "I need to tell Sarge and have him get it back from that idiot..."

A radio sounds.

Simmons: "Sarge, come in. Sarge. Sarge, do you read? Uh...Alpha?"

The only response is static. Simmons sighs.

Simmons: "Ah, dammit. Hey Lopez!"

Lopez: "¿Sí?"

Simmons: "Is the radio busted?"

Lopez: "Radio rota. ¿Cómo es que nadie nunca quiere hablarme sobre otras cosas?" [Busted radio. How come no one ever wants to talk to me about anything else?]

Simmons: "The radio! (slowly) No work? Call Sarge-o. Yes or no."

Lopez: "Hablas Inglés peor que yo. [You speak English worse than I do.] (also slowly) Sí. Radio. Buena. Asno. Chíngate." [Yes. Radio. Good. Butt. Up yours.]

Simmons: (still slowly) "Then, how come I can't get Sarge?"

Lopez: "Tal ves su radio esta rota, Einstein." [Maybe their radio is busted, Einstein.]

Simmons: (still slowly) "Can you fix it?"

Lopez: "¿Puedo arreglar su radio desde aquí? Sí. Porque soy mágico. Yo soy un robot mágico. "[Can I fix their radio from here? Sure. Because I am magic. I am a magical robot.]

Simmons: "How come, in all these years of working with us, you haven't managed to learn one single word of English?"

Lopez: "No lo sé. Probablemente intentando evitar conversaciones como ésta." [I don't know. Probably trying to avoid conversations like this.]

Cut to Sandtrap.

C.T.: "Now I'm sure you've heard about the treaties between aliens and people. We're here to investigate an energy reading. Rules are now, if they find one of these things, all investigation teams have to have at least one person and one alien. No exceptions."

Sarge: "What kind of energy reading?"

C.T.: "I can't tell you that. In fact, I need you to leave this area A.S.A.P. The alien diplomats will get mighty suspicious if they find another human squad showed up. We don't want to cause an intergalactic incident."

Caboose: "Oh, we're used to doing that..."

Tex slaps her hand on Caboose's helmet, silencing him to be quiet.

Grif: "But we have Aur'an?"

C.T: "He's not apart of it. And also, what in the world does your blue friend mean by...?"

Sarge: "Ooh, ah, what my friend means is that we're, um, used to following protocol."

C.T.: "Good! Then you guys just head on your way and we don't need to report this to anybody."

Grif: "Dude, we're not going anywhere. Our jeeps are wrecked."

The jeep behind them explodes, destroying the 2nd one with it.

Alpha groans.

C.T.: "Damn. Okay, we'll help you repair your jeeps, and then you're gone. Couple of rules while you're here. This is a restricted dig site. Everything here is property of the military. Do not go looking for any artifacts. And do not go anywhere without telling me. Got it?"

Grif: "Yes Mom, we got it."

C.T.: "Okay. Quick quiz, then. What are you gonna do if you find an artifact?"

Caboose: "Not take it."

C.T.: "No, that was a trick question. You're not going to find an artifact because you're not going to be looking for an artifact."

Caboose: "Maybe I knew it was a trick question... so I gave you a trick answer."

C.T.: "There are no trick answers, there are only wrong answers. Are we clear?"

Grif/Tex/Alpha/Aur'an: "Yes." No.

C.T.: "Are. We. Clear?"

Everyone: "Yes!"

C.T.: "Okay. Then head down there. On the left, you'll find some wracked jeeps you can scavenge for parts. There's also water down there on the left, too. Keep yourselves hydrated. You want some chow? It's with the water on the left."

South: (murmurs) "Dick."

Sarge: "Thanks. And we'll be leaving as soon as we can."

C.T.: "Yes, you will."

The reds and remaining blues start heading to where they were told to go.

Grif: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Sarge?"

Sarge: "Yeah. Something just doesn't seem right. And because apparently he's our enemy."

Caboose: "I know. Everything is on the left."

Grif: "Shut up, Caboose."

Cut to Smith and fake C.T.

Smith: "Rghg?" [You think they know about it?]

C.T.: "No, I don't think they know anything. You get back to the temple. Keep working on getting it open. I'll take care of these idiots."

pans out to reveal a further-off area. Behind the ruins are several dead aliens and soldiers of the first expeditionary dig team.