Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Dumb Cop, Bad Cop"

Years ago...

3 dead corpse laid in the floor, which is the same floor the kidnapped person was in.

Alpha rips out the ropes and duct tape, letting the person out.

Said person drops to the floor, exhausted, and breathing, before standing up. Alpha, Carolina, and York reloads their guns.

???: "T-thank you..."

Alpha: "No problem man. Just catch your breath and we'll take you to your family."

???: "It's uh, my adopted family actually."

Alpha: "Okay..."

A few moments of silence as the mysterious person catches their breath.

???: "Y-you're the mercenaries Alpha, York, and Carolina right?"

Carolina/York/Alpha: "Mhm."

???: "Heh, nice to know. I'm Dean. Dean Ryder Maximus."

Cut to the present, over Sandtrap, where everyone expect Grif are by C.T.'s jeep. Grif is by the wrecked jeeps and other junk, trying to radio Simmons at Valhalla.

Grif: "Simmons, come on, Simmons, are you there or what? (No answer, only static) Okay I give up. Something's wrong with the radio now, too. I'll go check their jeep."

Aur'an: "The radio's busted maybe."

Sarge: "What the- what the hell is wrong with this jeep anyway? It doesn't have a turret."

Caboose: "Maybe it's just a car?"

Sarge: "What does that mean?"

Caboose: "You know, like a car. A regular car."

Tex: "Which is called a Jeep."

Sarge: "What kind of car doesn't have a massive cannon on it?"

Alpha: "...Sarge, have you actually seen a real regular car?"

Caboose: "I-I mean, all kinds of cars. Most kinds of cars."

Sarge: "That's ridiculous. That would be like saying there's some kind of thing you can wear on your head that's not armor plated, and doesn't offer a 5X optical zoom."

The freelancers face palm.

Caboose: "I think you've been in the military a really long time."

Alpha/Tex: "No shit."

Sarge: "Yep. It's been a good run."

Grif: "Damnit, no radio here either? Someone's yanked it out. Why would they deliberately pull the radio out of their own jeep?"

Tex: "Probably might've been broken in the first place, Grif."

Caboose: "Let me take a look at it, Grif."

Grif: "Why? You want to confirm that there's no radio?"

Caboose: "Maybe I can fix it."

Grif: "How are you going to fix something that isn't even the- You know what, no, fuck it, go for it, whatever. (walks over to Sarge) Sarge, Alpha this place gives me the creeps. Something's really wrong here. I mean, why would they deliberately pull the radio out of their own jeep, and why can't I get a signal on long range?"