Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Hang Time"

Years ago...

Cut to a large area, inside with several of different people. They were all surrounding a massive ship, which is called "The Mother of Invention". Cut to 3 specific people, who were Alpha, Carolina, and York who were running their asses. They stopped when they arrive to see 2 men in some sort of commander suit. One had black hair and green eyes that matched Carolina's, while the other was dark skinned hand had black hair and Brown eyes.

???: "Racheal."

Carolina's head raised up a bit as she stood up straight, she nudges the two males to do the same thing.

Carolina: "Yes, Director?"

Alpha: (whispers to her) "That's your dad?"

Carolina let's out a small nod.

Director: "Are these the 2 you were talking about?"

Carolina: "Yes, Director. This is Conor (points to Alpha) and James." (points to York)

The Director paces in front of them. He then turns to the dark skinned man.

Director: "Counselor?

Counselor: "Hmmm...of course, Conor Maximus the orphan raised by an elite alien and James Brown, the son of one of the most greatest blacksmiths..."

Alpha and York looks at each other nervously.

Director: "Come inside the ship."

Cut to the Mother of Invention, but inside located in one of the training rooms. 5 people inside; Director, Counselor, York, Carolina, and Alpha.

Director: "Before you can even join, you all know the process to become agents of Freelancer, do you?"

Carolina/York/Alpha: "Yes sir!"

Director: "Good. The Counselor will assign your new agent names- by states. Counselor, if you will?"

Counselor: "Of course, sir. Your new names if you pass will be agents Carolina (looks at Carolina), New York (Gazes at York), and Alaska." (Glances at Alpha)

Cut to the present, in the temple at Sandtrap, with an alien firing a machine gun turret. Pans to Sarge and Grif, who are taking cover behind a corner and avoiding gunfire. Tucker, Alpha, Aur'an, Tex, and South we're shooting at the enemies while they talked.

Sarge: "Grif, listen. We may not both make it out of this."

Grif: "What?"

Sarge: "If you die, I think I'm prepared to live with that. I practiced it a lot. But there's also a chance you might survive and I won't!"

Grif: (irritated) "There'd be a better chance if you'd help me shoot!" (starts to fire back at the alien)

Sarge: "In case I don't make it, I can't help but think about all the future mistakes you're gonna make that I'm not gonna be there to scream at you about!"

Grif: (sarcastic) "Oh, stop. I'm getting all teary-eyed."

Sarge: "I just want to let you know that at my bunk back at the base, there's a recorder deck. I've prerecorded about 57 hours of rants that should be applicable in a variety of situations. Whenever you're feeling good about yourself, I want you to play one. And always remember! Somebody hates you."