Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Pursuing The Archive"

Fade in to Church, Alpha, Aur'an, Tex, South and Caboose wandering some halls

F.I.L.S.S: "Please watch your step. Director, since you have new visitors with you today, would you like me to run the tutorial program?"

Alpha: "FILSS, it's us, remember? We're fine."

F.I.L.S.S: "Of course, Agent Alaska."

Caboose: "Yes, wait, always run that. No seriously you need to run that. No it's, really you need to, you need to turn that-"

Church: "Yeah okay shut up dude. Yes, please run the tutorial program.

Caboose: "Oh thank God."

Chime Sounds, and F.I.L.S.S talks

F.I.L.S.S: "Hello, and welcome to the Freelancer Off-site Storage Facility. Project Freelancer is a state of the art scientific endeavor, with one goal in mind: to ensure the security of humanity in a harsh and violent Galaxy. This bunker has been constructed to guarantee the continued operation of our program, in the event of a primary facility loss. This storage area archives all the components of our Freelancer simulation bases. These outposts test our agents in realistic training scenarios."

Caboose: "Yeah, we're on the Blue Team!"

F.I.L.S.S: "I am sorry, I do not recognize that term. Our simulation outposts are categorized into Red, and [entry missing]. Hmm, it seems as though I have a corrupted database. I will correct that when I have more time."

South, Alpha and Tex facepalm, realizing that the reds deleted the blues...digitally.

Caboose: "Uheh- there's our old stuff! And there's a teleporter! Man, Tucker hates those."

Church: "Don't interrupt. Come on. This way."

F.I.L.S.S: "When the equipment is not being used, it is stored here until it can be repurposed for- oh. I guess we are moving on."

Church, Alpha, Tex, South, Aur'an and Caboose come to a door at the end of a hallway

Caboose: "Well what's this?"

F.I.L.S.S: "I am sorry, this area is restricted. Only the Director himself may access this entry. I am sure you understand. The nature of our experiments is such that-"

Church: "Open it."

F.I.L.S.S: "Excuse me Director?"

Church: "I want you to open it."

F.I.L.S.S: "Are you certain Director? You never bring visitors into this-"

Church: "I said, open it."

F.I.L.S.S: "Alright. Unlocking."

The door unlocks and opens.

F.I.L.S.S: "Would you like me to archive your ...personal project?"

The freelancers look at each other.

Church: "No. Let's see everything."

F.I.L.S.S: "If you say so Director."

Tex: "Let's see what this son of a bitch has been hiding."

Cut to the Reds at the outside of the hugely complex, high tech facility

Sarge: "Simmons, what's the status report?"

Simmons: "Alpha, his friends, Gumball McJones and Caboose just went into that door."