Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"This One Goes to Eleven"

F.I.L.S.S: "Alarm, security breach, level Alpha. All personnel report for duty. This is not a drill."

Cut to the Reds, who're in fear, running from Tex, with Caboose, Nevada (I'm just going to refer the real Tex as Nevada so it won't be confusing), South, and Aur'an in a control room overlooking it.

Simmons: "Run!"

Grif: "Oh, crap! Where is she?"

Simmons: "I don't wanna die!"

Cut to the control room.

Caboose: (worried) "Sheila, we have to help them!"

F.I.L.S.S: "Help who?"

Caboose: "The Reds! Tex is attacking them, we have to stop her!"

F.I.L.S.S: "Stop Agent Texas? Oh no, absolutely not. We should never interfere with an ongoing battlefield simulation test. Our job is to observe and document."

Nevada facepalms.

Nevada: (whispered quietly to herself) "If only you knew..."

Caboose: (desperately) "But she'll kill them!"

F.I.L.S.S: "Oh, that would be wonderful! What a successful test!"

South stares at the control panel in which FILSS was in, in shock.

Cut to the Reds, who are panting. Alpha is seen running to the reds, his SGs loaded.

Alpha: "Guy?! Are you okay?"

Sarge: "We're fine, Alpha. How about you do your own thing? (To Grif and Simmons) We need to keep moving, men. Come on, double-time. Hell, I'd settle for single-time!"

Simmons: (nervously) "Maybe we should just fight. I'm afraid she's gonna start picking us off one by-"

Suddenly Tex punches right through the wall and grabs him by his throat.

Simmons: "-one!"

Alpha: "Woah!"

Tex then pulls him forward, slamming his face into the wall, then steps back and kicks it away, sandwiching Simmons between the wall and a pile of crates.

Tex turns to see Alpha, who was looking at Tex, nervously. Tex then runs to Alpha, who covers himself, preparing to get hit, but instead sees Tex booping his helmet, before dashing to the other reds. Alpha look at Tex in shock and confusion, while Nevada saw the scene with an angry, but confused look as well.

Cut to the reds.

Quickly, Sarge raises his shotgun and points it at Tex, but she darts forward, lifts the gun up just before he fires, then punches him in the stomach and flings him towards Grif. Sarge stumbles forward as he is thrown and his helmet rams right into Grif's crotch, causing him to scream in pain. Suddenly, Tex barrels straight into them, crashing through a crate before flinging them into a pile of barrels, sending them scattering across the floor.

Simmons emerges from the sandwich and runs for heavy armaments.

Simmons: "Oh man, forget this. I need to get a bigger weapon. Guys, help us!"

Caboose: "How? The computer won't let us. She's mean! This place is filled with mean ladies!"

Aur'an: "Sorry, Richard, you're on your own."

Simmons: (desperately) "Wait! Push some buttons, I don't know!"

Caboose: (excitingly) "Buttons!? Oh man, I love buttons! Beep bop boop boop beep bop boop boop!"