Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer

"Tenth Percentile"

Fade in to Simmons and Grif meddling with F.I.L.S.S.

F.I.L.S.S.: "That is not an approved operation-hey! Watch it buddy!"

Simmons: "Can you show me the data logs?"

F.I.L.S.S.: "Affirmative."

Sarge: "Simmons, any progress in restoring the Blues?"

Simmons: "It's a lot of data entry Sir. I was thinking I could hack the mainframe and reroute the data stream to-"

F.I.L.S.S.: "Or, we could just restore from an archive database."

Simmons: "What?"

F.I.L.S.S.: "This is an off-site fallback facility. It is designed to have archives in case of data loss. Blue Team rosters would certainly be a part of that."

Simmons: "Really?"

F.I.L.S.S.: "Yes. In fact, I am glad you pointed out the database anomaly. I had noticed it before, but did not have time to investigate. Strange."

Simmons: "Oh. Okay, yeah, restore that then."

F.I.L.S.S.: "Done."

Simmons: "Great."

F.I.L.S.S.: "You seem disappointed. Did I do it too quickly, and make you look bad?"

Simmons: "No..."

F.I.L.S.S.: "I could always, pretend that you hacked me, if it would make you look better to your friends."

Simmons: "Stop patronizing me."

F.I.L.S.S.: "Affirmative. Patronizing subroutines are now offline."

Simmons: "You're still patronizing me aren't you."

F.I.L.S.S.: "Kind of."

Grif: "Hmm."

Sarge: "What is it Grif?"

Grif: "This is weird, if I'm reading this right there's a bunch of other red and blue bases."

Sarge: "Of course there are Grif! The war is huge. The fate of the Galaxy rests in the balance."

Grif: "Or, not."

Sarge: "What's that mean?"

Grif: "Here, check this out, I'm looking at the list of missions for all the different bases, and some of them look... familiar."

Simmons: "Let me see. Huh, apparently they set up bases in various locations and then send a Freelancer in for... training purposes."

Sarge: "Training?"

Grif: "Practice."

Sarge: "Practice?"

Simmons: "Yeah, the Reds and Blues are just there to test the skills of the Freelancers."

Sarge: "You mean the Blues."

Simmons: "No I mean both of them, ah- both of us. It says here that "simulation bases will present scenarios that may occur for Freelancer agents in a galactic battle field."."

Sarge: "Simuwatshin?"

Grif: "He means we're like lab rats."

Sarge: "What- what- that's nonsense! We've been through so much! We had that, whole battle with the Blues for the, somethinerother and, then we set off that bomb thingy, and we got blasted through time, and we met an alien and that guy got pregnant."