"Reckless"

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FREELANCER OFFSITE STORAGE FACILITY. PRESENT DAY.

Cut to Carolina over-looking the facility from a ledge. Epsilon appears behind her.

Carolina: "How many?"

Epsilon: "None."

Carolina: "Really? You're sure?"

Epsilon: "Positive. We're alone."

Epsilon fades away as Carolina drives her Mongoose through a tunnel. Upon reaching the other end, she dismounts and is called over by Epsilon.

Epsilon: "It's up here!"

Carolina walks over to Epsilon to find F.I.L.S.S.

F.I.L.S.S: "I am sorry. This is a secure facility. Only authorized personnel may enter."

Carolina: "F.I.L.S.S? Is that you? What's happened to you?"

F.I.L.S.S: "This is a secure facility. Only authorized personnel may enter. Please leave the premise immediately."

Carolina: "F.I.L.S.S, this is Agent Carolina of Project Freelancer. Acknowledge and go for secure."

F.I.L.S.S: "I am sorry. I recognize that designation, but only authorized personnel may enter this facility."

Carolina: "Church?"

Epsilon: "Open the door F.I.L.S.S."

F.I.L.S.S: "Certainly. Welcome back Director. I did not expect to see you again so soon."

The wall behind them opens to reveal a secret doorway.

Carolina: "Thank you."

Epsilon/F.I.L.S.S: "My pleasure."

F.I.L.S.S: "Strange. I was...unaware you left, Director. I will have to scan my files and find the error."

Carolina: "Left?"

F.I.L.S.S: "Yes. Since his last visit."

Carolina: "So you show the Director inside the facility as well as outside?"

F.I.L.S.S: "Strange, is it not?"

Carolina: "Yes. Strange. And exactly what we were hoping for."

Back to Valhalla at Blue Base. Wash, Tex, South, Aur'an, Alpha, and Tucker are standing on a ledge watching the Reds from nearby.

Grif: "Well this is depressing."

Sarge: "Can it, private."

Grif: "What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking."

Sarge: "You didn't say you were fat and worthless, and we were definitely all thinking that."

Tucker: "Alright, you know the drill."

Simmons: "Do we have to?"

Alpha: "Welll...that depends; how badly do you want your flag back?"

Simmons glances at Grif, who is standing behind him.

Grif: "Don't look at me, it's your turn."

Simmons: (sighs) "I would just like to let everyone know that I suck... and that I'm a girl... and I like ribbons in my hair... and I want to kiss all the boys."

Tucker: "You know, it was funny the first few times, but this is starting to get depressing."

Aur'an: "Agreed."

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