Red vs Blue: Remembrance

Oversight

PRESENT DAY...

Wash and South approach Carolina, as she was kneeling by the ocean.

Wash: The facility is clear.

Carolina: Find anything?

South: Nothing we didn't know to begin with.

Carolina: Figured as much. This place was a dead end.

Wash: Sorry, boss.

Carolina: The structure we're going to next, you're positive our target was there?

Wash: I know what I saw, that's why it's on our list.

Carolina: But I know what I saw, and it doesn't make any sense.

Wash: All the more reason to investigate.

South: Cal, didn't exactly talk about what happened in that desert. Maybe he-

Carolina: No. I don't give a damn what he knows. (sighs) Alright then. Let's go. Let's go find CT.

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DURING FREELANCER MANY YEARS AGO...

A seagull lands on a submerged helmet before being sniped by Deadeye, who stands in front of several other Insurrectionists, who laugh and cheer at him. Wyoming surfaces along with Florida, spying on them.

Malcom Hargrove: (voice over) To the Director of Project Freelancer, Dr. Leonard Church. Dear Director, allow me to introduce myself. I am a representative of the newly formed U.N.S.C Oversight Sub-Committee. Our organization is charged with the protection of high-level assets of the military, one of which, recently went missing. These assets are entrusted to our programs as a privilege, not as a right. As such, they will be safeguarded with the upmost care. In these dark times, mankind has the opportunity not only to prove his humanity, but to earn it.

A Falcon flies overhead of the two Freelancers, as they watch.

Wyoming: Well, third craft this afternoon. Let's see who else is arriving.

Malcom Hargrove: (voice over) I look forward to a long, and mutually beneficial, relationship for our two departments. Yours truly, Malcom Hargrove, Assistant to the Oversight Sub-Committee Chairperson.

CT and Headcase disembark from the Falcon. Sweetheart, who'd taken off her helmet, Rambo, and Guns all watch them walk by.

Rambo: It's her.

Sweetheart: I can't believe he trusts that bitch after what she did to us.

Wyoming: There she is. (as Wyoming looks through the scope of his rifle, CT gazes out in his direction) Come in, Command. Tell the Director she's here.

Headcase sees that CT had stopped.

Headcase: What is it?

CT: It's nothing...come on.

The two continue walking, but not before the Headcase glances back out torward the ocean.

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The Mother of Invention flies through space, as the Director and Counselor are inside, in the briefing room.

Counselor: Congratulations, Director. Another successful test.

Director: Another fragment was harvested this morning, Counselor. Find it a match.

Counselor: This morning? That is ahead of schedule.