Chapter 192: Reckless

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 premisis 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 and 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?

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

Cut to Valhalla at Blue Base. Wash and Tucker are standing on a ledge watching the Reds from nearby. A

sh has something blue on his back. Xi is on his shoulder.

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.

"I agree with, Grif." Ash sighs.

"I don't understand why we're doing this." Xi says.

Tucker: Alright, you know the drill.

Simmons: Do we have to?

Washington: That depends; how badly do you want your flag back?

Simmons glances at Grif, who is standing behind him.

"Don't look at me it's your turn." Grif says to Simmons.

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."

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

"Yeah..." Wash agrees. "Hey! What else have you got?" Wash asks.

"Nothing!" Grif yells. "That stupid flag was the only thing we have left!"

"Actually, there's still ONE thing you haven't taken." Simmons informs.