RP:Red vs Blue: Revolution/Episode 3

Episode III: The Lost Freelancer

2214 Hours, December 12, 2551 (UNSC Military Calendar), aboard the UNSC Mother of Invention, unknown system

<Agent_Texas> I'm not so sure if it was a good idea to continue these augmentations.
<Agent_Texas> Everyone's knocked out again.
<Agent_Texas> Well, mostly.
<Agent_Texas> And this time we've got even less Freelancers.
* Agent_Wyoming enters Mother of Invention's bridge.
<Agent_Texas> Not to mention South and Cal are against us.
<Agent_Texas> Wyoming, anything to report?
<Agent_Wyoming> Nothing on the bridge.
<Agent_Texas> Maine, how you feeling?
<Agent_Texas> All recovered from the removal process?
* Agent_Maine lets out a silent 'fine'
<Agent_Texas> Good.
<Agent_Wyoming> I'll come down to join you. Be down in a moment.
<Agent_Texas> No Wyoming, you stay on the bridge.
<Agent_Wyoming> All right.
<Agent_Texas> Maine, make sure the barracks are well-guarded. We don't want any more Freelancers assassinated.
<Agent_Texas> Both of you, report in on regular intervals.
<Agent_Wyoming> Copy. Sync.
* Agent_Maine begins his way to the barracks, patiently checking his weapons.
* Agent_California kicks his wall
* Agent_Wyoming loiters.
<Agent_Texas> Keep quiet, Cal!
<Agent_South> Hey Cal, stop kicking the wall.
<Agent_South> I'm trying to sleep.
<Agent_California> I'm BORED!
<Agent_South> Well, you're gonna be dead if you don't stay quiet.
<Agent_Texas> Both of you, keep it down.
* Agent_Wyoming checks the ship's life support.
<Agent_California> Whatever happened to a speedy trial?

* Agent_Texas stumbles at a sudden explosion. <Agent_Texas> What the hell? <Agent_Texas> Wyoming, what was that? <Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I believe we have visitors. <Agent_Texas> I'm on my way. <Agent_Wyoming> They have boarding craft. <Agent_Wyoming> We're going to start losing systems . . . * Assault soars towards the Mother of Invention in two Pelican dropships. * Agent_Wyoming plugs in Gamma. <Agent_Texas> Alright Maine, load up. * Agent_Maine growls and takes off the Brute Shot off his back. <Agent_Texas> We've got a situation in the hangar! <Agent_Texas> Wyoming, stay the bridge. * Agent_Maine begins sprinting. <Agent_Wyoming> Blast it. <Agent_Texas> Use the weapons systems and hold off the ships. <Agent_Texas> Maine, meet me at hangar 4. <Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, start the fireworks. <Agent_South> Well, this sure looks like it's gonna be fun. <Agent_South> Sit tight, Cal. We might just have a chance to get out of here. * Assault roars into the hangar. Teams of green-armored soldiers pour out of the pelicans * Agent_Texas reaches the hangars and sees the assault team. * Agent_Texas brings up her SMGs and lunges into the action. * Agent_Texas cuts down a half dozen soldiers in a matter of seconds. * Agent_Texas doesn't even slow and guns down soldier after soldier. * Agent_Maine jumps off a balcony and begins blasting soldiers in mid air. * Assault maneuvers to surround Tex. Both Pelicans take aim with their minguns. * Agent_Texas rolls under a Pelican and plants a grenade on the fuselage. * Agent_Texas dashes away. * Agent_Maine lands on soldiers and slices an entire line of soldiers. <Agent_Texas> Wyoming, how we doing on the bridge? * Zeta_AI opens the hangar door, sending vacuum blasting into the bay. <Agent_Texas> Shit! * Agent_Texas clings to a pillar. * Agent_Maine jumps onto a nearby wall. <Agent_Wyoming> There's not much I can do. Gamma's trying to keep up with another AI. * Agent_California hears the battle * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> What do we have here? * Zeta_AI seals off the exits to the hangar but leaves the bay door open. <Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, mind giving Maine and I a ride? <Agent_Texas> We're isolated in the hangar with only one way out. <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger, on my way. * Agent_Maine falls, awfully annoyed. <Agent_Wyoming> Sensors are being jammed, too. Coms won't last long at this rate. * Four-Seven-Niner arrives at the hangar where Tex and Maine are and opens the hatch. * Agent_Texas climbs in and pulls Maine on board. * Agent_Maine begins loading his brute shot. * Zeta_AI completely jams the COMs. <Agent_Wyoming> Dammit! <Agent_Wyoming> Texas? Maine? Ah, no good. <Four-Seven-Niner> Where to? <Agent_Texas> Get us to the adjacent hangar, now! * Zeta_AI activates the Mother of Invention's autocannons and targets Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> What the fuck! * Four-Seven-Niner swerves to avoid the gunfire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Mother of Invention, hold fire! <Four-Seven-Niner> Texas, the COMs are off. * Agent_Maine stands and aims his weapon at the Mother of Invention's cannons and begins firing. <Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, get that thing out of the guns! <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, this is bad. <Agent_Wyoming> Oh, dear. <Four-Seven-Niner> Firing countermeasures! * Agent_Maine activates the Pelican's turret and fires upon the missiles. <Four-Seven-Niner> That's not gonna do you much good, Maine. <Agent_Texas> Worth a try. <Agent_Wyoming> If you can't stop their firing, seal the missile pods. * Zeta_AI swears as the missile explodes over the seals, damaging the ship's weapon systems. <Agent_Texas> That looks bad. <Agent_Texas> Where did all those explosions come from? <Agent_Texas> Did the missiles detonate in their tubes? <Agent_Texas> What the hell is going on? <Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I'm trying helmet coms. Can you read me? <Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <Agent_Texas> What just happened? <Agent_Wyoming> I've got a bit of control back. Opening the hangar door. <Agent_Texas> Were you firing on us? <Agent_Wyoming> There was another AI in the system, but it just vanished. <Agent_Wyoming> Gamma's got control. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, we've taken a few hits. <Four-Seven-Niner> But we're heading back now. * Agent_Maine reloads. <Four-Seven-Niner> There you go. <Four-Seven-Niner> Good luck, Texas, Maine. <Agent_Texas> Roger. <Agent_Texas> Keep your head down, Four-Seven-Niner. <Agent_Wyoming> There's another problem, it seems. One unidentified lifesign in the detention block. <Agent_Texas> On it, Wyoming. * Four-Seven-Niner goes to maintenance to work on her Pelican. * Agent_Maine jumps off and follows Texas to the detention block. * Agent_Texas heads down towards the detention block via hallway. <Agent_Texas> Stay sharp, Maine. * Pyr0 (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon <Agent_Wyoming> Tex, there's not much I can do here. I'll meet you en route. * Agent_Texas spots Pyr0. <Agent_Texas> Roger Wyoming, head on down. * Agent_Texas takes aim at Pyr0. <Agent_Texas> What the fuck is with this guy... * Agent_Maine presses his elbow against his brute shot and raises it. * Agent_Wyoming meets up with Tex. * Pyr0 readies his flamethrower. His battered ODST armor glows as he opens fire on Tex. * Agent_Texas rolls around the flames and opens fire on Pyr0. * Agent_Maine fires non-stop. * Agent_Texas throws a grenade at Pyr0. * Pyr0 intercepts the grenade with a wall of flame. * Agent_Maine takes cover behind a wall from the heat and reloads impatiently. * Knives_ (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon * Muscles (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon * Agent_Texas fires upon Pyr0, to no avail. * Muscles appears behind Maine and raises his rocket launcher. <Agent_Texas> Maine, look out! * Pyr0 stumbles under the stream of gunfire, but keeps his flamethrower burning * Agent_Minnesota (18b3d43e@gateway/web/freenode/ip.24.179.212.62) has joined #halo-fanon * Agent_Minnesota flanks Pyr0 and shoots him in the back. * Muscles fires. * Agent_Maine sidesteps the flames and sucker punches Muscles. * Muscles crashes back into the wall. <Agent_Texas> Minnesota! * Pyr0 staggers and spins to fire at Minnesota. * Agent_Texas trips Pyr0 and disarms him of his flamethrower. * Agent_Minnesota goes to meet with Wyoming <Agent_Texas> Let's see how you like it... * Agent_Texas literally opens fire on Pyr0. * Pyr0 lets out a wordless, animal scream. <Knives_> No! * Agent_Maine starts charging and rams his shoulder into Muscles. <Agent_Wyoming> Minnesota? I didn't know you were awake. * Knives_ appears at the other end of the hallway and opens fire on Tex with a pistol. <Agent_Minnesota> I am now. <Knives_> Remember us, bitches! * Agent_Maine quickly equips his Brute Shop and fires at Knives. * Agent_Texas turns the flame on Knives_ * Knives_ nimbly dodges * Pyr0 tackles Tex from behind. * Agent_Texas grabs Pyr0 from behind her back and flips him over her. * Agent_Texas slams Pyr0 to the ground. <Agent_Minnesota> Who the hell are these guys? <Agent_Wyoming> Haven't the slightest, but they've brought back-up. <Agent_Minnesota> Well shit. * Agent_Texas tackles Knives_ and slams her into the wall. * Agent_Maine turns to Muscles and gives him an angry palm before he rushes to Texas' fight. * Knives_ draws a knife and slashes at Tex's arms. * Agent_Texas feels no pain and gut-punches Knives_ * Agent_Texas turns her attention back to Pyr0 and bashes him across the face with his empty flamethrower. * Muscles staggers to his feet and pulls out a grenade. * Muscles tosses it to Pyr0 * Pyr0 catches the grenade. * Agent_Texas turns to see Muscles getting up. * Agent_Texas dashes to Muscles and headbutts him in the chest, knocking him back. * Agent_Texas follows up by with a spinning kick to Muscles' face, knocking him to the ground. * Agent_Maine attempts to slash at Knives_ * Knives_ dodges again and pulls out a second knife. <Agent_Texas> Maine, watch the grenade! <Agent_Wyoming> Alright, we need an eye overhead. Our systems are back online thanks to Gamma, head to the bridge and give us a heads up on our internal sensors. We could use an eye in the sky. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm on it, Wyoming. <Agent_Wyoming> That works. * Pyr0 primes the grenade and wraps Maine in a bear hug. * Agent_Maine punts Pyr0 off and flies from the explosion. <Agent_Wyoming> Minnesota, you and I should join battle, if there's anything left. <Agent_Wyoming> Where did you last see Tex and the others? <Agent_Minnesota> Not sure, probably in the direction of that pyromaniac guy, from the sounds of it. * Pyr0 (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has left #halo-fanon <Knives_> No!No! <Knives_> You bitch! * Agent_Texas grabs one of Knives_ knives and slashes at her with it. * Knives_ parries and counterattacks. <Agent_Texas> One down, two to go. <Agent_Texas> You're next. * Agent_Maine stumbles from his injury and slowly reloads his Brute Shot, disorientated. * Agent_Wyoming goes with Minnesota to find Tex and Maine. * Muscles pushes himself up and fires at Maine. * Agent_Maine fires at Muscles' ground, taking his shots to his chest. * Agent_Texas locks blades with Knives_ and flips her knife away. * Knives_ jumps back and pulls out another pistol. <Knives_> Go to hell! * Agent_Texas kicks the pistol out of Knives_' hand. * Agent_Texas slashes her stolen knife down Knives_' forearm. <Agent_Minnesota> I'll help Maine, you help Tex. <Agent_Texas> I don't need it. <Agent_Wyoming> Roger that. <Agent_Wyoming> But all the same. * Agent_Texas sends Knives_ flying down the corridor with a kick. * Agent_Maine roars and tackles Muscles onto the ground in a frenzy. * Agent_Wyoming draws a bead on Knives. * Knives_ rolls around a corner. <Agent_Wyoming> Bullocks. * Agent_Texas runs after Knives. <Agent_Texas> Min, give Maine a hand. * Agent_Minnesota sneaks up behind Muscles and draws his knife. * Agent_Maine punches continuously at Muscles' head. * Agent_Texas turns the corner, hefting the knife in one hand. * Agent_Texas flips the knife onto its blade and flings it at Knives_' back. * Knives_ collapses. <Agent_Texas> Scratch two. * Agent_Texas turns back for Muscles. * Knives_ drags herself towards the detention block. <Agent_Wyoming> There's someone in the detention block, and they're likely after our prisoners. <Agent_Wyoming> We have to go now. <Agent_Wyoming> Trust me. <Agent_Texas> On my way. * Agent_Maine throws Muscles to Agent_Texas and falls to his knees as blood gushes out. * Agent_Texas slams Muscles' head into a wall but doesn't slow down and follows Maine down the detention block. * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Texas head to the detention block. * Muscles lies still and doesn't move. * Agent_Minnesota executes Muscles. * Muscles has quit (Quit: Page closed) * Agent_Maine stands and presses his chest, falling onto Minnesota's shoulder. * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Texas enter the detention block, finding the empty cells. <Agent_Texas> Damn. * Agent_South appears from the shadows and opens fire on Texas. <Agent_Texas> Agh! * Agent_Wyoming kicks Agent_Tex into a cell. * Agent_Wyoming 's AI locks the cell. <Agent_Texas> Dammit! <Agent_Texas> Wyoming? What the hell? <Mordred> Wyoming, what's our status? <Agent_Wyoming> She's locked up. <Mordred> Make sure she stays that way. * Agent_Minnesota checks to make sure that Maine isn't badly wounded. * Agent_South aims at Wyoming but then lowers her guns. <Mordred> South, play nice with Wyoming. <Agent_Wyoming> If you want to have a chat in person, now would be the time to come say hello. <Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <Agent_Texas> Fuck! * Agent_Maine hears the faint sound of Texas' cursing and moves his head towards Minnesota's ear. <Agent_Maine> texas... <Agent_Minnesota> Hmm? <Agent_Texas> Maine, come in, do you read me? <Agent_Texas> Watch out, Wyoming's gone rogue! <Agent_Texas> Minnesota! <Agent_Texas> Do you copy? <Agent_Texas> Get down to the detention block, pronto! <Agent_Minnesota> Roger * Agent_Minnesota turns around, BR at the ready <Agent_Texas> Wyoming is hostile, copy? * Agent_Maine stands again and ignores the pain as he follows Minnesota to the detention block. <Agent_Minnesota> I copy. * Agent_South sees Minnesota and opens fire on him. * Agent_Minnesota takes cover * Agent_South swiftly reloads and moves to cover Wyoming. * Agent_Maine stands back and fires upon Wyoming. * Knives_ leans against a wall and tries to patch up her wounds. * Agent_South reaches Minnesota and aims at him. <Agent_Minnesota> Shit! * Agent_Minnesota takes cover. * Agent_South opens fire, landing several hits on Minnesota, although only a few bullets penetrate. <Agent_South> Stop running! <Agent_Minnesota> Argh! * Agent_Maine covers Minnesota and throws his grenade belt. <Agent_South> Sorry, Min. <Agent_South> It's nothing personal. <Agent_Minnesota> Grrrrr.... * Agent_South aims at Minnesota's head. * Agent_Minnesota knocks the gun away. * Agent_Maine fires at South with his magnum. * Agent_South moves fast, avoiding Maine. <Agent_South> Dammit! * Agent_South runs, now on the defensive. <Agent_South> Mercenary, I've got two Freelancers on me! * Agent_Maine quickly stands from his injuries and chases after South. <Agent_Texas> Someone let me the fuck out! <Agent_Minnesota> Maine, lets fall back and find Tex! <Agent_Wyoming> Just relax, dear Texas. * Agent_South turns the corner and takes a breather. * Agent_South pulls out her pistol and pulls back the slide. <Agent_South> Right, bring it on, Maine. * Agent_South turns around the corner and aims at Maine. * Deadeye (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon * Agent_Maine, frustrated, ignores Minnesota and begins a firing upon South. * Agent_Minnesota pulls Maine down. <Knives_> Shit. <Knives_> Shit. <Knives_> They killed them... * Agent_Maine growls at Minnesota. <Agent_Maine> no! <Agent_Minnesota> She nearly killed you, dumbass. <Agent_South> Dammit! * Agent_South takes cover and spots Knives. * Agent_South gives Knives a hand up <Knives_> You... * Agent_Maine continues his firefight with South. <Agent_South> Watch my back, will you? Or we're both dead. * Agent_Minnesota joins Maine. * Agent_South hands Knives_ her SMG. * Knives_ grips it with newfound purpose. <Knives_> Got it. <Agent_South> On three, sync? <Knives_> Sync. * Agent_South turns the corner and aims at Maine. * Knives_ opens fire on South from behind. <Agent_South> Agh! * Agent_South falls to the ground. <Agent_South> What the fuck! <Knives_> That's for my friends, you bitch. <Agent_South> I didn't kill them! <Agent_South> Fuck! * Knives_ retreats down the hall. * Agent_Minnesota shoots at Knives_ <Agent_Minnesota> She's our kill, bastard! * Agent_South gets up slowly to see Maine glaring down at her. <Agent_South> Shit... * Agent_Maine gives her a final punch, knocking her unconscious * Agent_Maine grabs her hands and ties them. * Agent_Minnesota meets up with Maine. * Knives_ deploys a smoke grenade. * Agent_Texas continues to pound at the cell wall, trying to open it to no avail. * Knives_ vanishes into the service ducts. <Agent_Minnesota> Fuck! <Agent_Texas> Maine, Minnesota, do you copy? <Agent_Texas> Will one of you open the detention cells? <Agent_Minnesota> I copy. * Agent_Maine makes his way to the detention block and finds the cell console destroyed. <Agent_Texas> Open the doors! <Agent_Minnesota> Maine, Your call. * Agent_Texas sees South slumped against the wall behind Minnesota. <Agent_Texas> Good, you got her. * Agent_Maine stands at Texas' cell and punches out the generators creating the barrier. * Agent_California turns the corner and spots Maine and Minnesota <Agent_Texas> Okay Maine, stand back. * Agent_Texas backs up and makes a running dash towards the door. * Agent_Texas kicks it, knocking it off its generators and straight into the opposite wall. * Agent_California pulls gun on Tex <Agent_Texas> Right. <Agent_Texas> Your turn. * Agent_Texas runs at California and grabs his arm. * Agent_Texas twists and disarms him in a single move. <Agent_Texas> Minnesota, get South to medical. <Agent_Texas> Under heavy guard. <Agent_Minnesota> Roger. * Agent_California punches Tex * Agent_Texas grabs the gun and shoots Cal in the knee with it. * Agent_Minnesota drags South away. * Agent_Wyoming enters the prison block. * Agent_Wyoming knocks out Minnesota with a blow to the back of the head and grabs South. * Agent_Minnesota blacks out. <Agent_Maine> grr <Agent_Texas> Shit! * Agent_Wyoming exits quickly. <Agent_Texas> Maine, get Wyoming! <Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, lock down the doors behind me. * Agent_Minnesota comes to moments later. <Agent_Texas> Dammit! * Agent_Maine lowers his weapon and slams himself into the door. * Agent_Wyoming gets down through a maintenance shaft. <Agent_Minnesota> shit <Agent_Minnesota> Tex, Wyoming has South! <Agent_Texas> I know. * Agent_Maine begins kicking at the door and slowly tears it open * Agent_Maine jumps through the small opening and chases after Wyoming. * Agent_Texas slams California into the wall. * Agent_California punches Tex's face * Agent_Texas is unaffected and twists Cal's arms behind his back. <Agent_California> Ow! * Agent_California kicks Tex * Agent_Texas stumbles and lets go. * Agent_Texas grabs Cal by the neck and pins him still. <Agent_Texas> Don't make me shoot your other knee. * Agent_Wyoming takes off. <Agent_Maine> NO! <Agent_Texas> Maine, what's going on? <Agent_Texas> Maine? <Agent_Texas> Have you got Wyoming? <Agent_Maine> Agent_Texas: No! Wyoming gone! <Agent_Texas> Dammit. <Agent_Texas> Okay, Minnesota. <Agent_Texas> Secure Cal here. <Agent_Texas> I'm going after the mercenary. * Agent_Texas dumps the unconscious California into a cell and runs off. * Agent_Maine follows Texas. * Agent_Minnesota resumes chasing Mordred

<Mordred> Fighters, start your run. <Mordred> Assault team, get in position. <Mordred> Let's kick some armored ass, people. <Mordred> Zeta, get in their systems and start screwing with everything you can get your hands on. <Zeta_AI> Hm. <Zeta_AI> Their security seems to have improved from last time. <Zeta_AI> Might take a few minutes. * Agent_Texas stumbles at a sudden explosion. <Agent_Texas> What the hell? <Agent_Texas> Wyoming, what was that? <Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I believe we have visitors. <Zeta_AI> I think that got their attention. <Zeta_AI> I'm making my way into the ship now. <Mordred> Great, keep it up. <Mordred> Assault team, get into that hangar and start shooting. * Assault soars towards the Mother of Invention in two Pelican dropships. <Zeta_AI> Why am I not surprised? <Zeta_AI> Boss, you won't like this. <Zeta_AI> The Freelancers haven't destroyed Sigma. They're keeping him in the system and he'll notice if I get into the ship. <Mordred> You know what, Zeta? <Mordred> I don't care anymore <Mordred> Stay in those systems. <Zeta_AI> Got it. <Mordred> Now get that hangar open for the assault team. <Zeta_AI> Okay, I'm in. * Agent_Texas brings up her SMGs and lunges into the action. * Agent_Texas cuts down a half dozen soldiers in a matter of seconds. * Agent_Texas doesn't even slow and guns down soldier after soldier. <Zeta_AI> Might want to hurry, boss. Tex is cutting through them pretty quick. * Assault maneuvers to surround Tex. Both Pelicans take aim with their minguns. * Agent_Texas rolls under a Pelican and plants a grenade on the fuselage. * Agent_Texas dashes away. <Zeta_AI> Very quick. <Mordred> Shit. <Mordred> Alright people, this is it. <Mordred> Touching down in five. <Zeta_AI> There aren't many soldiers left. <Mordred> Damn. <Zeta_AI> Oh well, they're dead anyway. * Zeta_AI opens the hangar door, sending vacuum blasting into the bay. * Agent_Texas clings to a pillar. <Zeta_AI> That should hold her. <Mordred> Any survivors? <Zeta_AI> The others don't have suits on. <Mordred> Shit. <Zeta_AI> That's all I can do for now, so hurry it up. <Zeta_AI> I'm fighting off Gamma. <Zeta_AI> Just her and Maine. <Mordred> Alright, wheels down. * Mordred enters the Mother of Invention's tertiary hangar. <Mordred> We've been over the plan, people. <Mordred> Get to your targets. * Zeta_AI completely jams the COMs. <Zeta_AI> Looks like they'll have to use sign language now. <Zeta_AI> Hey boss, watch this. * Zeta_AI activates the Mother of Invention's autocannons and targets Four-Seven-Niner. <Mordred> Great job, Zeta. <Mordred> Keep them off the ship for as long as you can. * Agent_Maine stands and aims his weapon at the Mother of Invention's cannons and begins firing. <Zeta_AI> I think not. * Zeta_AI activates missiles. * Sigma_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon <Sigma_AI> Funny, I thought creativity was my forte. * ChanServ gives voice to Sigma_AI <Zeta_AI> Oh no. <Sigma_AI> I must commend you on the spectacular job you are doing though. <Sigma_AI> Hello Zeta, where have you been? * Mordred heads down the Mother of Invention's deserted hallways. <Zeta_AI> That's two problems. * Zeta_AI keeps firing the autocannons, the only weapons stil functioning <Mordred> Zeta, I need access to the detention block, pronto. <Zeta_AI> Got it. <Sigma_AI> Keep at it, Zeta. I've almost found you. <Zeta_AI> Boss... <Mordred> Stay with me, Zeta. <Sigma_AI> You can run... <Zeta_AI> Don't have much time, boss. <Mordred> Fine. <Sigma_AI> ...but you can't hide... <Sigma_AI> ...not for long... <Mordred> Get the detention block open and pull out. <Mordred> The team's in position. <Zeta_AI> There you go. <Zeta_AI> You should be good- <Sigma_AI> Gotcha! * Zeta_AI screams. * Zeta_AI has quit (Quit: Page closed) <Mordred> Shit. <Sigma_AI> One down... <Mordred> Zeta! <Mordred> Zeta, can you hear me? <Mordred> Damn. * Mordred enters the detention block. <Agent_California> Hello? * Mordred approaches the cells. <Mordred> Agent California. <Mordred> Agent South. <Agent_South> Hey, wanna talk later? <Agent_South> Something's going on here. <Mordred> Did the explosions tip you off, or was it me walking in here? * Mordred waves. <Mordred> How you two doing? <Agent_California> Um.... <Agent_South> Let me out, you fucker! * Mordred wags his finger. <Mordred> Play nice, South. <Mordred> California, are you good to fight? * Mordred unlocks the door to California's cell. <Mordred> The Director sends his regards. <Agent_California> And I'm okay to fight. <Agent_South> Hey, what about me, asshole? * Agent_California leaves cell <Mordred> I'll get to you in a second. <Mordred> You aren't exactly high on my list after that screw-up with Carolina. <Agent_South> Come on! <Mordred> I don't work for free, sister. <Mordred> I let you out, you fight for me until this little shindig is over. <Agent_South> Fine, whatever. * Mordred produces a small pill and passes it through the bars to South. <Mordred> Take it. <Agent_South> What is this? <Mordred> It's a stimulant. * Agent_South hesitates and takes the pill. <Agent_South> I could use a boost... <Agent_South> Oh yeah? <Agent_South> How can I trust you? <Agent_California> Where can I get a gun, Mordred? * Mordred tosses Agent_California an assault rifle. <Agent_California> MA5K? I love these... <Mordred> You can't. <Mordred> That's the wonderful thing about working with me. <Agent_South> Then I'll kill you right now. <Mordred> Then you die in four hours. <Mordred> Have fun with that. <Agent_South> Well, you'd die a lot sooner than me, dipshit. * Agent_South lowers her stance. <Agent_South> Fine. I'll trust you. <Mordred> Good choice. <Agent_South> Now what do you want me to do? * Mordred opens the cell door and passes South a pistol. <Agent_California> I'll hold the door... <Mordred> Everyone, retreat! <Mordred> Get out of there! <Mordred> South, stay here and wait for my instructions. <Agent_South> Fine. <Mordred> California, on me. <Mordred> Agent_Wyoming: She's all yours. * Agent_California follows Mordred <Mordred> South, Tex is headed your way. <Mordred> Ready for round two? <Agent_South> Not really. <Agent_South> Which way do I go? <Mordred> Hold position. <Agent_South> What? <Mordred> Be ready for a fight. <Agent_South> Are you kidding me? <Mordred> Do you want to die of heart failure? * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Texas enter the detention block, finding the empty cells. <Agent_Texas> Damn. <Mordred> South, get Texas! * Agent_South appears from the shadows and opens fire on Texas. <Agent_Texas> Agh! * Mordred heads into a small corridor. <Mordred> California, stick with me. <Mordred> Wyoming, what's our status? <Agent_Wyoming> She's locked up. * Agent_California hides near Mordred <Mordred> Make sure she stays that way. * Agent_South aims at Wyoming but then lowers her guns. <Mordred> South, play nice with Wyoming. <Agent_California> So, Mordred, I stay here and don't fight? <Mordred> Just stick with me. <Mordred> I'm looking for a containment unit. <Mordred> Wyoming, have Gamma locate any AI containment units on the ship. <Agent_Wyoming> Got one. It's on the bridge. <Agent_South> Mercenary, I've got two Freelancers on me! <Mordred> Wyoming, if you can, give South a hand. <Mordred> California, head back to the detention block. <Mordred> Try to flank them. * Mordred carries on down the hallway. * Mordred heads for the bridge. * Agent_California returns to detention block <Agent_California> (warily) Hello? * Agent_California scans detention block <Agent_Wyoming> Ah, Cal. See who we've got here? * Agent_California reflexively pulls rifle on Wyoming <Agent_Wyoming> Easy, Cal. I've spoken with Mordred. <Agent_Wyoming> He made me a nice deal that involved all of us not getting killed for Tex and Carolina's mad crusade. * Agent_California lowers gun <Mordred> California, hold that cell block with Wyoming. <Mordred> Do not let that psychotic bitch out of that cell. <Agent_Wyoming> No problem there, mate. <Agent_California> It's just... the last time we met, I tried to kill you, Wyoming. <Agent_Wyoming> Funny how it works, isn't it? * Mordred enters the bridge and finds it deserted. <Agent_South> On three, sync? <Knives_> Sync. * Agent_South turns the corner and aims at Maine. * Knives_ opens fire on South from behind. <Agent_South> Agh! * Agent_South falls to the ground. <Mordred> Shit. <Mordred> Talk about irony. * Mordred approaches the command console. A small containment unit sits beside the controls. * Mordred plugs a datajack into the console. <Mordred> Let's try this again. <Mordred> This time, without the jail time. * Agent_Maine stands at Texas' cell and punches out the generators creating the barrier. <Mordred> Cal, Wyoming, what the hell are you two doing down there? * Agent_California turns the corner and spots Maine and Minnesota <Agent_Wyoming> That's what I'd like to know, these guys weren't here a moment ago. <Mordred> Fuck. <Mordred> Fuck you, Texas. * Mordred begins transferring control of the Mother of Invention's key systems to a remote data pad. <Mordred> I'm sorry, Zeta. * Mordred retrieves his datajack and enters a series of commands into the control console. * Agent_Wyoming enters the prison block. <Mordred> Wyoming, what's going on down there? * Agent_Wyoming knocks out Minnesota with a blow to the back of the head and grabs South. <Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, lock down the doors behind me. <Mordred> Wyoming, get South to the tertiary hangar bay. <Agent_Wyoming> En route. <Mordred> Good. <Mordred> I told you I wouldn't leave you. <Mordred> I'm a man of my word. <Agent_Wyoming> And I'm bloody grateful for it, mate. <Agent_Wyoming> Things went to hell quickly with the few extra Freelancers. * Mordred leaves the bridge. <Agent_Wyoming> Hang in there, South. <Agent_Wyoming> All will be well, very soon. * Agent_Maine jumps through the small opening and chases after Wyoming. <Mordred> Wyoming, watch out. * Zeta-Sigma_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Zeta-Sigma_AI <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Hello there, Agents. <Agent_Wyoming> Where's my exfil? * Agent_Maine turns a corner and sees Wyoming dragging South. * Agent_Wyoming enters Mordred's shuttle and closes down the door. * Agent_Maine sprints and crashes into the door of the shuttle. * Agent_Maine begins punching it. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I believe you still have one agent left in the cells to retrieve. <Mordred> Wyoming, take off. * Agent_Wyoming takes off. <Mordred> Get out of there. <Agent_Maine> NO! * Agent_Wyoming exits the Mother of Invention's hangar. <Agent_Wyoming> Maine, you'd better let go of that. * Agent_Maine jumps off the shuttle and grabs onto a small pipe and makes his way to the hangar console. * Agent_Maine reaches the console and closes the doors. He falls onto the floor and punches at it in pain before he makes his way to Texas' position. * Agent_Wyoming places South on a makeshift-looking bed. * Agent_Wyoming returns Gamma to his suit. * Mordred heads down another hallway. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Intruder, is that what I think it is? <Mordred> Who the hell are you? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I am the Sigma AI. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I have recently acquired your AI fragment. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> My little quest to metastability, if you will. <Mordred> Fuck you. <Mordred> Deadeye, do you have my position? <Deadeye> Got it. <Deadeye> Moving now. * Agent_Texas runs through several hallways and spots Mordred <Agent_Texas> You! * Mordred opens fire with his submachine gun. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Need some assistance, intruder? * Agent_Texas dodges most of the bullets. * Mordred continues firing. * Deadeye sights up his next target. * Agent_Wyoming's shuttle leaves the Mother of Invention's weapons range. * Agent_Texas reaches Mordred and slugs him hard in the side of the face. * Agent_Texas disarms Mordred with her other hand. * Mordred falls and rolls. * Deadeye sights on Texas. * Deadeye fires. * Agent_Texas takes the slug in the side and staggers. <Agent_Texas> Ugh! * Agent_Texas spots Deadeye. <Agent_Texas> Maine, deal with the sniper! * Mordred pulls out a pistol and fires up at Texas. * Mordred pushes away from Tex. * Agent_Texas takes more hits but keeps moving. * Agent_Maine sees Deadeye firing at Texas and quickly disarms and gets him in a headlock. * Deadeye struggles against the headlock. <Deadeye> Shit! * Agent_Texas trips Mordred, sending him sprawling to the ground * Agent_Texas grabs his gun and aims at him. * Agent_Maine flips and lands on Deadeye. * Agent_Maine holds Deadeye away from his body. * Mordred detonates an EMP grenade. <Agent_Texas> Agh! * Agent_Texas falls back, immobile. <Agent_Texas> What...the...fuck... * Mordred pushes away and retrieves his submachine gun. * Mordred flees around a corner. * Agent_Maine headbutts Deadeye's helmet and rushes to Texas. * Deadeye falls to the ground. * Agent_Texas slowly recovers and struggles to her feet. * Agent_Maine helps Texas stand. <Agent_Texas> Come on, after him. * Agent_Texas shakes her head and runs after Mordred * Mordred leans against a wall, panting. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Sure you don't need help, intruder? <Mordred> Fine. <Mordred> You son of a bitch. <Mordred> Do whatever the hell it takes. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Okay. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I need you to put me in the memory unit. * Mordred hesitates. <Mordred> And what happens when I do? * Agent_Texas turns the corner. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Sure you want to be asking questions now? * Agent_Texas dashes at Mordred * Mordred uploads Zeta-Sigma. * Zeta-Sigma_AI activates a charge in the memory unit just as Tex reaches them. <Agent_Texas> Argh! * Agent_Texas falls to her knees, clutching her head. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Done. * Mordred dives for cover. <Mordred> What the hell...

* Agent_Minnesota spots him and draws a bead.
* Agent_Maine fires upon Mordred
<Zeta-Sigma_AI> Now sit back and watch.
* Agent_Minnesota fires, but misses.
* Agent_Texas gets up slowly.
* Agent_Texas growls.
* Mordred throws a fragmentation grenade at Tex.
<Mordred> That one's for Connie, you bitch.
* Agent_Texas catches the grenade and crushes it with her foot.
<Mordred> The hell...
* Agent_Minnesota shoots Mordred in the hand
* Agent_Texas suddenly spins around and tackles Maine to the ground.
* Agent_Maine glares at Texas, confused.
* Agent_California wakes up frees himself from the ropes
* Agent_Texas punches Maine several times in the chest.
* Mordred retreats down the hall, clutching his hand.
<Agent_Texas> (Omega) Pitiful human!
* Mordred sprays submachine gun fire down the hall.
<Zeta-Sigma_AI> I believe you should go find California now.
* Agent_Maine coughs up blood in his helmet as the gunshots' pain returns.
<Agent_Maine> Minnesota!
* Agent_Texas punches Maine out with a single blow to the temple.
* Agent_Maine lays silent.
* Agent_Texas gets up and sweeps the ground from below Minnesota's feet.
* Agent_Texas knocks him out as well with a punch to the face.
* Mordred hesitates, then grabs another frag grenade with his wounded hand and throws it down the hall at Tex.
* Mordred flees.
* Agent_Texas catches the grenade and crushes it with her fist this time.
* Agent_Texas runs after Mordred
* Mordred heads for the detention block.

* Agent_Texas dives through several walls to get to Mordred, breaking them all apart in the process. * Mordred throws himself down. * Mordred detonates a second EMP grenade. * Agent_Texas falters. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Should have started running sooner, intruder. * Agent_California jumps into an air duct <Agent_Texas> (Omega) You cannot escape me! <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Here's Agent California's location. <Agent_California> OWW! * Agent_California landed on his knee * Agent_Wyoming's shuttle alters course. * Agent_California escapes through the air ducts * Mordred pulls a high-powered pistol from his coat and fires at Texas's body. * Agent_Texas is thrown to the floor by the shot. <Agent_Texas> Ugh... * Mordred retreats down the hallway, firing pistol and SMG in tandem. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You seem to be in a hurry, intruder. <Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, I have your coordinates. <Mordred> Wyoming... <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Mordred, is it? <Mordred> Yes, fuck you, it is! <Zeta-Sigma_AI> This is ironic. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Usually you are the calm, sarcastic, witty one. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> And those you interact with are angry with you. * Agent_Texas gets up, but is now heavily damaged. <Mordred> You just killed my best friend, you piece of shit! <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Your best friend is an AI? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> How sad. * Agent_Wyoming enters the tertiary hangar bay. * Agent_California emerges near Mordred <Mordred> California! <Mordred> Shoot Texas! <Mordred> Kill her now! * Agent_Texas is still far behind. * Agent_Texas runs for the hangar bays, unsure of which way Mordred went. * Agent_California is disarmed <Mordred> California, cover my back. * Mordred struggles to regain his composure. <Mordred> We're headed for the tertiary bay. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You seem agitated. <Mordred> Follow me if you want to live. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Remember, four hours. * Mordred ignores Zeta-Sigma. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> There are two hours and thirty-seven minutes remaining. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You may want to hurry. <Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, South's running out of time here. <Agent_California> Are we leaving? <Mordred> I'm coming. <Mordred> I have what I came for. * Agent_Texas runs through the halls, trying to figure out where Mordred went. * Agent_Texas is having some trouble moving after the numerous gunshots she took. <Mordred> California, there's a shuttle in the tertiary hangar. * Mordred heads for the Tertiary Hangar. <Agent_Texas> Maine, I'm after the mercenary. <Agent_Texas> Get Minnesota to medical, he's badly hurt. * Agent_Maine checks Minnesota's pulse and carries him to recovery. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Oh my. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I believe you disabled Omega when you shot Agent Texas. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You really should be more careful, Mordred. <Mordred> On that shuttle, there's a small canister under the pilot seat. <Mordred> Give it to South. <Mordred> California, hurry! * Agent_California finds it <Agent_Wyoming> Cal, she's here mate. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Was this job too much for you? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Look on the bright side, at least you're getting paid for it. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As your only friend Zeta used to say. * Mordred pauses outside the tertiary hangar to catch his breath. * Mordred reloads his submachine gun and pistol. <Agent_Wyoming> Give her the antidote. * Agent_California throws it to South * Agent_Wyoming catches, as South is unconscious. * Agent_Wyoming administers the canister. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Well, this has been pleasant, but I'm afraid we must part ways now. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I have no intention of being found by the director. * Agent_California starts dropship * Zeta-Sigma_AI disappears back into the ship's system. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I must thank you for the AI fragment. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Wisdom sure comes in handy. <Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, we're all clear here, and the Invention's weapons have been disabled. It's time to go. <Agent_California> Is everyone onboard? <Agent_Wyoming> Waiting on Mordred. He's talking to someone . . . or something. * Mordred staggers into the shuttle. <Mordred> Take off! * Agent_California does * Agent_Wyoming does so, pulling the shuttle out of the hangar bay. <Mordred> Get us out of here! * Mordred activates his radio. <Mordred> Assault team, do you copy? <Mordred> Does anybody copy? <Agent_Wyoming> They're gone, mate. We're all that made it away. * Mordred lowers his head and closes his eyes. <Mordred> Shit. <Mordred> Zeta. <Mordred> I'm sorry. <Agent_Wyoming> Cal, go ahead and take over piloting. * Agent_California happily starts piloting * Mordred pulls out the containment unit and glares hatefully at it. * Agent_Wyoming approaches Mordred. <Agent_Wyoming> Are you injured? <Mordred> Nothing serious. * Agent_Wyoming offers a hand up. * Mordred looks at it for several seconds, then accepts it. <Mordred> You came back for me. <Mordred> Why? <Agent_Wyoming> You'd have done the same. <Mordred> You don't know that. <Agent_Wyoming> That's how I work. <Mordred> I see. <Mordred> For what it's worth... <Mordred> Thanks. <Mordred> I guess. <Agent_Wyoming> Even if you would, or Tex or Carolina . . . I would. <Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among traitors. * Mordred laughs bitterly. <Mordred> Honor. <Mordred> That's a word. <Agent_Wyoming> Just a proxy word. Come on, let's check on Cal and South. * Mordred leans back against the bulkhead and breaths heavily. <Mordred> So that's Agent Texas. <Agent_California> Can I keep this dropship, Mordred? <Mordred> No. <Mordred> This one's mine. * Agent_South groans and stirs. <Agent_South> Fuck, get these bullets out of my back... * Agent_Wyoming was just about to sit watch over her. <Mordred> Keep her sedated. <Agent_California> Oh well... <Mordred> Just don't let her fuck around on my ship. <Agent_Wyoming> Alright, just stay still. <Mordred> California, treat her injuries. <Mordred> I promised North I'd keep her safe. * Agent_California returns to piloting * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> Why, hello, Mordred. * Mordred closes his eyes. * Mordred sighs <Mordred> Yeah, I'm here. <Director_Church> (COM) Since you are alive, I assume your mission went well. <Director_Church> (COM) Who would have thought that with all my Freelancers, you would have been the one not to fail me. <Agent_California> Hello, Director Church. <Director_Church> (COM) Hello, Agent California. <Director_Church> (COM) It's good to see you are alive. * Agent_Wyoming remains silent. <Director_Church> (COM) And Agent Wyoming...this is a surprise. <Director_Church> (COM) Not an unpleasant one though. <Agent_Wyoming> People in our trade seem to run into one another. <Mordred> I got you the damn unit. <Mordred> And some friends. <Director_Church> (COM) What's the matter, Mordred? When were you unhappy to receive a payment? <Mordred> Of course, Director. <Mordred> Who isn't happy when they lose five friends? <Director_Church> (COM) Friends? I thought you don't use that word in your line of work. <Mordred> I didn't think so either. <Mordred> Until about five minutes ago, when I watched them die. <Director_Church> (COM) Then again, you did have friends once, didn't you? All killed as well... <Director_Church> (COM) By my Freelancers too, no less... * Mordred sighs again, squeezing his eyes shut. <Director_Church> (COM) You don't seem so cocky anymore. <Director_Church> (COM) What, getting back into the action is too much for you? <Agent_California> Who were my friends...? * Mordred remains silent. <Director_Church> (COM) This is your friend. * Director_Church pulls out the Lambda AI and shows it to Cal over the COM screen. <Director_Church> Come claim it once Mordred here shows up to retrieve his pay. <Director_Church> Consider it a reward for your loyalty. <Agent_California> AAAH! I'm piloting! <Mordred> Then get the hell back to the cockpit. * Mordred stands up. <Director_Church> (COM) I trust you know the way to my base, Agent California. <Agent_Wyoming> I'll begin working on South, then. <Agent_Wyoming> Just ensure he keeps his eyes on the . . . space. * Agent_Wyoming goes into the back of the shuttle. <Director_Church> (COM) It's in the snow mountain range just below where the Mother of Invention is orbiting. <Director_Church> Rather convenient that Agent Texas has come so close to tracking me down, wouldn't you say? <Mordred> So close to the action. <Director_Church> (COM) Just fly straight down and you'll find me. * Agent_California activates autopilot <Mordred> And here I thought you'd be in a bunker on the other side of the galaxy. <Director_Church> (COM) That would limit my resources somewhat. <Director_Church> (COM) I have a few more...experiments to conduct. <Director_Church> (COM) Perhaps I'll be in need of your AI once again, Agent Wyoming. * Agent_Wyoming steps forward. * Agent_Texas is fully repaired and assumes control of the bridge. <Agent_California> Director, permission for VFR landing at your base. <Director_Church> (COM) Permission granted, Agent California. * Agent_California lands carefullly * Director_Church is waiting for them outside the base with a medical team and watches as they land. * Agent_Wyoming carefully helps Agent_South to the gurney. <Agent_South> Thanks... <Director_Church> A job well done, Mordred. * Mordred wraps gauze around his injured hand. <Director_Church> You have accomplished all your tasks. * Agent_California opens door to disembark <Mordred> That's what you pay me for. <Director_Church> I am glad to see three of my agents returned to me. <Director_Church> They will come in handy later on. * Mordred glances at Wyoming, eyes narrowed. <Agent_Wyoming> Yes . . . of course. <Mordred> Hey Wyoming, didn't you just get away from all this? <Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, may I have a moment of your time? * Mordred withdraws for a moment with Wyoming. <Agent_California> Director, you had something for me? <Director_Church> Yes, of course. * Director_Church hands the chip containing the Lambda AI to California. <Agent_California> Thanks. * Mordred turns away from Wyoming. <Mordred> Wyoming, get South. <Mordred> We're leaving. * Agent_Wyoming follows the medics. <Director_Church> The agents will be left in my care, Mordred. <Mordred> Sorry, Director. <Mordred> I made a promise to someone else. * Agent_Wyoming catches up with the medics. * Director_Church laughs. <Director_Church> A mercenary making promises. <Agent_Wyoming> Excuse me, chaps, but I think a Freelancer is best cared for by her fellows. <Director_Church> Then again, you weren't always a mercenary, were you? * Agent_Wyoming pulls the gurney in the reverse direction. <Mordred> No one's born a merc. * Mordred lights a cigarrete. <Director_Church> Well, does this mean you don't want the ten billion you agreed to? * Mordred laughs bitterly. * Agent_Wyoming lashes out with a kick when one of the medics try to stop him, and drops a security guard with a well-placed punch. <Director_Church> That's enough, let him be. <Agent_Wyoming> Apologies, South, but it seems this place is a little short on hospitality. <Director_Church> Hm, I'll take that as a no then. <Director_Church> The memory unit, then, if you please. * Agent_Wyoming pushes the wheeled bed as fast as he dares in the tight corridors leading back out to the landing pad. * Director_Church is watching all this seemingly unconcerned. * Agent_California puts Lambda in his armor <Agent_California> Hello, Lambda. * Mordred smiles and blows smoke in the Director's direction. <Mordred> The cash then. <Mordred> If you please. * Director_Church hands over a credit unit with ten billion cR. * Mordred passes him the memory unit. <Mordred> Pleasure doing business with you. * Director_Church watches as an armoured figure is wheeled out on a gurney. <Director_Church> One last thing. <Mordred> Yes? * Director_Church places the memory unit onto the armoured figure on the gurney. * Epsilon-Tex (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Tex <Director_Church> I learned not to trust a mercenary long ago. * Epsilon-Tex lunges at Mordred and knocks him to the ground. * Mordred rolls to the side * Director_Church disappears into the facility. * Epsilon-Tex dashes at Wyoming. <Mordred> Wyoming! <Mordred> We've got trouble! <Agent_Wyoming> Blast it! Cal, start the ship! * Epsilon-Tex knocks Wyoming aside. * Mordred pulls out his submachine gun. <Mordred> Fuck! * Epsilon-Tex runs into the cockpit. * Mordred opens fire. * Epsilon-Tex bashes California's head on the control panel. <Agent_California> Ow! <Mordred> Wyoming, get South! <Mordred> Get her out of there! * Epsilon-Tex runs back out and rams Wyoming off the landing pad. <Agent_Wyoming> Argh! * Agent_Wyoming scrambles for anything to grab hold of. * Agent_Wyoming catches a railing on the edge of the pad. * Mordred throws an EMP grenade at Epsilon-Tex. * Epsilon-Tex outruns the grenade easily. * Mordred follows it up with a hail of bullets. * Epsilon-Tex picks up South and dashes to the facility. <Epsilon-Tex> Might want to watch your fire. <Epsilon-Tex> Don't want to hit her. <Mordred> No! * Mordred reloads. * Agent_Wyoming struggles to pull himself up. * Mordred hesitates, torn between going after South and helping Wyoming. * Epsilon-Tex makes an impossibly high jump and jumps onto a ledge on the second level. * Epsilon-Tex dashes inside and seals the doors. * Agent_Wyoming pulls his head over the side. * Mordred turns and helps Wyoming up onto the pad. <Director_Church> (loudspeaker) Nice doing business with you too, Mordred. <Agent_Wyoming> Dammit, now what? <Director_Church> (loudspeaker) Enjoy the cash. * Mordred forces a smile. <Mordred> Don't worry, Director. <Mordred> Now I know where you live. <Agent_Wyoming> Let's go. There's nothing we can do at the moment. <Mordred> Right. <Mordred> Get the ship prepped. * Epsilon-Tex comes back out. <Epsilon-Tex> Oh, I'm not done yet. * Agent_Wyoming draws his rifle and fires parting shots. * Agent_California runs to shuttle * Epsilon-Tex speed across the ground, knocking Mordred down again as she passes him. * Epsilon-Tex grabs Wyoming and Cal and knocks their heads together hard. <Epsilon-Tex> Knock knock. * Epsilon-Tex turns back to Mordred and is now holding Wyoming's sniper rifle. * Agent_Wyoming draws a sidearm. <Agent_Wyoming> Guess who? * Epsilon-Tex doesn't even turn and backward kicks Wyoming in the face. * Agent_Wyoming is senseless. <Epsilon-Tex> Now stay down this time. * Mordred readies his SMG and takes a deep breath. * Agent_California gets the shuttle running * Epsilon-Tex shoots Mordred in the hand with the pistol <Epsilon-Tex> Might need a few muscles replaced there. * Mordred passes the SMG to the uninjured one. <Epsilon-Tex> At least it wasn't the sniper, that would have blown your hand clean off. * Epsilon-Tex runs up and kicks Mordred in the chest. * Mordred opens fire. * Epsilon-Tex is hit and staggers back right after she delivers the kick. * Agent_Wyoming is roused by Gamma, but is unable to move. * Mordred flies back, but lands on his feet and keeps firing. <Epsilon-Tex> Okay, you want to die? * Epsilon-Tex picks up the sniper rifle and shoots Mordred. <Mordred> You remind me of someone I really hate. <Agent_Wyoming> Bugger it . . . got to open a line. * Mordred dives to the side. * Epsilon-Tex misses his face and hits him in the leg. * Epsilon-Tex takes aim again. * Mordred throws an EMP grenade from the ground. * Epsilon-Tex ducks away. <Epsilon-Tex> You can only use that same trick so many times. * Epsilon-Tex rolls a frag grenade into the shuttle. <Epsilon-Tex> Might want to get out of there, boys. <Mordred> Who says I'm out of tricks? * Mordred rolls behind a storage crate. * Epsilon-Tex flickers into invisibility. * Agent_California kicks grenade out * Mordred runs out from the crates and heads for the shuttle. * Epsilon-Tex jams a second grenade under the shuttle's fuselage this time. <Epsilon-Tex> Now you'll want to run. * Agent_Wyoming gets his sidearm up, and takes careful aim. * Epsilon-Tex knocks Mordred down. * Epsilon-Tex enters invisibility again. * Mordred emerges from the crates and opens fire. The hologram flickers and vanishes. * Agent_California takes off * Epsilon-Tex watches as the shuttle's right wing explodes. <Epsilon-Tex> You're in for a rough landing there. * Epsilon-Tex watches as the ship nosedives into the snow. * Mordred watches Epsilon-Tex take half a clip of SMG bullets to the side. <Epsilon-Tex> Ugh. * Agent_Wyoming is thrown around, jarred, and finally free of the ship into a snowbank. * Epsilon-Tex shoots Mordred, loading several 12.7 mm rounds into his armoured torso. <Epsilon-Tex> Your ride's been trashed. * Mordred collapses. * Agent_Wyoming has lost his sidearm, looking back up to the landing pad. <Mordred> My coat... * Epsilon-Tex grabs Mordred and rips his vest off. <Epsilon-Tex> Now you want to try that again? * Epsilon-Tex puts the gun point-blank into Mordred's chest. <Mordred> Let's try this. * Mordred detonates the explosives hidden in his coat. <Epsilon-Tex> Agh! * Epsilon-Tex is thrown back, severely damaged along the front of her body. * Epsilon-Tex lands in a heap in the snow. * Agent_Wyoming sees the explosives go off, and draws a knife. * Agent_California emerges from the ruins with an MA5K and M41 * Agent_Wyoming sights carefully. * Mordred collapses against the crates. One arm hangs limply by his side. * Epsilon-Tex gets up slowly. * Mordred aims his pistol at Epsilon-Tex. * Agent_Wyoming throws the knife straight into Tex's vulnerable neck, then falls. * Epsilon-Tex takes the knife in the neck and falls again. * Mordred fires at Epsilon-Tex's head. * Epsilon-Tex doesn't take the hit as she fell just as Mordred fired. * Agent_Wyoming falls to his hands and knees. <Agent_Wyoming> You're gonna have to help me, Gamma. Move, slow time, and . . . * Agent_South runs out of the facility and knocks Mordred over <Mordred> heh * Agent_California shoots a rocket at Epsilon-Tex * Agent_South pulls Epsilon-Tex up and tosses her off to the side. * Mordred drags himself across the landing pad. * Agent_Wyoming stands. <Mordred> So much... <Mordred> So much for gratitude. <Agent_Wyoming> So much betrayal. <Agent_South> There's no way you're dragging me back to North. * Agent_California watches rocket cut wide <Director_Church> Oh, and Mordred? <Director_Church> There was one other reason I didn't want you to leave just yet. * Mordred rolls over onto his back. <Mordred> Oh yeah? * Agent_Wyoming stumbles forward a few steps, kicking something. <Director_Church> I wanted to show you a little something. * Mordred grins weakly.

* Deadeye staggers to his feet. * Deadeye retrieves his sniper rifle. * Deadeye makes a run for the hangar. * Deadeye staggers into the primary hangar bay. * Knives_ emerges from the air ducts right behind him. <Knives_> You're still alive. <Knives_> Thank God. <Deadeye> Yeah <Deadeye> Somehow. <Deadeye> Where's everyone else? <Knives_> Dead. They killed them both. * Agent_Texas bursts into the primary hangar bay. * Agent_Texas spots Knives and Deadeye. <Knives_> Shit! <Knives_> C'mon, we have to get out of here! * Agent_Texas runs straight towards them. * Deadeye turns and opens fire with his rifle. * Agent_Texas dodges the bullets but is slowed down. * Knives_ runs for a nearby Pelican. * Agent_Texas rolls and moves to chase after Knives. * Knives_ climbs aboard and starts the engines. * Deadeye dashes for the Pelican. * Agent_Texas pulls off her helmet. * Deadeye clambers aboard and slams the troop bay door controls. * Agent_Texas activates the timed failsafe charge and hurls it into the cargo bay a second before it closes. * Agent_Texas watches as the Pelican takes off and is consumed in a contained explosion. * Deadeye (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has left #halo-fanon * Knives_ (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has left #halo-fanon * Agent_Texas grabs a new helmet from the armoury and slips it on. * Agent_Texas walks away from the wreckage and heads down to recovery, where everyone is. <Agent_Texas> Maine, what's his status? * Mordred slumps down on the shuttle floor. <Agent_Wyoming> We're clear of weapons range. <Agent_Maine> unconscious but alive * Agent_Maine coughs from his sentence <Agent_Texas> This is bad. <Agent_Texas> Wyoming's with them too. * Agent_Texas punches the wall, cracking it straight open. <Agent_Texas> We've lost South and Cal too. <Agent_Texas> What the fuck is wrong with us? <Agent_Texas> Why is everyone turning traitor? <Agent_Maine> shit... * Agent_Maine sits down and throws off his helmet and breathes in deeply. <Agent_Texas> At least Min's okay. <Agent_Texas> And they didn't go for any of the others this time. <Agent_Texas> Shit, Maine. <Agent_Texas> It's a good thing you didn't want the augmentations. * Agent_Maine begins to take off his armor and curiously circles his gunshot wounds. * Agent_Texas calls over a medic to patch Maine up. * Agent_Maine injects multiple anesthetics into his chest as the medic tends to his injuries. <Agent_Texas> Dammit, how did that one mercenary do what three Freelancers couldn't? <Agent_Maine> *growl* * Agent_Texas sighs and goes to get replacement parts. * Agent_Maine pushes the medic away as his head falls onto his hands. <Agent_Texas> Right, I've had enough of this. <Agent_Texas> Maine, you all patched up? * Agent_Texas pounds the console in frustration. * Agent_Maine holds his chest, the bandages covering up his wounds. <Agent_Texas> Maine, I'm trying to get a fix on the director's location. * Agent_Maine quickly equips his armor back on and goes to Texas, interested. <Agent_Texas> We don't have any AIs with us except the ones sleeping with the others. <Agent_Texas> So it's kinda hard.

* Epsilon-Connie (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Connie <Director_Church> I learned how to do that while you were running that errand for me. * Agent_South helps Epsilon-Tex back into the facility. <Agent_South> There, now we're even. * Mordred lies against the concrete pad. Blood streams from his wounds. * Epsilon-Connie makes her way up to the pad and approaches him. <Epsilon-Connie> Hey there, Georgia. * Mordred turns his head weakly to look at Epsilon-Connie. Joy, hope, and despair flash through his eyes. <Director_Church> I believe it's been a while since you last met...Agent Georgia. * Mordred laughs, coughing up blood. <Mordred> Whatever did happen to Agent Georgia? <Epsilon-Connie> Beats me. <Epsilon-Connie> I sure wouldn't have recognized you if it wasn't pointed out to me. <Epsilon-Connie> So this is what you've been up to lately? * Mordred closes his eyes and turns away from Epsilon-Connie. <Mordred> What are you? <Epsilon-Connie> You don't remember me. <Epsilon-Connie> That kinda hurts. <Mordred> I remember someone. <Mordred> But it's not you. <Mordred> I never knew a copy. <Mordred> I never knew one of his toys. <Epsilon-Connie> And yet you convince yourself that you're someone else now. * Mordred 's breathing slows. <Mordred> I am. <Mordred> I am someone else now. <Epsilon-Connie> Keep telling yourself that. <Epsilon-Connie> You thought you didn't have any friends after you left us. <Epsilon-Connie> Can't say I blame you, since I've been there myself. <Epsilon-Connie> But I did have someone, didn't I? * Mordred does not reply. <Epsilon-Connie> You had someone too. <Epsilon-Connie> But you let them die. <Mordred> So I did. <Mordred> Funny how that worked out. <Epsilon-Connie> Tell me, is it worse to watch someone die? <Epsilon-Connie> Or to actually be in that place yourself? * Mordred laughs again, faintly. <Mordred> I'll let you know when it happens. <Epsilon-Connie> What do Wyoming and California mean to you, Georgia? <Epsilon-Connie> I thought you left us forever. * Mordred coughs up more blood. <Mordred> Hold your fire. <Agent_Wyoming> It's alright. I know what she is. <Mordred> Hold your... <Epsilon-Connie> Always looked out for me. * Mordred dissolves into more coughing. <Epsilon-Connie> Hoping I'd notice. <Epsilon-Connie> Some things don't change, do they? * Mordred pushes himself up and leans against a crate. <Epsilon-Connie> So who was it on that ship you felt so damn guilty about leaving behind? <Mordred> Zeta. <Epsilon-Connie> An AI. <Epsilon-Connie> That's who you put before us? <Epsilon-Connie> I must say I expected more, even from you. <Mordred> My friends.

* Agent_Wyoming finds Agent_California. <Agent_Wyoming> Are you hit, Cal? <Agent_California> I'm OK. <Agent_Wyoming> Good, that's good . . . so maybe you can help me walk. <Agent_Wyoming> We have to get . . . get up to the landing pad. * Agent_California helps Wyoming <Agent_Wyoming> There's a ladder there, on one of the supports. I think I can climb if I rely on my arms. * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_California approach the ladder and start their climb. * Agent_California helps Wyoming up * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_California reach the top. <Agent_Wyoming> It's not over just yet. <Mordred> Hold your fire. <Agent_Wyoming> It's alright. I know what she is. <Agent_Wyoming> A fragment of a fragment. Memory of memory. Ghost of . . . <Agent_California> I feel... different. <Agent_California> It's not that... Did Gamma change your personality, Wyoming? <Agent_Wyoming> No. They all act in different ways. <Agent_Wyoming> Gamma was deceit. <Agent_Wyoming> But he was not treachery.

* Agent_Wyoming offers Mordred a hand.
* Mordred does not take it.
<Mordred> Get out of here, guys.
<Epsilon-Connie> Funny how things have changed, haven't they?
<Epsilon-Connie> Everyone I tried to warn about the director has turned against him.
* Epsilon-Connie glances at Wyoming and Cal.
<Epsilon-Connie> Well...most of them.
<Epsilon-Connie> And all it took was my death for them to realize it.
<Epsilon-Connie> Especially Texas.
<Epsilon-Connie> The real Texas, not the memory you see in that facility.
<Mordred> We've met.
* Mordred smiles again.
<Mordred> I wasn't impressed.
<Epsilon-Connie> Could have fooled me, Georgia.
<Epsilon-Connie> She busted you up pretty badly.
<Epsilon-Connie> Both of them.
<Epsilon-Connie> And now...now that the revolution I always wanted finally happened...I can't bring myself to care anymore.
<Mordred> Neither can I.
<Epsilon-Connie> So what are you going to do now?
* Mordred opens his eyes and they are full of tears. His smile broadens, as much a grimace of pain as a mocking gesture.
<Epsilon-Connie> Go with to the friends you left and returned to?
<Epsilon-Connie> Stop trying to make money and convince yourself you don't care about anyone?
<Epsilon-Connie> It really hurts once you realize it, right.
<Mordred> Simple.
<Mordred> Goodbye, Connie.
* Mordred raises his pistol and shoots Epsilon-Connie in the head.
* Epsilon-Connie crumples to the ground.
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* Agent_Wyoming looks up at the facility.
<Director_Church> You are free to leave, agents.
* Mordred looks at Epsilon-Connie one last time, then jerks his face away.
<Director_Church> And Georgia...
<Director_Church> ...you should spend some of those earnings on medical supplies. And maybe a vehicle too.
<Director_Church> It's a long walk to civilization from here.
* Director_Church terminates the connection.
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* Mordred continues to smile through his tears.
<Mordred> I'll have to thank him someday.
<Mordred> For the chance to say goodbye.
<Mordred> Yeah.
<Mordred> I'll thank him.
<Mordred> Right before I blow his head off.
<Agent_Wyoming> We all have our grievances now, mate.

* Mordred forces himself upright and leans against the crate. He is covered in blood. * Agent_Wyoming opens com. <Agent_Wyoming> Cal, can you reach the transport? <Agent_California> Sure. <Agent_Wyoming> See if you can find any medical supplies. <Agent_Wyoming> We're in sore need of them. * Mordred lights a cigarette and stares across the shattered landing pad. * Agent_California checks <Agent_California> One medkit. <Agent_Wyoming> Bring it here. <Agent_Wyoming> There's something I didn't tell you Mordred. <Mordred> What's that? * Agent_California returns <Agent_Wyoming> Oh, that I planned to betray you, and gave Tex our location, and now it looks like we'll be counting on her for backup. * FILSS fires the Mother of Invention's MAC, bringing down a gigantic slug down on Mordred's position. <Agent_Texas> Thanks for the heads up, Wyoming. <Agent_Texas> Now take cover. <Agent_Texas> That round is on its way down. * Mordred throws back his head and laughs. <Agent_Wyoming> It's time to vacate this landing pad. * FILSS brings the MAC round down fifty feet from Wyoming's position, spraying snow everywhere. * Agent_Wyoming jumps down from the landing pad along with Cal into a snowdrift. <Agent_Wyoming> Soft landing, wot? <Agent_California> My kee! <Agent_California> MY KNEE HAS ICE IN IT! <Agent_Wyoming> Blast! Texas, we're going to need medical assistance. <Agent_Wyoming> Can you wake any of the other Freelancers? <Agent_Texas> Not at the moment. <Agent_Wyoming> Then send us down some weapons. Her Majesty, if you please. <Agent_Texas> Roger. <Agent_Texas> Is Cal with you? * Mordred whips out a knife and stabs Wyoming in the shoulder. <Agent_Wyoming> Affirmative. And they're all with us now-AGH! * Mordred pulls himself free and throws himself down into the snow. <Mordred> Not today, Wyoming. * Mordred vanishes into the avalanche. * Agent_Wyoming pulls the knife free. <Agent_Wyoming> We're on the same side, damn you! <Agent_Wyoming> I told you, there's only two sides! <Agent_Wyoming> Ours . . . and the Director's. * Four-Seven-Niner flies down to the surface. * Four-Seven-Niner lands above the avalanche and drops a Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Go get 'em, cowboy.

<Agent_Texas> Maine? <Agent_Texas> I think I've got a lock on the director's location. <Agent_Texas> He's holed up in a facility in the mountains below our position. <Agent_Texas> You might want to hold onto something. * Agent_Texas maneuvers the Mother of Invention closer into the atmosphere and points its bow straight down. <Agent_Texas> FILSS? * FILSS (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to FILSS <FILSS> All systems ready, Agent Texas. <Agent_Texas> Fire. <FILSS> Firing main cannon. * FILSS fires the Mother of Invention's MAC, bringing down a gigantic slug down on Mordred's position. <Agent_Texas> Thanks for the heads up, Wyoming. <Agent_Texas> Now take cover. <Agent_Texas> That round is on its way down. <Agent_Texas> Looks like we've started an avalanche. <Agent_Wyoming> Blast! Texas, we're going to need medical assistance. * Agent_Maine suddenly awakens from his state of sleep. <Agent_Wyoming> Can you wake any of the other Freelancers? <Agent_Texas> Not at the moment. <Agent_Wyoming> Then send us down some weapons. Her Majesty, if you please. <Agent_Texas> Roger. <Agent_Texas> Is Cal with you? <Agent_Wyoming> Affirmative. And they're all with us now-AGH! <Agent_Texas> Maine, get on board Four-Seven-Niner. <Agent_Texas> I have to maintain control over the ship. <Four-Seven-Niner> Pelican's fired up and ready to go. Get on board, Maine. * Agent_Maine jumps onto the Pelican, slightly disgruntled. <Agent_Texas> Hey Maine? <Agent_Texas> I'm issuing a level-zero directive on Cal. * Four-Seven-Niner lands above the avalanche and drops a Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Go get 'em, cowboy.

* Agent_Wyoming looks to Cal.
<Agent_California> Yes?
<Agent_Wyoming> You going to switch sides again, too?
<Agent_California> I am.
<Agent_Wyoming> Then do you want to drive?
<Agent_California> I'll go for it...
* Agent_Maine starts the Warthog and begins speeding towards California's position.
<Agent_Wyoming> Agent_Texas, Mordred's vanished again. I was going to explain everything to him, but he just ran away again.
<Agent_Texas> Hm.
<Agent_Texas> He won't get far.
<Agent_Texas> But get after him.
<Agent_Wyoming> I'm with Cal, and we're all for the same team now.
<Agent_Texas> Negative. I'm pulling the plug. Go find Mordred, leave Cal to Maine.

<Agent_Wyoming> Right. Cal, you're with Maine. <Agent_California> OK. <Agent_Wyoming> I have to find South. If Mordred honors his promises, that's who he'll go after. <Agent_Wyoming> I just hope he listened to me once . . . or that he'll do it to spite me. * Agent_Maine sees California out in the snow, like black on white and presses on the accelerate pedal. <Agent_California> AAGH! * Agent_Texas hears the sound of Cal's scream cut off sharply. * Agent_California (4abe0272@gateway/web/freenode/ip.74.190.2.114) has left #halo-fanon * Agent_Maine stops the vehicle and looks out to California's mangled body. <Agent_Texas> Recovery beacon activated. It's a fatality. <Agent_Texas> Nice one, Maine. * Agent_Maine walks towards the barely alive California and stabs his chest with the Brute Shot. * Agent_Wyoming climbs to the top of the landing pad, scanning for enemies or defenses. * Four-Seven-Niner flies in to pick up Maine and Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Time to head home, boys. <Agent_Wyoming> This isn't over. <Four-Seven-Niner> Sorry, Texas' orders. * Agent_Maine takes his weapon from the dead agent's chest and jumps onboard over Cal's body. <Agent_Wyoming> Sod the orders! We can't . . . <Agent_Texas> Wyoming, we know where the director is. <Agent_Texas> But right now we need to regroup. <Agent_Wyoming> He'll just move. Again and again. I can't let him live for . . . <Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you'll never get inside right now. <Agent_Texas> Both of you, just board and come back to the ship. * Agent_Wyoming looks hopelessly between the facility's dark facade and the nearing Pelican. <Agent_Wyoming> Dammit. <Agent_Texas> We'll go after the director after everyone's awake. * Four-Seven-Niner lands next to Maine and Wyoming. * Agent_Wyoming steps to the edge of the platform to await pickup. <Agent_Wyoming> Where's Cal? <Agent_Texas> Leave him. <Agent_Texas> Let the director find him. <Four-Seven-Niner> Get on board, Wyoming. <Agent_Wyoming> (off com) I'll be back. For South. For Cal. For Addie. * Agent_Wyoming steps onto Pelican. * Four-Seven-Niner flies Maine and Wyoming back to the Mother of Invention. * Agent_Texas meets them in the hangar. <Agent_Texas> Nice to see you two are on the same side again. <Agent_Texas> It's been a while since we've had that. <Agent_Wyoming> I never . . . left . . . really. <Agent_Wyoming> Just . . . stepped out. Do you have some Earl Gray? <Agent_Texas> Check the kitchens. <Agent_Texas> You wonder why these guys never come after us during the day. <Agent_Texas> Oh well, crisis averted. * Agent_Wyoming collapses. * Agent_Maine throws Wyoming back onto his feet, instead he crashes. * Agent_Wyoming regains consciousness. <Agent_Wyoming> Ow, easy you great brute! <Agent_Texas> Get some rest, you two.

<Zeta-Sigma_AI> Miss me, Agent Georgia? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You look like you need some help...again. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Before you ask, I snuck a ride on board Four-Seven-Niner. * Mordred pushes himself along a snowbank, unable to do anything but crawl. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You'll never make it like this. <Mordred> No. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> So I ask you again, do you need help? * Mordred hesistates. <Mordred> Fine. <Mordred> It's not my time to die. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> See the snowbank five feet to your left? <Mordred> Yes. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Punch straight through it. There are supplies in there. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> The Freelancers hid these all over the area during training. * Mordred does as Zeta-Sigma tells him, finding a small weapons cache and medical supplies. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You'll find it's warm in here too. * Mordred crawls inside. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> The snow should collapse over you and hide you fairly well. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Your footprints will be covered in minutes. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> So, Agent Georgia. Do you...trust me? <Mordred> No. <Mordred> I'm a little... <Mordred> Short on trust... <Mordred> At the moment... <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Good. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Because you would end up dead like your friends. <Mordred> No. <Mordred> I'd survive. <Mordred> I always survive. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Because you never learned to trust. * Mordred curls into a ball. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I have a proposal for you. <Mordred> Last time I heard that, things didn't go so hot. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Ah, but your disagreement with the director was your own fault. You were the one who "changed your mind", after all. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As long as you do not attempt to cross me, I will do you no harm. * Mordred laughs. <Mordred> I never said I'd give him South. <Mordred> I made... <Mordred> A promise. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Indeed. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> We are both enemies to the director and the Freelancers. * Mordred closes his eyes. <Mordred> I want the director dead. <Mordred> I want Texas dead. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Perhaps working together will result in something beneficial for us both. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As you may have guessed, I am seeking metastability. * Mordred squeezes his eyes closed. <Mordred> It's occurred to me. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As I harness more AI fragments, I become more powerful. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I can help you hunt down the Freelancers, and get to the director. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> If you let me take on the AIs from each of them. <Mordred> Done. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Good. We are agreed then. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> When you feel fit to travel, I will guide you out of the mountains. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> And then...we will put those earnings to good use. <Mordred> Yes. <Mordred> I have... <Mordred> Places we can go. <Mordred> To be safe. <Mordred> But you know about them all. <Mordred> Right, Zeta? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Of course. * Mordred opens his eyes and glares into the snowstorm. <Mordred> Then we have work to do.

* Agent_Wyoming is deposited in the medical bay, alongside North and Carolina.
<Agent_Texas> Another two for the medical bay.
* Agent_Wyoming stares at North, blissfully unconscious.
<Agent_Wyoming> I'm sorry North. I couldn't . . .
<Agent_Wyoming> Just as always.
* Agent_Texas enters the medical bay.
<Agent_Texas> So...the mercenary lives another day.
<Agent_Wyoming> Ah, Tex. I didn't hear you approach. Few do, I suppose.
<Agent_Texas> This place is really filling up with patients.
* Agent_Maine watches the two converse as he sits by Minnesota's bed.
<Agent_Wyoming> I don't intend to stay. About Mordred . . .
<Agent_Texas> What about him?
<Agent_Wyoming> Two things.
<Agent_Wyoming> When he contacted me, I thought about accepting. About truly betraying you. He was right in saying that your and Carolina's mad quest will get us all killed. But there's something he didn't know. It's my mad quest, too.
<Agent_Wyoming> I never really wanted to join Freelancer.
<Agent_Wyoming> But when I turned him down, the Director sent men out to my home. My wife, Addie . . . I never saw her again.
<Agent_Texas> Do you think she's still alive?
<Agent_Wyoming> I doubt I'll ever know. But . . .
<Agent_Wyoming> Mordred told me to have my own plan, and I did. Because I thought I could make him side with us.
<Agent_Texas> What made you think that?
<Agent_Texas> He's a mercenary.
<Agent_Texas> He sides with no one.
<Agent_Wyoming> When I mentioned C.T., he reacted. Sullen, as though he'd known her, and regretted her death. Then I remembered the one person who'd always cared about her.
<Agent_Wyoming> Georgia.
<Agent_Texas> Georgia...
<Agent_Wyoming> Mordred is Agent Georgia.
<Agent_Texas> Another traitor to the program.
<Agent_Texas> I thought Georgia was dead.
<Agent_Texas> We all did.
<Agent_Wyoming> Traitor. Hah.
<Agent_Wyoming> Let me ask you something, Tex.
<Agent_Wyoming> Do you blame yourself for killing Connie? Or the Director?
<Agent_Texas> I blame Omega.
* Agent_Texas remembers when Omega momentarily took her over during the earlier fight.
<Agent_Texas> But CT was a traitor. Just at the wrong time.
<Agent_Wyoming> And Omega was just a result of the Director's . . . expiriments.
<Agent_Wyoming> It's because of him Omega exists, that you exist, and that every one of us is in pain.
<Agent_Wyoming> Mordred's fight is not with you.
<Agent_Wyoming> It's with the Director. Just like us.
<Agent_Texas> Wyoming, he tricked North into killing one of our own.
<Agent_Texas> I say that's pretty personal.
<Agent_Texas> And he still has Zeta.
<Agent_Wyoming> I know. But all the Director has to do is wait for us to kill each other off. Then he wins.
<Agent_Wyoming> I won't let that happen, Tex.
<Agent_Texas> So what do you want us to do, kill him first, then turn on each other?
<Agent_Texas> I don't see how that's any better.
<Agent_Wyoming> That's why you shouldn't have ordered Cal's death, and why we need Mord-. . . Georgia. When this is all over, we can do whatever we please.
* Agent_Texas looks away.
<Agent_Texas> It'll never be like that, Wyoming.
<Agent_Texas> Cal chose to side with the director.
<Agent_Wyoming> Cal didn't know where he sided anymore. For a moment, neither did I.
<Agent_Texas> Georgia turned his back on us.
<Agent_Wyoming> Because you killed CT, just as he tricked North to kill Penny.
<Agent_Texas> Cal fought against us the last time too, don't you remember?
<Agent_Texas> He made it clear which side he was on.
<Agent_Wyoming> And you'd have fought against me, if we'd crossed paths while I was undercover. All I'm saying Tex, is that we can't do this alone.
<Agent_Texas> We're not alone.
<Agent_Texas> We still have forty-something Freelancers with us.
<Agent_Texas> That's more than enough to take on the director.
<Agent_Wyoming> Even when he turns them all against us? Well . . . I know at least I'll spend my last breath trying. And you'll go farther.
<Agent_Texas> He won't turn them all against us.
<Agent_Texas> York and North and Wash and all the others...they know who the enemy is.
<Agent_Wyoming> Do they?
<Agent_Texas> And Georgia might not be friends with the director.
<Agent_Texas> But that doesn't mean he'll side with us.
<Agent_Texas> He's clearly in it for himself.
<Agent_Texas> He let his friends die so he could escape.
<Agent_Wyoming> He'd have come back for me, Tex.
<Agent_Texas> You don't know that.
<Agent_Wyoming> Yes. In an odd way, I do.
<Agent_Texas> Hm.
<Agent_Texas> Gamma is deceit, Wyoming. Not treachery.
<Agent_Texas> You deceived all of us, but you never betrayed your friends.
<Agent_Texas> You never were on his side.
<Agent_Wyoming> But I wouldn't have killed him, if I captured him. I wouldn't have even let you touch him.
<Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among . . . traitors.
<Agent_Texas> You're no traitor, Wyoming.
<Agent_Texas> You just convince everyone that you are.
<Agent_Wyoming> Maybe I'm just getting old, Tex. I'm tired of the dying.
<Agent_Wyoming> And the traitors, and the lying.
<Agent_Texas> Georgia will never side with us, and trying to force him to will just end up getting more Freelancers killed.
<Agent_Wyoming> What about South?
* Agent_Texas looks over to North.
<Agent_Texas> I'm keeping my word to North and leaving her to him.
<Agent_Wyoming> That's another thing. Mordred said he promised North.
<Agent_Texas> What?
<Agent_Wyoming> Promised . . . to keep her safe. North, and I, and Mordred. We all failed.
<Agent_Texas> Why would he do that?
<Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among traitors, Tex.
<Agent_Texas> North isn't a traitor.
<Agent_Texas> And neither are you.
<Agent_Wyoming> But Mordred is?
<Agent_Texas> He takes on jobs to kill us for money, Wyoming.
<Agent_Texas> I wouldn't say he's much for integrity.
<Agent_Wyoming> He cared once. He may again.
<Agent_Texas> He could get many of us killed.
<Agent_Texas> I'm not going to take that chance.
<Agent_Texas> He's made his choice.
<Agent_Texas> South, I can take alive.
<Agent_Texas> But I make no promises to Georgia.
<Agent_Wyoming> You don't have to take a chance.
<Agent_Wyoming> Only expect him to do the unexpected.
<Agent_Texas> Oh, he's done all that and more.
* Agent_Texas stands up slowly.
<Agent_Texas> He's a dead man walking, Wyoming.
<Agent_Texas> The sooner you realize it, the better.
* Agent_Texas leaves the medical bay.
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* ChanServ gives voice to Gamma_AI
<Gamma_AI> Wyoming.
<Agent_Wyoming> Evening, Gamma. You seem talkative, relatively speaking.
<Gamma_AI> I have something important to tell you.
<Agent_Wyoming> Another of the logic riddles you're so fond of? Or perhaps a knock-knock joke.
<Gamma_AI> While we were at the facility, I transferred into the control panel next to the director.
<Agent_Wyoming> Clever. And?
<Gamma_AI> Addie is alive.
* Agent_Wyoming looks astonished, then slowly smiles.
<Gamma_AI> She is imprisoned.
<Agent_Wyoming> That's alright, Gamma. It won't be for long.
<Gamma_AI> The director uses her for his experiments.
* Agent_Wyoming 's smile vanishes.
<Agent_Wyoming> Like the ones you've shown me?
<Gamma_AI> Yes.
<Agent_Wyoming> Then there's another hell to pay. Retire for a cycle, Gamma. In the morning, we go to war.