Annual patrols. That was something that he had planned out for himself for the past week, and it seemed like the schedule that he had was somewhat doable. Almost. He was only ever giving himself 2 hours of sleep a night so that he could continue to work on turning himself back into a human. There were two other's that were struggling with the same thing that he was. He didn't want to stay an animal forever because if he did it would just mean that his life would basically be over and that there would be nothing he could do to get away from it. The Director always found different ways. Hell, the Director could have possibly been near the explosion of the ship that had sent him here. He could have suffered the same fate. Although he would have much rather preferred the guy to be dead at this point for having stabbed him in the back. What did the Director think was going to happen to lie to 50 different super soldiers? They were bound to find out and come after him, but the bastard was certainly resourceful in that regard. Almost like a cockroach that wasn't going to die anytime soon. He guessed that's also what other's thought of him too. Thinking that he could constantly bounce back from the worse of the injuries that he got during the program that he had been in. Because of the massive size of the explosion that it should have been, Agent Washington that there might be other's that had suffered the same fate as him. He was still getting used to the damn fact that he was indeed back on Earth somehow. He had always thought about visiting the human homeworld himself when he was able to get time off. This isn't how exactly he wanted to spend it, inside of the body of an animal that was for certain. He didn't have a whole lot of experience when it came to be the level of a civilian. Which was what he was basically dealing with on a constant level. It was somewhat annoying having to convert his military terms into something that they could understand, and half the times they didn't even know what half of the stuff he knew as a human were. It was nothing against them really. They were just animals. He was just quick to frustrate with the lack of sleep and really anything else. Hence why he had given him a schedule to constantly keep up with so that he would always have something to do. He hadn't checked up on the simulation soldiers recently, but it wasn't like it really mattered to him all that much. They could take care of themselves, at least he hoped they were. He wasn't going to be their babysitter when he had a job to do.

The armored smilodon was walking along the border of the outpost, as it seemed like others like him fell into that general area and went to the first place that was populated. He did hear that there were other outposts that were run by different people around here, which he may have to investigate himself. He doubted that those groups would be as considerate as this group though. But Washington believed that he could move around whenever the hell he wanted and be able to take on said challenges. His armored protected him, but he still had no skill when it came to fighting basically as a lion. And his hallucinations were getting worse. Something that he wasn't saying to anyone because he didn't want to be perceived as weak or give any information out about Project Freelancer. The large male was walking through the trees, his head lowered slightly as pain vibrated directly behind his eyes. The area where his neural implant had been was starting to burn at the memories. Causing him to stop for a second and shake his head with a growl as if he was trying to drive the pain away somehow. It was during this time that he heard voices in front of him. With a helmet he constantly wore on his face, it was basically impossible to take in scents around him. Washington blinked his tired golden eyes as he made his way over. He was one of the larger animals that currently resided in this place. Although he didn't consider himself to be one of them. He was just using their resources so that eventually he could make his way back with everyone else. The smilodon came to a stop to the left side of the group, keeping a five-foot distance between him and everyone else. His golden visor was directed toward the male that was being addressed and asked for his identification. The soldier shifted his dark grey paws as he forced his mind to work. He wasn't someone that was going to be nice just out of consideration. He didn't trust any of those that lived in this outpost after all. This guy didn't seem to be someone where he was from, but he might as well introduce himself in case the guy turned out to be someone important that he wasn't able to catch immediately. "Agent Washington." Was all that the Freelancer would offer to him. If the other didn't say anything, Agent Washington would most likely walk off and continue his narrowed patrols despite the lack of sleep. At least he wasn't starving as well, which he had been only a couple days ago. "speech"

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One thing that Washington had come to notice that others were able to immediately tell that he was different than everyone else. He guessed that anyone having armor wasn't all that much of a common occurrence in a place like this. Which was strange in itself considering that he had seen a couple pretty strange things in his life for a while now. It was confusing to him to what these guys considered to be normal and what they considered to be a rare scene to be played in front of them. No one even seemed to have reacted to a giant dog cat chicken thing that had joined the group not too long ago. At least he thought that they had joined them but still. Washington didn't think they would let something that big, as big as basically a mantis droid, into their outpost. They didn't even bother to question the other to make sure that he wasn't going to try and eat them all whenever he wanted. Which in itself he would think would be pretty important to make sure before they were all devoured by the end of everything.

Washington was used to following the protocols that were given toward them and he didn't believe in betraying them either. He was a soldier, and other's immediately seemed to be able to tell that just from looking at him. That spoke volumes because it meant that they had to deal with someone like him before if they even knew what he likes of a military was. They were animals after all, and he wasn't even sure how to describe the operations that they were running here. The Freelancer just went along with whatever happened and constantly kept to himself. Not revealing too much and not revealing too little. Just enough to satisfy those that were curious about who he was and what was going on. It made life easier that was for damn sure as the other's seemed to believe everything that he said. Washington used to be like that during the early times of Project Freelancer where he was gullible enough to basically believe in whatever everyone was saying to him.

Because of that, there were several instances that his teammates would make fun of him. Something that Washington was fine with because it didn't exactly bother him as long as whatever they told him didn't lead to some sort of injury. It usually didn't, but when it came to their group, as small injury was basically nothing to the point where it could be played off as a joke. But an injury such as losing an eye like York had done? That wasn't a joke, and Washington had been sure that they were going to be punished for it but they didn't. Something that had shocked him for certain, but that was in the past now. That had probably been where everything just started to go to hell. He should have expected it, but he was naiive despite being in the military for so long. Washington still held that demeanor with him wherever he went, and sometimes it was enough to be offputting and have other's avoid him. That was fine because he didn't have time to really waste on others that just wanted to have useless conversations with him. He also didn't mind being alone with his thoughts so that he could figure out a way to being human again.

That's all he wanted and if anyone tried to get in his way he wasn't going to show mercy. He wasn't the rookie anymore. At least, he didn't feel like how he had been. He couldn't trust anyone anymore, not when his back was still fresh from being stabbed by the one place that he had truly trusted for a large majority of his life. Only to figure out that what they were doing wasn't helping humans at all, instead, it was only the Director helping himself and leaving the Freelancers under his command confused about what they were doing and if they were murderers for the right cause. He wasn't innocent. Far from it. He hadn't exactly killed innocent people. There were never innocents in war. Agent Washington had gotten used to the reactions that he had been getting when he was approaching others. He knew that his size was large, as he was the second largest in this outpost at the moment, but he hadn't really meant to look intimidating. He guessed that his Mark 6 armor was the main object that intimidated others so much, something that he wasn't willing to take off or change. No one even knew what his face even looked like, and he was going to keep it that way.

The only way to tell that he was even a smilodon at his size would be to look at the way his body was built. His front legs a little bit longer than his back legs and the shortened tails. The signature long incisors that a smilodon would have did not poke out of the bottom of his helmet as they had been broken. How? He didn't know. The first time he actually took time to look at his face that was the first thing that he noticed. Agent Washington remained calm taking in the dog's reaction. He actually knew that breed. They were common house dogs, like a border collie or a golden retriever. However, the Freelancer didn't offer any solace to the other's fear. Not like he could smell it either thanks to the helmet that he wore that filtered out any scents. A standard for a helmet like the one that he had so he could walk around in the air that was poisoned and not have it affect him thanks to the filters. When the other started to address him, a small grin would spread across his face.

It was almost weird to be addressed with 'Sir' after everything. He was used to being regarded as the lowest of the group that he had once belonged to. "Just Agent Washington is fine." The Freelancer would say calmly. He could see him in the paws of the other, having met Carolina and the other top Freelancers before. He had the same issue with talking to those that were either higher ranked or someone that was in charge of something. A habit that he was quick to fix being the rookie. At the mention of the other being military, the smilodon would shrug his armored shoulders. "Something like that." The soldier would say basically stating that he was indeed from the military. Just hearing the other talking about the military though, did the other know about something like that? Was this guy a former human like he was? The name didn't sound like a human name, but neither was his. He did have a human name, but he refused to introduce himself as such. "You have experience with military personnel?" Agent Washington would question calmly, trying to gather as much intel as he could about those that were living around her. Certainly difficult thanks to his lack of social skills now. "speech"