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There were several instances where some may not see Washington for a couple of days. Some could say that would end up being completely normal as he was working constantly and never seemed to stop and rest when it was really needed. The Freelancer had no reason just to sit around waiting for something to happen. There were still threats that were at large and he didn't know where the bastard was. Carolina was a serval now, and then there was the issue with Agent Texas. So, in order to avoid all of them he had started his own schedule for the patrols that he usually went on and timed them correctly. Every soldier had a schedule that they were following, and it didn't take Washington all that long to figure out what everyone's else was. They would leave maybe an hour of downtime which meant that they could be anywhere during that hour. The time that he had to be most careful. Not having slept in the past two days just meant that it was going to make him more snappy and also more exhausted than he had ever been. He was mentally broken right now, and the last thing that he wanted to do was to get angry or to have an episode right in front of them.

He refused to show weakness to the likes of a bunch of animals and wasn't prepared to show that he wasn't 'capable of fighting back with his broken leg. Indeed, a lot had happened since he had met Cass, such as his arm being broken, Carolina dying, and several other instances that confused him. It still shocked him that these animals were capable of coming back to life and that frustrated him even more. It was as if this world was treating death like it was just another do-over that Washington refused to believe. He didn't want that to happen to him and he knew that if he died here that would probably be the end of him. The Freelancer didn't want to die until he could complete his mission, and he was going to complete his mission no matter who got in his way. So far though, he had yet to attack anyone for interrupting or upsetting him. They hadn't given him a reason to just yet, but if they did then he would most certainly end up killing someone in a seconds notice. The armored smilodon was coming back from his daily patrols, meaning that the sun was going to start setting soon. He rarely ever came to the observatory unless he needed more food rations and would go to his rooms.

Avoiding his problems probably wasn't the best strategy but he didn't give a damn. He could do whatever the hell he wanted and no one was going to stop him. He craned his neck to the side as the sound of his metal armor rattling gave an idea of where exactly he was. The Freelancer flicked his ears inside of his helmet when he heard a familiar voice. He made sure to memorize the looks and appearances and voices of those that he had met. It was easier this way instead of looking like an idiot when he didn't end up knowing someone. Washington was beyond physically exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open. Still, he turned his head in the canines direction, and debated whether or not sitting for a second wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Most of what he did was kept secret, so one could say that he didn't work all day because they didn't see him working. But no one had seen him resting yet either. The armored smilodon made his way over, having his broken left arm slightly raised in its splint so he didn't put pressure on it. The former human sat himself a little bit of a distance away from the two fo them before speaking. [b]"Agent Washington if you forgot." He doubted the other could forget the likes of him. He was one of the two that actually had a decently set of armor. Church had armor, but he only had his helmet and wasn't going to protect him from much.