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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Several things had happened before Agent Washington's life had gone to shit and was flipped upside down. He remembered being in the infirmary after having an AI implanted in his head. An AI capable of helping out a soldier to be able to reach their full potential in the field. Being able to make calculations in the middle of a firefight to extreme precision. He had seen the way his other teammates had been once they were implanted with an AI and noticed that their skill had improved quite a bit. Especially with the technology that was actually available to the project. Sharing a computer in one's mind was certainly something that took getting used to. But once the transfer was complete, it meant that one would have a companion for the rest of their life. However, getting hand's on an AI was extremely difficult, as an AI was a copy of a human brain put into computer form. The AI was capable of having some form of human emotions, but after a while of being in service they would end up going into means of rampancy. Meaning that they would think themselves to death and deteriorate. Despite being one of the weakest of his teammates, at least what the list had told him that he was going to be on that damned leaderboard, the Freelancer was due after Agent Carolina had hers implanted and test. It wasn't the best time because, during the sparring with Agent Carolina versus Agent Texas, something happened that reduced everyone that had an AI into a crumpled mess of pain and agony on the ground. So, of course, he was going to be nervous when it was his turn, and he had been right to be afraid for what had happened next. The AI that was going to be implanted into his neural implant, an implant that went into his very spinal cord, something completely snapped. The AI's name was Episolon, and it was there that the AI attempted to kill itself inside of his head. Memories. Torture. The truth of the project. It was all there, and he screamed, trying to tear out the implant in his head. Having emotions going through his mind that weren't his own. He was restrained, but there were more concerns for the Program when alarms blared inside of the cheap. It began to shake while he was in the infirmary, and ultimately the ship crashed onto a planet. He was barely able to figure out what happened after that because whatever happened inside the core of the ship had done something to everyone that was in it. It took several minutes by the time everyone else arrived for the feline to stir. Even if it was just a twitch of one of his dark grey paws, it probably wouldn't make it past them. In his mind, this had been whatever happened after the crash. His hearing was deafened by his helmet slightly, and thanks to the fact that it wasn't powered on all the way, there was no way that he would be able to smell if there was anything different. It first started with the moving of his paw, which right now felt like a regular hand to him. He had to be back in the infirmary.

His head hurt like hell, not really surprising since it had been like that since Episolon was removed. Washington could hear voices in the back of his head, the sound of Allison as she talked to Church. He hated goodbyes. Finally, he made a noise, a groan escaping his jaws, making it evident to his pain. There were no external injuries from what could smell and see. The titanium alloy Mark 6 armor that he wore protecting him from the impact, along with the fact that he did have a couple of powers behind his belt. The Smilodon didn't say anything though, still figuring that he was on the ship and all personnel was scattered in different areas. Then the Freelancer really started to move, distributing the majority of his weight on his back legs. But for some reason, his anatomy didn't seem to like that and he stumbled to the side. Raising one of his forearms to try and catch himself on an examination table. A table that wasn't there and he collapsed back down onto the ground. You gotta be kidding. He shook his head, the helmet on his face still perfectly fine, and he finally opened his eyes. He was barely able to see, but what he did have was dim lights inside of his helmet that made it capable to see in the dim light. It was night time. There was dirt underneath him. He was outside. Wait what? He was supposed to be in a white room. Unless he got thrown outside of the ship. Agent Washington then started to look at himself, the fuck were those. Were those... paws?! He hadn't had to deal with wildlife in ages unless they were alien creatures. Agent Washington muttered a curse word under his breath. He knew nothing about animals. He was a soldier. He was a Freelancer. He was here to help humanity against the alien race while helping the organization. His head did finally snap in Suitheart's direction, once he heard a voice. His training kicking into gear despite everything that was happening and very confusing. The pain radiating through his body was certainly restricting what he was capable of doing. The Freelancer felt his jaw go slack when he saw that there was a cat. He, of course, knew about cats. He had cats back on Earth. He realized that the animal was looking at him, but realized that they weren't alone. There were two other cats that were staring at him. He was an animal. What the fuck was going on?! Adrenaline immediately pumped through his body as his arm moved as if to grab something that wasn't there. His battle rifle wasn't there. Agent Washington stepped back, flickers of electricity actually coming off of his body as he did so. "What the actual fuck?" Was all that was finally spoken. Where were his teammates? Where was the director? Where was Texas? Everyone?! His breathing rate had increased, which one could hear through the vents of his helment. "speech"

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