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There had been a couple instances that Washington had been forced into hand to hand combat. It was something that he would much rather avoid since he was much better at fighting a distance than closer. That didn't mean he was particularly awful at it. But compared to those that had been better at it than him he knew when he didn't stand a chance when it came to dealing with a fight. If he was forced into a corner then he would just think of a way to get himself out of it with limiting casualties and also keeping his health in check at the same time. Having a suit of armor that was capable of taking the blows for him if he miscalculated a hit. As long as it wasn't the likes of a knife that could strike the areas of his suit that were nothing but the undersuit that he had. It was difficult to protect sometimes, but he had good enough reflexes just enough to keep himself alive. He had lost count on how many times he had gotten himself injured during Project Freelancer. He had been burned before, having shrapnel impale his stomach, have bullets shot through his shoulder, stomach, and several other areas.
Ribs broken because he had been too close to the likes of an explosion. The infirmary got plenty of time to get to know what he liked and what he didn't like. Just because they had doctors didn't mean that they were willing to deal with the likes of his bullshit and would make sure that he would do what was instructed of him and nothing else. He was too stubborn to kill. That was for damn sure. Either way, he knew the situation that he was in wasn't exactly ideal. Freelancers were finicky when it came to killing their former teammates. But once they made their mind up, they probably wouldn't hesitate to what happens to them. He remembered exactly how brutal the story had been when Carolina and Texas went against CT. Connie. He had no idea that the Freelancer had died from her wounds, and he hoped that she was still alive because she seemed the more down to Earth of the Freelancers. Less competitive compared to the rest, the most competitive being Carolina herself. He was pretty sure that Texas didn't really care about being at the top, and instead, she just was and that's how it was.
It was a rivalry that would lead to the downfall of the program. So this meant that there were outcomes to what was going to happen to him. She was going to break his arm. Which here, wouldn't be ideal because he wasn't sure if the animals here were capable of fixing bones. Did they even have any sort of medical techniques that he would even allow to be done to him? Probably not. The next option was that she could just knock him out and drag him somewhere. Although he did doubt that Imperia and Roy would allow something like that to happen in the territory of the outpost as this was technically their place. But Carolina had the wrong idea when it came to those that were around them. He didn't trust them. He didn't even remotely give them any hints of where he came from and what he was trying to do. Of course, if Church was going to give away the information that he was trying to keep classified they wouldn't really be capable of keeping things on hold now were they? Instead, he was using them because they were assets to him. He knew that when he was done here, he was probably going to have to burn everything to the ground as to not leave any trace that he was around here.
No one but Church and Caboose, who were simulation troopers, knew about Project Freelancer. Agent Washington completely refusing to talk about the project to those that would try and question what was going on in the end. However, the worst case scenario of this situation was for her to kill him. There was a gap between his throat and his armor. A place that would leave his throat open to attack while he was on his back. Which with the jutting pieces of armor that covered a good portion of his back made it somewhat difficult to roll over even if he was capable of doing so. Which he wasn't. The thought made him swallow the saliva that had been building in his mouth. He wasn't struggling against her hold, having done this hold before. Any movement would mean that she would tighten her grip, and too much struggling would mean that she would just break her arm or really try to kill him from there. Agent Carolina was thinking that he was a threat. Which he wasn't. At least not to her specifically. If he had run into Wyoming and South maybe he would be a threat, but he was a cat. An animal that didn't know about the powers that he had because they hadn't really shown themselves.
His size right now was basically just for show. She agreed with him. A misunderstanding. Although she could just be saying that so that she wouldn't be attacked. Not like it would really end up mattering because the leopard was capable of taking out full platoons herself without the help of the other Freelancers. He felt her grip relax slightly, but he made sure not to move his arm or any portions of his body other than his head. Since he constantly wore his helmet, biting an opponent was out of the question, so Carolina wouldn't have to worry about the smilodon trying to kill him with his incisors. Then came more questions, questions that he was quick to answer like any soldier being interrogated were. But he was in less of a panic now. Instead, he would sound almost as if he was giving a report to a commanding officer. Which Carolina was technically ranked higher than he was when it came to Freelancers. "No other Freelancers have been encountered other than you. I've scheduled countless patrols around this area to see if other's pop up but no others have appeared. My theory is that the explosion caused something to happen in the alien technology that we had on board. There are Simulation soldiers that seem to have suffered a similar fate that we did but from a different explosion. They didn't give me the full detail, but they are obviously from the red and blue bases. Their identifications are Church and Michael Caboose. Church has information he knows about Project Freelancers and even knew about Agent Texas. I'm not sure how he came across said information." Wash would talk about the simulation troopers.
Which probably wasn't all that great, and maybe he should have left them out just to basically spare their lives from the wrath of Carolina. He didn't have a whole lot of experience on dealing with them, and Church already didn't like him. Compared to Carolina though, he didn't know the Director's name. Instead, he only knew him as the Director and nothing else. He, of course, hated the director now that he had Epsilon's memories. Something that he had yet to bring it up with others. His jaw clenched though as he laid his head back down on the ground as she put more pressure on his arm. He, however, did feel her shiver through her hold from the cold that she was experiencing. He wanted to help, but he knew if he did she would just break his arm. She was debating on letting him up. "Got it, Boss." Washington said in a tensed tone, but it seemed like the attitude that he had during Project Freelancer was coming back slightly. He had no intention of moving around. She would have been free to ask questions to him before attacking him, but he understood her reaction. He had almost done the same. This time though Agent Washington did use the nickname that he only used on Agent Carolina."speech"
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