07-05-2018, 04:40 PM
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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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