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Weapons were something that he could work with. Dealing with civilians and others were a bit difficult for Washington to deal with because he was out of practice for a very long time now. The only people that he had ever had to interact with the past couple of years had been the rest of his teammates. And they had certainly been an interesting group to interact with that was for sure, but that didn't mean that they treated each other like people all of the time. They were soldiers and were expected to act like such. Not all that difficult for Washington because he had fought in the Great War for a couple of years before being court-martialled by a higher officer for disobeying a direct order. While at the same time saving the life of his platoon. But it wasn't like the UNSC cared about something like that, and instead, they only cared about having soldiers that would willingly sacrifice their lives, even if their lives would have been sacrificed for nothing. Washington had his mother and sister to go back to, so he wasn't about to just die in a ditch where no one would remember him and all that would have been brought back would have been dog tags.
Washington had done what he believed was right and then he was forced to pay the price. It was because of his time in the military thought that Washington was able to acquire skills that he would then have to use in the future. Skills that helped him even to this day, although it was a little bit awkward to be a soldier in a place that didn't even know what soldiers were. Oh well. There were several different types of weapons that Washington was allowed to use over the years that he had been in the military. Which had been basically his entire life. Washington primary weapon during the Great War had been a Battle Rifle. A gun that had a scope on it and shot a three round burst. It wasn't exactly a sniper rifle but a couple headshots meant that whatever he was shooting usually dropped down to the ground. Except for those that had outer shields, which almost took a full clip to get rid of. There were probably better hard hitting guns, but Washington had been a marksman. Washington then had grenades that he could use during battle as well, constantly carrying two fo them when he went out on missions.
The military was limited in resources, so they couldn't afford to waste their ammunition or their explosives. He was a decent throw when it came to throwing grenades but he wasn't the best. At least he wasn't the type that would end up throwing a grenade and end up hitting his teammates by having it bounce back at them. He had once gotten hold of an alien grenade that was left down on the ground from an alien that he had shot. He took it and turns out those types of grenades were quite effective. As they stuck to anything that they touched, especially flesh. And whatever came into contact with the alien grenade was usually dead in a couple of seconds. Shields or not. During this time Washington wore the usual standard UNSC uniform, sporting bulletproof vest, helmet, and combat boots. The soldier also had regular gear, such as radio, biofoam if he got too hit and a medic couldn't get to him, and extra ammo. He also carried a second weapon, which usually consisted of the most recent pistol that came out of the production line. It was his second to last line of defense if an alien rushed him and he was forced to make a quick decision on what he was going to use to kill it.
His final last line of defense was the large knife that was attached to the small portion of his back. It was large and sharp enough to pierce through armor, and he was fairly skilled with throwing said knives accurately. It took a lot of practice before he was satisfied with how he threw them, and he was average during his time in the UNSC. It was only when he joined Project Freelancer that he got more toys and when he got better at throwing knives themselves. Washington was allowed to have Mark 6 armor, which was a large suit that protected him from several things and even deflected smaller bullets that were shot in his direction. It was also during this time that he was given Freelancer equipment like the rest of his teammates. Attached to his armor was an EMP charge, which allowed him to release an EMP in the field during a battle in a small radius. Because of the small radius, it had a short charge time, but it also meant that he usually had to be in the middle of everything to have it go off. Carolina had her speed boost, North had his bubble shield, Maine had the over shield, York had his healing unit, Texas had her invisibility, Wyoming with his time distortion unit, CT with the after image armor, and he was fairly certain that South didn't have any Freelancer equipment other than her armor. At least what he could remember.
This wasn't the best out of the best, but it fits what he mostly did when it came to battle. He still had his favorite Battle Rifle with him at all times and kept a knife on his back as well. He enjoyed working with knives when he was a human, and since not much had really changed it just meant that he liked knives even today. However, this place didn't exactly seem to have an abundance of knives at the ready for someone to take. He also wasn't sure if anyone was willing to give him a knife after everything that had happened with Carolina. Thanks to the schedule that Agent Washington had himself on though, the Freelancer didn't have all of the time in the world to see every new face that made themselves known. He had work to do after all. He also had to get to training and figure out how to fight in the new body that he had been in. Meaning that Washington didn't know about the arms dealer that had recently come to this place. If he had been there when everything had been down, Washington wouldn't have cared that the father hadn't been around. That wasn't his business after all, and he would probably feel like he was wasting his time rather than yell at the other male.
Washington had no intention of being a father, but he knew that he had been protective over at least his sisters when he was human. Which he wasn't even sure if they were alive anymore. He told himself just to let them go so that he wouldn't have to deal with the grief later on. Besides, Washington barely knew his own father, when his father had died in the War when he was really young. Did he miss his father? No. He didn't miss someone that he basically never knew and only heard stories about. The soldier was the type to quickly move on and not hold any feelings about the events that had happened in his past. That wasn't his job after all. The armored smilodon did his rounds during the afternoon. Probably wasn't the best in the summer heat but he would manage even if it was a bit uncomfortable. During his personal patrols, Washington kept track of his findings if he found anything and those that he encountered as well. The Freelancer had yet to find any sign of Carolina's armor or any sign of another Freelancer having crash-landed nearby. He wasn't about to go out of the Ascendants when he knew all the threats were there and he wasn't up to his fighting strength just yet.
Although his appearance was usually enough to intimidate anyone that he came across anyway. While he was walking along the border of the Ascendant's, the extinct animal saw a figure in the distance. Who was that? Since he wore a helmet on his head, it was almost impossible for him to track anything by scent or to really smell anything thanks to the filter that was attached. Washington didn't recognize who it was, but they obviously weren't a Freelancer. At least he was hoping that they weren't because if they were then it would make his life difficult. Agent Washington didn't vocalize his presence, although the sound of his armor rattling as he walked probably would have been enough to alert the animal that he was approaching. It was a wolf. Or what looked like a wolf. It had metal parts that had replaced the original flesh parts. It reminded him of the mission that they took against the insurrectionists in which one of them had a robotic arm.
The signs of robotics weren't strange to Washington. Everything else about this place was confusing to him though. Washington came to a stop five feet away from the lupine. His eyes looking at all the different types of knives that he had around him. "Those are some nice qualities knives you have there." With the way the Freelancer was speaking it was obvious that he was wanting one. Washington would like an extra round of defense that he was used to using. Were they even for sale though or was this some guy's hobby? "Any chance I could procure one?" The soldier questioned. If the other wasn't going to give him a knife, he could think of something else or just threaten the smaller male. He went through all the different potential options in his head as he waited for the other's response. "speech"
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