07-15-2018, 03:37 AM
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They were going to kill each other. The group that thought that they would fighting by each other's side until one of them ended up dying in battle. They thought that they would go through with each other until the very end, and that had been one of the things that Washington had hoped being the rookie. He had been waiting for an opportunity like Project Freelancer actually be able to make a difference in the war that was actually going on. The War that the Freelancer barely took part in, which had been the immediate concern after around a year of serving the program when they hadn't fought an alien in that same span of time. There had to be something else that he was missing right? He had completely missed the betrayal that was happening right under his nose, but everyone else that had been better and stronger than him had missed it as well. It was only when Washington realized what the Director was trying to do with all of them.
What the end goal truly was, that he knew what was going to end up happening to all them. He knew that as long as there was no one keeping the Freelancer's under control there was nothing that could really be done. Of course one could send an entire army against hem, and if they were well trained enough they stood a chance. If they weren't though, then said army was due to die in a matter of seconds depending on who they were going against. Washington hadn't been given enough time to make a decision on what side that he was going to end up being on. Everyone had picked their own sides and he had been left listening to the hallucinations that were not his own and barely grasping reality during that time as well. He didn't know which side any Freelancer had ended up choosing, and that made everyone a threat because they wouldn't be able to trust one another.
They could simply kill one another because of past grudges or to get one last threat off of the playing field. It was a simple tactic and strategy to take out all threats so that in case if they were paid to do anything that they wouldn't end up coming after them. Freelancers had to make a living somehow, and taking jobs would have been one of those, although he doubted any of them would become the likes of mercenaries. It would be unknown to Washington that all those that he knew would end up dying and he would be the majority of their deaths, or at least the Director would be more responsible for said deaths. If the Director had simply been honest with what he was doing and he hadn't tortured someone to the point where there was basically nothing left of their mind and they couldn't remember anyone that they encountered, then maybe everything would have changed for the better.
If the war had never started, their lives would have never gotten to this point, his father would still be alive, Carolina would have a loving family and they would have gone off to live some sort of generic life. Would he have been satisfied with that kind of lifestyle? Washington would never know. Washington wanted to believe that they could all get along. Yet he knew that he may even be one of the reasons why he wouldn't be able to get along with any of those that he encountered. He lacked the ability to trust anymore. He never thought that he was going to trust someone again, not even another Freelancer. Washington hadn't been sure how Carolina ended up getting attacked by Maine, at least the way her story had ended up going. How had she had been in such a weakened state that someone that wasn't even on the leaderboard could attack someone like that? Washington had technically been ranked higher than Maine was, although Maine was just always directly below him. He was pretty sure the man had no intention of climbing up the board. He was a soldier.
He was there to do the work that was intended no matter how gruesome it was. He would obey orders, but at the same time he may go against protocol if situations got too heated. Such as the situation in the training area when he threw a grenade trying to hit Texas after losing over and over again only to make York lose an eye in the process. They were fighters, and they held no ill will against each other. He wanted both of them to be punished, but just because they were friends didn't mean that they had to agree with everything that their friend did. There were going to be disagreements. The one thing that Washington hadn't expected was for so many to end up coming up next to him to be able to address Maine and why he was here. Washington knew that answer, but maybe there was a possibility that he returned back to normal after dealing with the explosion of the Mother of Invention. it wasn't just Maine that Washington was just concerned about.
If Maine had his AI's it would become an issue for Washington because the hellhound would be able to run armor enhancements that he wouldn't be able to do himself. His eyes darted in his visor as he looked at Playerone that was tensed next to him before Suiteheart came onto the scene followed by Thea, the female wanting to try and pick a fight with the likes of the Freelancer. Washington could feel his throat tightening and the anxiety that was building up in his body. This wasn't going to end well. Anything with Freelancers never did. He addressed Suiteheart first. "Suiteheart I would appreciate the offer of taking everyone away from here. This is Agent Maine." The name should sound familiar to the vampire, and if it didn't, the Agent in front of the name should tell her that this wasn't going to end up well. When Thea wanted to try and fight Maine just frustrated Washington even more to the point of growling at the current situation. The Freelancer had turned his head to address the other leopard his jaw opening, but before he could really say anything, Agent Maine was rushing at him. Caboose was also there, although he didn't have all that much worry about the simulation trooper. He wondered if the other was even concerned, as Washington wasn't exactly used to anyone being concerned about his physical health and whether or not he was about to fight. As long as Caboose didn't try to join in the fight, he was fairly certain that the golden retriever would live, and he would make certain of it. The Freelancers weren't the only ones that were used after all by the program. A simulation trooper didn't deserve to die to a Freelancer.
This was the worst case scenario. If he was being attacked, that meant that there was something wrong with Agent Maine, or whatever he had ended up becoming. Where was Sigma? What made it even worse was that Carolina wasn't even here and he didn't want to admit that he was going to need the other's help to fight his former friend. "M-" Was all that sounded out of Washington's mouth as he was tackled onto the ground. His body rolled over a couple of times, and thanks to his larger side he wasn't used to moving so slow anymore. Blow after blow happened, and finally, he felt one of his arms were trapped while he was on his side. The armored smilodon tried to move his body upward so that he could get his arm free. Even in animal form, Washington knew what the maneuver was, and that if he didn't get out of it soon that he arm was going to be broken. He wasn't quick enough to try and release the pressure in his arm, and the audible snap could be heard even through the armor. His left arm could no longer be used as the bone was snapped, although it wasn't an external fracture as his bone remained in his flesh.
The adrenaline of fear of his potential death flashed through the former rookie's eyes. This had once been the man that he went on missions together. Killed for. They all had. This was one of the first fights in this area where this actually mattered, compared to when Carolina had attacked him in a similar way, but this time his arm was actually broken this time instead of just restrained. A wheeze would escape his jaws as he tried to ripple through the pain that was clouding his actions and his thoughts. He could deal with pain. He had bones shattered before in battle and had almost his entire side ripped through at the same time. He could deal with pain, although it would only take a couple minutes for the actual idea that his arm was actually broken to reach his head. Almost as if the nerves were lagging behind exactly what he was going through which happened to some injured victims in dire situations that had adrenaline blocking nerve endings so that their bodies can function past the pain.
Maine continued to move toward his head though, and now he was either going to have to react or listen to his own neck break and he would be killed. As soon as he felt the paws on his head, Washington turned his head slightly and reared up using his back legs, where he would then aim to slam the back of his helmet at the very bottom of Agent Maine's helmet, attempting to hit him right where his chin would have been in order to try and let him go. If that worked Washington would roll away, before standing up already panting heavily and his left arm hanging limply at his side. If that didn't work, then he would still try to struggle out of the other's hold by any means necessary. Standing on three legs was difficult, but if Maine wanted to get into close combat that could be something he could deal with. His expressions were hidden with his helmet on, and a snarl would rip through his mouth, almost animalistic. Threatening. Trying to scare the larger animal anyway. With a broken leg now, there was no way he would be able to get away from Maine since he had all working limbs. Hopefully, everyone would see the situation and actually end up leaving instead of trying to get into a fight that would probably get them killed. "speech"
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