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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Washington still had little to no idea what had even happened that day. He, of course, remembers getting his arm basically snapped in half, and then Carolina getting severely injured before ultimately dying from her wounds. The Freelancer knew he was to blame for that part, but what he didn't understand was why Maine had done it. He had no idea why the other, one who he considered to once be his family and even friend, would try and immediately kill him. It seemed like not everyone knew the truth of Project Freelancer or what was going on inside behind their backs. Did Maine know and then realize that Washington could potentially be a threat to the program and that's why he was attacked? Was he actually working with Project Freelancer to try and get their gear back? It was by means following all the protocol that they had been given and what they had done to try and get CT's armor during the raid against the insurrectionists. It made sense as to why him and Carolina would end up being a target in the first place. It was frustrating because no matter how much he thought about it, he didn't know why Church was captured except for a couple thoughts that had recently come up to him.
There was a chance that the other recognized him as being a simulation trooper based on the blue helmet alone, and thought that he could be used a hostage to get to both Washington and Carolina. But to Washington, Church wasn't all that much of an asset that needed to be protected. He was a simulation trooper and only that. There would be no leverage as they were more likely after Maine himself and not Church anyway after being attacked. Something that Maine should have considered when they had attacked him. Washington didn't care if Church died, not in the slightest, but he didn't care if anyone died around him anymore. The hallucinations that had sparked up inside of his head making him realize that he couldn't trust anyone. The trust having been ripped from him as soon as he had landed in the damned outpost. Sure, things had calmed down from their group and the outpost, but there was so much more to be done that needed fixing. They still needed to figure out a damn way out of here. But there was a smaller thought, of whether or not Maine had stolen Church because he knew him. Agent Texas knew Church somehow, and he wasn't exactly sure how but hey did.
That meant that the other had some connection with Project Freelancer and potentially have confidential information that Maine either wanted or couldn't let get out to the public. Which the animals that lived here learning about what they really were wasn't all that much of an issue, but still something that Washington wasn't willing to give out information about it. Habits were habits after all. They didn't have a choice to not follow Maine when the other ran off with the canine. There was nothing they could do to try and catch him, Carolina could barely stand and the same was for Washington. Then Carolina ended up dying from the wounds that she had gotten, and he knew it was his fault that he didn't react quickly enough to seeing Maine. He knew now that this wasn't the same man that he knew during the Project, and wasn't going to hesitate this time. Was he willing to kill Maine? Probably. The other was a threat and if he wasn't working with Project Freelancer it meant the other was AWOL. Soldiers that were given that title usually didn't live long enough to be known for it. It was basically their job to hunt down someone that was a threat, and almost as an act of revenge for nearly killing him. A moment in where Maine could have snapped his neck if he hadn't gotten out of the other's grip echoed in his head.
The other Freelancer was going to kill him. Two could play at that game. When Washington had asked him what had happened to him, the other had said that he just had a facade. Well, it wasn't Maine that said it, but instead Sigma. The bastard. He had never liked that AI, and since the other had managed to make it to this world, it just meant that there were other AI's that could make it as well. Carolina had said that Maine had taken out her AI's after the crash and before the explosion of the Mother of Invention. It didn't sound like it was true, and that had been the one reason why Washington had hesitated. But with someone that had three AI's and were physically capable of handling them? That was dangerous. More dangerous than any of these outposts that were put together that were a form of concern. They also couldn't let the likes of them get hold of an AI fragment and needed to retrieve them, or destroy them. One of the two. In Washington's mind, it would be easier to destroy them, objective denial. Scouring the surroundings area had been a pain in the ass. They had spread out to see if they could figure out exactly where Maine had ended up going and it was incredibly difficult. Washington had overheard Roy complaining that the scent that was attached to Maine was Tanglewood. Did he know where that was at?
Of course, he didn't. So he asked around and was able to get directions where they would be going. Luckily for him, his leg had been healed, and Carolina was alive. Although, she was in a smaller body now so if they did come across him it was going to be a bit of a challenge. He was just smaller than Maine and it was two against one. And this time they would be trying to kill him and Washington would make sure not to get seriously injured. He couldn't use scents to track anyone down, and looking at the state of Tanglewood he was glad to see that his mask had filters on them. This place looked awful. Washington was glad that he didn't live in this place. He had his armor on, and his body was already tense in case Maine had set up an ambush anywhere nearby. Washington didn't seem all that bothered to be walking through some of the muddied portions of the territory, as he could clean himself off later. It was in the distance though, he saw a flash of bright blue. It was very small, and it made him stop in his tracks. Was that Maine or someone else that they didn't know? He couldn't tell from this distance, and he lowered his head and crouched his body lower to the ground. He was thankful that the majority of the place was dark and that his armor could help him blend in just a little bit.
It was then that after a couple minutes and peaking from behind a nearby tree, that he was able to see that it was indeed Church. The simulation trooper obviously injured and exhausted. Washington didn't immediately approach him though, and he looked around in the trees waiting to see if it was some sort of ambush. It was a regular tactic after all to used an injured individual to lure someone close. From where he was though, he couldn't tell there was an ambush and doubted that Maine would be up in a tree with how large he was. Coming out from behind the tree, Washington would trot in Church's direction. [b]"Church!" Washington called out toward the injured border collie, before coming to a stop next to the Simulation trooper. His head on a swivel as he needed to make sure the area was secure for the time being. "Carolina!" Washington called out over his shoulder. They had made sure that when they split up that they would be within earshot so that they could call for one another. He had yet to get the radio's up and running. His helmet covered head turned to look at Church though. "Church where is he? Why did he take you?" Washington questioned as he turned his body in the direction that Church probably came from. Had the other managed to escape? If that was the case, the other had earned a little bit of respect from the Freelancer to manage to get away from someone that had two AI's. The scar on the back of his neck began to burn being so close to the border collie, and he certainly hadn't missed that feeling while the other was gone and all of them were recovering.
howieThere was a chance that the other recognized him as being a simulation trooper based on the blue helmet alone, and thought that he could be used a hostage to get to both Washington and Carolina. But to Washington, Church wasn't all that much of an asset that needed to be protected. He was a simulation trooper and only that. There would be no leverage as they were more likely after Maine himself and not Church anyway after being attacked. Something that Maine should have considered when they had attacked him. Washington didn't care if Church died, not in the slightest, but he didn't care if anyone died around him anymore. The hallucinations that had sparked up inside of his head making him realize that he couldn't trust anyone. The trust having been ripped from him as soon as he had landed in the damned outpost. Sure, things had calmed down from their group and the outpost, but there was so much more to be done that needed fixing. They still needed to figure out a damn way out of here. But there was a smaller thought, of whether or not Maine had stolen Church because he knew him. Agent Texas knew Church somehow, and he wasn't exactly sure how but hey did.
That meant that the other had some connection with Project Freelancer and potentially have confidential information that Maine either wanted or couldn't let get out to the public. Which the animals that lived here learning about what they really were wasn't all that much of an issue, but still something that Washington wasn't willing to give out information about it. Habits were habits after all. They didn't have a choice to not follow Maine when the other ran off with the canine. There was nothing they could do to try and catch him, Carolina could barely stand and the same was for Washington. Then Carolina ended up dying from the wounds that she had gotten, and he knew it was his fault that he didn't react quickly enough to seeing Maine. He knew now that this wasn't the same man that he knew during the Project, and wasn't going to hesitate this time. Was he willing to kill Maine? Probably. The other was a threat and if he wasn't working with Project Freelancer it meant the other was AWOL. Soldiers that were given that title usually didn't live long enough to be known for it. It was basically their job to hunt down someone that was a threat, and almost as an act of revenge for nearly killing him. A moment in where Maine could have snapped his neck if he hadn't gotten out of the other's grip echoed in his head.
The other Freelancer was going to kill him. Two could play at that game. When Washington had asked him what had happened to him, the other had said that he just had a facade. Well, it wasn't Maine that said it, but instead Sigma. The bastard. He had never liked that AI, and since the other had managed to make it to this world, it just meant that there were other AI's that could make it as well. Carolina had said that Maine had taken out her AI's after the crash and before the explosion of the Mother of Invention. It didn't sound like it was true, and that had been the one reason why Washington had hesitated. But with someone that had three AI's and were physically capable of handling them? That was dangerous. More dangerous than any of these outposts that were put together that were a form of concern. They also couldn't let the likes of them get hold of an AI fragment and needed to retrieve them, or destroy them. One of the two. In Washington's mind, it would be easier to destroy them, objective denial. Scouring the surroundings area had been a pain in the ass. They had spread out to see if they could figure out exactly where Maine had ended up going and it was incredibly difficult. Washington had overheard Roy complaining that the scent that was attached to Maine was Tanglewood. Did he know where that was at?
Of course, he didn't. So he asked around and was able to get directions where they would be going. Luckily for him, his leg had been healed, and Carolina was alive. Although, she was in a smaller body now so if they did come across him it was going to be a bit of a challenge. He was just smaller than Maine and it was two against one. And this time they would be trying to kill him and Washington would make sure not to get seriously injured. He couldn't use scents to track anyone down, and looking at the state of Tanglewood he was glad to see that his mask had filters on them. This place looked awful. Washington was glad that he didn't live in this place. He had his armor on, and his body was already tense in case Maine had set up an ambush anywhere nearby. Washington didn't seem all that bothered to be walking through some of the muddied portions of the territory, as he could clean himself off later. It was in the distance though, he saw a flash of bright blue. It was very small, and it made him stop in his tracks. Was that Maine or someone else that they didn't know? He couldn't tell from this distance, and he lowered his head and crouched his body lower to the ground. He was thankful that the majority of the place was dark and that his armor could help him blend in just a little bit.
It was then that after a couple minutes and peaking from behind a nearby tree, that he was able to see that it was indeed Church. The simulation trooper obviously injured and exhausted. Washington didn't immediately approach him though, and he looked around in the trees waiting to see if it was some sort of ambush. It was a regular tactic after all to used an injured individual to lure someone close. From where he was though, he couldn't tell there was an ambush and doubted that Maine would be up in a tree with how large he was. Coming out from behind the tree, Washington would trot in Church's direction. [b]"Church!" Washington called out toward the injured border collie, before coming to a stop next to the Simulation trooper. His head on a swivel as he needed to make sure the area was secure for the time being. "Carolina!" Washington called out over his shoulder. They had made sure that when they split up that they would be within earshot so that they could call for one another. He had yet to get the radio's up and running. His helmet covered head turned to look at Church though. "Church where is he? Why did he take you?" Washington questioned as he turned his body in the direction that Church probably came from. Had the other managed to escape? If that was the case, the other had earned a little bit of respect from the Freelancer to manage to get away from someone that had two AI's. The scar on the back of his neck began to burn being so close to the border collie, and he certainly hadn't missed that feeling while the other was gone and all of them were recovering.
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