At the facility, Epsilon and Caboose wander around the halls.

F.I.L.S.S: Please watch your step. Director, since you have a new visitor with you today, would you like me to run the tutorial program?

Caboose: Yes, always run that. No seriously you need to run that. No it's, really you need to, you need to turn that-

Epsilon: Yeah, okay, shut up dude. Yes, please run the tutorial program.

Caboose: Oh, thank God.

A chime sounds out throughout the facility and F.I.L.S.S.'s voice echoes.

F.I.L.S.S: Hello, and welcome to the Freelancer Off-site Storage Facility. Project Freelancer is a state of the art scientific endeavour, with one goal in mind: to ensure the security of humanity in a harsh and violent Galaxy. This bunker has been constructed to guarantee the continued operation of our program, in the event of a primary facility loss. This storage area archives all the components of our Freelancer simulation bases. These outposts test our agents in realistic training scenarios.

Caboose: Yeah, we're on the Blue Team!

F.I.L.S.S: I am sorry, I do not recognize that term. Our simulation outposts are categorized into Red, and [entry missing]. Hmm, it seems as though I have a corrupted database. I will correct that when I have more time.

Caboose: Uheh- there's our old stuff! And there's a teleporter! Man, Tucker hates those.

Epsilon: Don't interrupt. Come on. This way.

F.I.L.S.S: When the equipment is not being used, it is stored here until it can be repurposed for- oh. I guess we are moving on.

Epsilon and Caboose come to a door at the end of a hallway.

Caboose: Well, what's this?

F.I.L.S.S: I am sorry, this area is restricted. Only the Director himself may access this entry. I am sure you understand. The nature of our experiments is such that-

Epsilon: Open it.

F.I.L.S.S: Excuse me, Director?

Epsilon: I want you to open it.

F.I.L.S.S: Are you certain Director? You never bring visitors into this-

Epsilon: I said, open it.

F.I.L.S.S: Alright. Unlocking.

The door unlocks and opens.

F.I.L.S.S: Would you like me to archive your ...personal project?

Epsilon: No. Let's see everything.

F.I.L.S.S: If you say so, Director.

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Outside the facility, the Reds were looking at where Epsilon and Caboose had entered.

Sarge: Simmons, what's the status report?

Simmons: Gumball McJones and Caboose just went into that door.

Grif: What door? All I see is a wall.

Simmons: It's a secret door?

Sarge: Simmons, what did I tell you about using Dungeons and Dragons references in combat situations?

Simmons: (sigh) Sorry Sir. It's a concealed door.

Sarge: That's better.

Grif: How did they open it?

Simmons: They talked to that computer. They got it to open the door by posing as members of Project Freelancer. If we pose as agents, it'll probably let us in too.

Grif: Aren't agents like tough, and good at things?

Simmons: We all just pick a State name and call ourselves by that. You know, like Agent Washington. Grif, name a State.

Grif: What is this, a pop quiz? Uuh, let's see, uh the Manhattan. No? Uhh, Europe.

Simmons: Wow. Really?

Grif: Pacific Ocean?

Simmons: Stop guessing. Just be Agent Alaska. How 'bout you Sarge?

Sarge: I'll be Secret Agent Double Ohio. License to be tall in the middle, and round on both ends.

Simmons: And I'll be Agent Denial. Yehehit's, because a state of denial, like the saying? You know, it's like a, I was, you know, the whole State/state thing? You know it's a, joke.

Grif: No dude, jokes are funny.

Simmons: Hhh, let's just go.

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In the desert, Washington leads the Meta, who's dragging the cement wall having Doc still stuck inside.

Washington: The recovery beacon leads here. It's weak, but I can still pick it up. ...Here. Meta, dig.

The Meta growls at Washington.

Washington: Hey, I'm not gonna argue with you about this. You want a chance at that A.I.? I track, you dig. Otherwise, you can wander the desert by yourself, and see if you find him on your own.

The Meta grunts and points at Wash before gesturing to the sand.

Washington: Because I found the signal. You dig. We all have to pull our own weight.

The Meta looks back at Doc.

Washington: Right, and other people's weight too. Just dig.

The Meta then starts digging.

Doc: Man, some people just can't take orders. Am I right?

Washington: Shut up, we're not friends.

Doc: Can I at least get a drink of water?

Washington: Shut up. I already asked you if you were thirsty before we left.

Doc: Yeah we're in the desert! Thirsty should be assumed.

Washington: You can drink later.

Doc: Yeah, this might be a bad time to tell you that I'm sinking then.

Washington: ...I hate you.

Doc: I know.

The Meta stops digging and growls for Washington to come over.

Doc: Can we- what're you guys doing over there?

Wash looks down into the Meta's hole and sees a brown and white EOD helmet.

Washington: What the- is that C.T.? That's impossible, what's she doing out here?

Doc: What're you looking at?

The Meta reaches for 'her' helmet, but Wash stops him.

Washington: Don't bother. She didn't get an A.I., remember?

Doc: Down in front!

Washington: Scavenge her for equipment, see what you can...

Washington turns and sees the cultist Elites having surrounded them.

Washington: ...find.

Doc: Well, this is just fuckin' great.

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The Prowler pulls up in front of the facility and Slade stop the vehicle.

Slade: Rho, you sure this is where they are?

Rho: (appears) Yep. Though I think the Reds beat us here.

South: (manages to climb out and holds her chest) What makes you say that?

Rho points towards the tree that Epsilon and Caboose previously talked to F.I.L.S.S. at, seeing the screen riddled with shotgun blasts.

Kan: I believe that answers your question.

South groans and slumps against the Prowler. Slade hops out and picks her up bridal-style.

Slade: I hope this place has some kind of medical room. You're not in any shape to even hold a gun, lass.

Kan: Then let us make haste.

Kan keeps his plasma rifles trained in front of him, taking point as Slade carries South and they enter the facility.

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Epsilon and Caboose are roaming the halls together until they come to a room filled with Church bodies.

Caboose: Oh my God! Look at all the yous! You're everywhere! Why this is like a Best Friend Store, and this is the greatest store ever! You can have your body back! Now which one do you want? I wanna buy one.

Epsilon: I'm not looking for that.

A person-sized cryo chamber opens in front of Epsilon.

Epsilon: I'm looking, for this.

Caboose: Oh.