Command Shelter
To the Freelancers Soldiers attacking the Command Shelter.

Director (Voiceover): Dear Chairman. I don't give a damn about your committee and its opinions of my work! Have you forgotten sir, we were at war? A fight with an alien race for the very survival of our species? I feel I must remind you, that it is an undeniable, and, may I say, a fundamental quality of Man, that when faced with extinction, every alternative is preferable!

To Church, Wash and Leo who's still holding Wade, all running up a ramp.

Soldier: Over here, over here!

Wash: Get that door!

The door closes behind them, blocking the Soldiers from following them as they arrive to Reds and Caboose.

Leo: What's going on up here? (Places Wade, against a wall)

Grif: Fucked up, 'bout to die, Simmons is a nerd... the usual.

Caboose: (Notice Wade) Is it nap time?

Church: No Caboose!

Leo: We found him unconscious.

Wash: Why wasn't he with you guys!

Simmons: It's not our fault! He's the one that wanted to "explore" the place!

Leo: Hey Sarge, how's it looking out there?

Sarge: We've got at least half a dozen squads out there. They know our position, and we're outgunned.

Wash: So, what's the plan?

Sarge: Well we were gonna retreat down the hall until you just brought more guards up that way, so now the plan's pretty much to go down swinging. You first.

Grif: Hey Simmons, can you get back on that computer and change my affiliation from Red to Freelancer?

Simmons: Traitor.

Grif: Hey, you gotta go with the winner.

Caboose: Um, could you change my job title to something more important like astronaut-oh, I know, Space Marine!

Church: What are you idiots doing?

Simmons: This computer has all of Command's records.

Church: It does? Records on everybody?

Simmons: Yeah. You know, theoretically.

Simmons alt-tabs the screen to from BLUES DELETED to something else.

Simmons: Hup du-doo, doo doo, nothin' to see here, doo doo doo doo...

Church: I need you to look me up in their database.

Simmons: Ummm... why?

Church: Wash has been telling me that I'm a bloody A.I and I just need to see some information about that.

Grif: Hunh? I thought he was a ghost?

Wash: He's not a ghost! He's an A.I because he's transparent. He can take over other people, you know, that kind of stuff.

Grif: You pretty much just described a ghost.

Leo: Grif, if he was really a ghost, why aren't any of the other soldiers turning in to ghosts?

Church: Why don't we just settle this? Simmons, look me up in the database.

Simmons: Yeah I'd like to help, but we may have just kind of, you know, deleted all that stuff for the Blues.

Leo: All of what stuff for the Blues?

Simmons: The everything stuff?

Wash: Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?

Simmons: Yes. But, you also told us to break stuff. This seemed like an excellent compromise.

Church: Alright, great, that's fantastic. Now I can't find any information about me! Fucking great, thanks guys.

Sarge: And your side never existed! Which means Red wins. Suck it you non-existent losers!

Leo: (Sighs) Sarge, I can't leave you for a few minutes by yourself, can I?

Sarge: Well on the bright side, we defeated the blues in those minutes!

Church: Doh, nobody gives a fuck about that.

Sarge: Sour grapes.

Grif: No way, he's not a computer.

Sarge: How can we be sure?

Caboose: Maybe we should ask him something only a computer would know.

Simmons: Like what?

Caboose: What's nine times eight?

Sarge/Grif/Simmons: Seventy-two.

Caboose: Oh my God, it's spreading.

Grif: How 'bout this: show me some porn.

Church/Simmons/Sarge: What?

Leo: Really Grif?

Grif: That's what all my computers do. Oh, oh, uh, uh, steal some music for me. Oh, or uh, uh, talk about politics and bore the shit out of me.

Caboose: Do you have any pictures of cats in serious situations?

Wash: Because of the trauma he's been through, he's not going to be able to access most of his functions. He may not even realise his full potential.

Sarge: Not living up to his potential? That means Grif's a computer too.

Wash: It doesn't matter. We don't need him to believe. Until the next time we encounter the Meta.

There's a loud sound of something landing on top of the building.

Wash: What the Hell was that!?

Sarge: Come on, do you even need to ask?

The Meta materializes on top of the building and the Freelancers stop firing.

Soldier: Primary target has arrived. Engage, engage!

The soldiers open fire on the Meta.

Church: The Meta! How'd he get inside the compound?

Simmons: What do you mean, how? It took us like ten minutes. Not that hard.

Wash: Perfect.

Leo: Perfect?

Wash: He's been following us since I found Caboose and Wade. I knew he couldn't resist getting his hands on all the stored Command A.I.s. Especially Epsilon.

Leo: Wait, you knew about this?

Wash: Knew about it? I planned on it. Church, still have Epsilon?

Church: Yeah, of course.

Wash: Good, let's get it to safety. Then we can finish this. Once and for all.

Church: You know, I'm starting not to trust you.

Sarge: What do you mean startin' to?

Motor Pool
To Wash, the reds, and blues arriving at a garage with several jeeps.

Grif: What is this, the motor pool?

Wash: Yes. Looks like everyone is outside fighting the Meta. Still, be careful. Red, you grab a vehicle. Caboose, somehow I hate to ask this, but, can you drive?

Caboose: Yes. But not an automatic; only stick.

Wash: Why can't you drive-

Leo: We're in a bit of a rush, here! Just ask him, later.

Wash: Right. Caboose, grab that car. Leo, put Wade in passenger and hop on the turret. Church, put Epsilon in Wades lap. You guys are gonna make a break for it. Take Epsilon and turn him over to the authorities. They'll know what to do with him.

Sarge: You're not comin'?

Wash: No. Church and I are staying. Project Freelancer had one last resort failsafe: a high power E.M.P. that can wipe out all the A.I. in this facility. Now that the Meta is here, we have a chance to take them all out at once and put this entire project out of commission.

Grif: What's an E.M.P.?

Wash: It's an electo-magnetic pulse. It wipes out all circuitry and computers it touches. It will destroy the A.I.-

Simmons: Oh, you mean an Emp.

Sarge: Yeah, I was just about to say. Sounds like he's talkin' 'bout an Emp.

Wash: Emp? That's not how you say it.

Sarge: That's how most people say it. "Emp."

Wash: No, they don't.

Leo: Isn't Emp the right way?

Wash: No, it isn't.

Church: I say it that way.

Wash: It's initials for Electro. Magnetic. Pulse. That's E.M.P.

Grif: Right. Which spells Emp. Durr.

Wash: We don't have time for this. You're wrong.

Simmons: Why don't we take a vote.

Wash: A vote? No. No vote, you're just wrong. There's no vote, it's E.M.P.

Caboose: Not very democratic.

Leo: Can we all get back on the main focus here!?

Wash: Right, Church and I will work our way down to the Director's lab while the rest of you escape.

Sarge: What if the Meta follows us?

Wash: No chance. There's no way he can pass up all the A.I. in here. Put Epsilon in the car and let's get moving.

Caboose: Why isn't Church coming with us?

Church: (Sighs) I... need to be here, Caboose.

Church gives Leo a quick sympathy look, before turning his attention back to Caboose.

Church: ...I need to make things right, here.

Simmons: Make things right?

Church: You guys just focus on getting out of here, alright?

As Caboose hops in the warthogs driver and as the reds get in their warthog. Leo walks up to Church, slowly.

Leo: Church, you do realise what's going to happen if you go with Wash? Once you guys set of that Emp... you'll be gone.

Church: I know... but, I'm fine with it. All my life I've just been a copy of that asshole... that's hurt you physically... and mentally. And I'm sorry... that I remind you of him. But, that's why I'm going to do this... to prove that I'm nothing like 'him'.

Leo just ponders over the words, Church said to him.

Leo: Church... you've already proven your nothing like him. If it was between him and you... I would rather have you as a father any day. (Laughs) I can't believe I'm saying this but, ...I'm going to miss you, Church.

Church: (Laughs) I'm going to miss you to... son.

The End
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