Valhalla
To one of the bases with barricades and people behind them.

Chairman (Voiceover): Dear Director. We can all understand that the shift from autonomy to oversight can be a difficult adjustment for anyone, but especially someone of your standing. In that spirit, we have attempted to accommodate your brief explanations to our serious inquiries. Nonetheless, I feel compelled to inform you, that even our trust has its limits.

To Wash talking with a Private dressed all in grey.

Private: Sorry Sir, those are my orders. No-one can approach the crash site. You can't come in. Sorry.

Wash: I need to see that ship. Check my clearance if you need to.

Private: I know sir, but, it won't matter. They said I can't let anybody in. Anybody.

Wash: I have orders from Command, Private.

Private: So do I. These came from the Director himself. ...Look sir, I'd- I'd like to help you, I really would, but this investigation thing... apparently they've started talking to people within the Recovery force. Now everything's getting locked down. You get Command to call me and tell me different, I can let you in. Until then, there's nothing I can do. You can use Red Base if you wanna make some calls. That facility's already been swept.

Wash: Fine, I understand.

Wash walks back to Church, Leo, Wade and Caboose.

Wash: *sigh* We have a problem.

Caboose: I hope it isn't a math problem.

Leo: What's happened?

Wash: They've got the crash site locked down.

Church: Oh great. We couldn't have found that out on the radio? We had to walk here?

Wash: They said we could use this base if we want.

Church: Wow, the empty concrete base? Is it our birthday?

Caboose: I want cake.

Wade: Wouldn't mind having some cake, right now.

Church: Can't we find somewhere nicer to hang out? Hey maybe there's like a, cool nightclub nearby that you can't get us in to either. That would be awesome.

Wash: You three just, stay here. I'll go draw off the guards. Wade I'm going to need your help on this, I've read your file and it says your a demolition expert, is that correct?

Wade: Yeah, that's right.

Wash: Good. When I give you guys the signal, use that grav-lift.

Wash gestures to red base grav-lift, making the four of them look at it.

Church: The what? How do we use it?

Wash: Just step into it. It'll do the rest. Meet me and Wade at the ship.

Leo: I thought those grav-lifts, where still under testing?

Wash: There finished now and are installed in most outpost now but, they are still prototypes. You guys just stay here and wait for the signal.

Leo: Okay, what's the signal?

Leo and Church turn around, and Wash and Wade are already gone.

Leo: What the...? Where did they go?

Church: God dammit, I hate when they do that.

Caboose: When they do wha- hey! Where's Agent Washington?

While they wait, all three of them stand on top of Red base.

Leo: Sooo... what do you guys think they'll do for a distraction?

Church: Who knows, probably, like, you know, make a noise, or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

In the distance a vehicle is blown in to the sky and a siren starts sounding.

Church: ...Or they could do that.

Caboose: I think there better at distractions than you are.

Church: Yeah.

Leo: Damm.. Wade is one hell of a demolition expert.

Wash: (Radio) Okay, come on out. But come quietly.

Wade: (Radio) Did you guys see that explosion we caused, it was amazing!!

Leo: We saw it alright!

Church: Okay, let's go.

Caboose: Um, yes, I don't want to. Uh, you see I am scared of the thing that I don't know what it is.

Leo: Yeah, Agent Washington did say they where still prototypes.

Church: Oh, don't you two be babies. How bad could it be-

Church steps in to the grav-lift and is hurled wildly through the air.

Church: -eeeeeeeeeeeee!

Church lands, bounces, skids, and eventually smacks up against the side of a jeep behind two soldiers, making "oof" sounds the whole way.

Church: Thatwasfuckingbullshit!

Soldier 1: Did you just say somethin'?

Soldier 2: ...Whuh?

To Wash and Wade watching Church from behind a rock.

Wash: (Radio) I said quietly! What part of quiet don't you understand?

Church: What part? How 'bout the part where I got thrown eighty feet in the fucking air, by the GOD DAMN THROWING THING!?

Time passes, and a tank rolls by the crash ship, that the group is hiding behind.

Wash: They didn't see us, okay. Stay out of sight. Do you guys recognise this ship?

Leo: (Sighs)  Yeah.. we recognise it alright.

Caboose: Sheila? Sheila. Are you okay?

Wash: Um... what is he doing?

Church: Oh, yeah we uh, we transferred our tank's training program in to the ship, so that it could help us repair it.

Wash: Did you inform Command that you moved the program to the ship?

Wade: No, one really did any of the paperwork back in our base.

Wash: That's actually a good thing in this case. If they don't know it's there, they may not have tried to activate it.

Washington opens a panel in the ship and something slumps out that turns out to be a diagnostics screen.

Wash: Ah ha, here we go.

Sheila: (lethargically) Hello, and thank you for activating the- wait, where am I?

Caboose: Sheila?

Leo: She still online?

Wash: Program, instruction. Run a full diagnostic, and load the logs from your last flight.

Sheila: Affirmative. Excep-exception: the system has taken dam-taken damage. I am functing- I am functioning at minimum capacity-ity-ity-.

Wash: Program, instruction. Override exception and-

Caboose: Do not talk to her like that, she is not a program!

Wade: Oh no.

Wash: Whoa. What? Calm down.

Church: Hey, I'm just gonna... stand behind Caboose, for a couple minutes. You know for safety reasons.

Sheila: Port engine destroyed.

Wash: Okay. I only want to replay the logs from the crash. So can you please get it-

Church backs away further.

Wash: I mean her, to do that.

Sheila: Stabilizer offline.

Leo: (To Wash) Here's a tip Wash, don't get Caboose mad.. you wouldn't like him when he's angry.

Wash looks at Caboose, who's staring at him.

Wash: Noted.

Caboose: Sheila, um, would you go ahead and do that ah thing that he just said, to me?

Sheila: Begin-beginning playb-playback.

The screen starts playing the log, with a warning siren and sounds of things hitting each other in the background.

Sheila: (Video) Warning. Warning. System failure.

Tex: (Video) Sheila! Damage report, now!

Leo: Mum?

Wash looks at Leo, before clutching his head in pain.

Sheila: Port abort, destroyed. Rear stabilizer offline. Navigation, offline. And my system clock does not match interior records.

Tex: Did Gamma get loose?

Sheila: Negative, but I do not know how much longer I can contain him.

Tex: Computer, what about there? In the canyon, can we land?

Sheila: Analyzing data.

Tex: Just tell me, can you get us there?

Sheila: I am unable to calculate-

Tex: Sheila, give me manual control, now!

Sheila: Acknowledged. Manual control, activated. Warning: decompression. Rear doors, open.

Tex: Where're they going? Close the hatch!

Sheila: Rear doors open.

Tex: Wait!

Sheila: Acknowledged. Warning.

Tex: What happened to-

Sheila: Altitude critical. Brace for impact. Brace for impact.

Tex: Hold on everyone!

Sheila: Brace for impact.

Tex: Hold on! Everybody just hold on-

The recording ends with a sustained beep.

Leo: (Whispers) Why did you have to leave?

Wash: Okay, so after that the ship crashed here. And from what a survivor told us the Blues got here first and offloaded the bodies and equipment. Then they started to get infected.

Wade: Infected?

Caboose: What were they doing with the bodies?

Church: Gross, shut up.

Caboose: No really, what were they doing with the bodies?

Wade: (Shakes head) Caboose, just no.

Wash: They said their men started acting erratically. And for some reason they destroyed all their radios and their own comm tower.

Church: Okay, okay. That was definitely Omega.

Wash: You had guys had a similar experience?

Leo: It definitely wasn't a pleasant experience for us.

Wash: It all adds up then. Omega was the one who inherited that trait. During training they discovered he could move from suit to suit. For some reason he preferred Agent Texas. They tried to reassign him but he always made his way back to her somehow.

Leo: So, do you have an A.I then?

Wash: I don't have one anymore. It's a long story, but it's why I was chosen for this job.

Church: Okay, okay I knew I had heard your name before. You're that guy that went nuts, right?

Wade: Wait.. what?

Wash: I didn't do anything. My A.I.... lost control of itself.

Church: Riiight. It just happened to do it while it was inside your head.

Wash: Right.

Wade: That sounds like it was painful.

Wash: It.... was.

Caboose: We have a lot in common, Agent Washington.

Wash: No we don't. And don't ever say that again.

Church: Where's Tex's body?

Wash: According to the prisoner, it should be in Blue Base.

Church: Take me to it, I want to see it.

Leo: Church, that's where all the soldiers are held up! It would be suicide to go there!

Wash: Exactly, it's their main-

Beeping sounds overlap Wash's last few words, then Command starts talking to him over the radio.

Command: Recovery Command calling Recovery One, level zero.

Wash: I have you, Command, level zero. Go ahead.

Command: We have a beacon, Wash. Pulling the data now. Stand by for ID and coordinates.

Wash: I received it here, too. Standing by.

Church: What was that?

Wash: That was my recovery beacon. It means an A.I. somewhere is in jeopardy and I have to find it before- ...something else does.

Command: Coordinates locked, transmitting now.

Wash: Receiving coordinates for recovery target. Do we have an ID?

Command: Affirmative, it is from the A.I. Delta and-

Wash: Agent South.

Command: Roger that, Agent South Dakota. Vital reports look bad. Yeah, she's in trouble, Wash.

Wash: Yes. Yes she is.

The End
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