Hey guys! Cloud here. This is my first fanfiction on here, so if the writing of it isn't the best, just keep in mind that I'm not the best writer but I'm looking to improve over time. Also I'm just getting used to the whole concept of . This rvb fanfic is about my OC, Agent Rhode Island. I promise over time your learn more about him. So sit back, relax, and read! Any constructive criticism is appreciated.

It was the first time he had gotten some peace and quiet in about a month and a half. He couldn't remember the exact time. He didn't keep count.

Ever since Maine had given Rhode the same fate as Carolina, recovery agents had been on the search for him. Oregon, one of the good friends he had in Project Freelancer, had turned into his greatest enemy in the time he had escaped. No one except Oregon, Pennsylvania, and Tennessee had known he was still alive. Everyone thought Rhode had died due to the fall. No one gets thrown of a large, tall cliff and survives. Yet he managed to grab onto a ledge and drop down, using his armor lock to break his fall.

Zeta still nagged in his head about the probabilities of the recovery team finding him and bringing him back to the Director. Rhode thought only Delta was as annoying as Zeta was being. Well, at least Zeta wasn't sending electrical surges down his back and torturing his mental state. She was actually being quite helpful. Turning on his enhancements without needing to say anything, warning him, and pinpointing abandoned bases he could temporarily stay in until he found hi way to a place to call home.

He had been in worse predicaments. His speciality in Freelancer gave him many missions to keep occupied with. Many of those missions were failed, with half the team injured and a few dead. Rhode wanted to turn right around and kill the Director, be done with it. Doing that would risk his own life, and much more. He really wanted to do it, but he was done with all the fighting.

Easier to run, I guess.

"Zeta, record."

'Ζ' On it. 'Z'

"Agent Foxtrot 11," Rhode began. "Journal entry I-don't-fucking-know-anymore. I've been stuck in this overgrown shit hole of an abandoned town. Dirty water and cars everywhere. Not a fun place. Anyways, I was attacked a few days ago by Tenn. She hesitated to fire on me, but eventually did. I got out pretty much unscathed except for a bullet wound in my thigh." He sighed and looked down at the ground.

"I fought back and stabbed Tenn in the shoulder with my knife. I didn't want to hurt her, but Zeta took over and I stabbed her in the shoulder. You know, I'm starting to think no one in this world wants to help me. Zeta found a canyon that I could retreat to. Blood Gulch Canyon. Filled with sim troops that were forced to believe that the other side were lifeless and evil. Red team versus blue team. Perhaps I'll find someone there. Maybe Carolina survived the fall, and went to Blood Gulch," Rhode paused and looked back down, this time at his hands.

Carolina, he thought.

"Nothing else to report. Zeta, cut the recording."

With that, Rhode ended the journal entry and sat down, grieving over the loss of his closest friend. He heard voices of what sounded like his old Freelancer pals. Except they were hunting him.

Perhaps it would be easier to run.