Hey Folks! I happen to love Red vs Blue! So I just made a Fanfiction for the 9th season. Until the 9th season has a title this won't have one XD

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN RED vs BLUE! OR THE FREELANCERS EXCEPT FOR MY OWN AND HER A.I!

I own only MY Agent Florida (you'll see why mine is the new one. If you read.) AND her A.I. so no suing

Florida: Yeah yeah just get on with it. *clicks gun*

O_o Okay Okay on with the 1st Chapter

Roars ripped through the air as the remaining half of the building around us was ablaze with flames. I stood in front of a armored soldier that I had pinned to the ground with a metal pole from a flag I came across. He had been the cause of all this damage. He killed a large number of civilians including my little brother and my mother. He deserves death. Revenge for those innocent souls. I'll just have some fun for a second with him though. Let him bleed a bit before finishing the job. He had sacrificed so many innocent people just to get rid of a few measly scientists. Who were on break for god's sake!

"W-who are you! Why are you doing this!"

I gave the pathetic excuse for a soldier as cold smile as I lifted the sword and quickly slashed his arms and legs. He deserved as much pain as possible. It was his fault many people lost their loved ones including my family. Those who had lived I evacuated them before I ran back in to find him.

I sliced his limbs to the bone but didn't cut them off. I watched as blood began to gush out of every wound I inflicted on him as he yelled out in great pain. "Because you disgust me that's why." I explained as I took joy in watching the blood run from his wounds. "You take orders from someone that you could easily kill. That makes you weak." The smile on my face soon became a venomous scowl. "I despise weaklings. And you murdered my mother and my little brother, along with all those innocent people in that building. I doubt you even realized there were civilians in the building where you planted the bomb to kill your desired targets." I pulled out my handgun from my jeans pocket and aimed it at his forehead. "When you leave this world, Say hello to my bastard father would you?"

I gave him no chance to say anything as I pulled the trigger, watching his body go limp. I smiled to myself at my success. I put away my gun back in the pocket where I pulled it from and I whispered under my breath. "Rest in peace. You rotten, dirty scumbag." I suddenly heard the sounds of foot steps but before I could turn around my vision suddenly turned black. I felt someone catch me and the last words I heard were "The director isn't going to be too happy about this."

SCENE CHANGE: ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER MEDICAL BASE

I groaned as I came to. My head was pounding as if someone smashed it with a hammer. I reached up to touch the area where the source of pain was coming from only to feel a bandage. I brought myself into a sitting position but winced at the pain in my side. How the hell did tha-

'Oh now I remember. That little maggot got a lucky shot in.' I thought to myself bitterly.

I was careless to not notice him pulling out his own gun after I pinned him with my sword to his neck. I looked down to see my clothes were gone but the jean shorts I was wearing underneath the baggy jeans were still there but my chest had been bandaged entirely.

'And he actually grazed my stomach.' I didn't like it but the man was the first ever to even be able to even lay a scratch on me. Let alone a bullet.

'That guy was definitely something that came out of a sci-fi convention.'

The armor he work made me think that he had taken a wrong turn to a convention center.

But. I just can't stop thinking about this.

I just can't help but wonder why he would even target a building not even related to scientific research. The was a circle of buildings and in the center was the main building that researchers, Scientists, Biologists, etc. use as a headquarters and main laboratories. The building he had attacked hadn't been the one even close to his main target. So why did he even target it? The smallest most underused building of all had been his target why? Could he have miscalculated?

'Ow. Too much thinking is really making my headache worse.' I sighed and rested my head in my hands. That's when it hit me.

I remembered the bandage wrapped around my head.

'SON OF BITCH! I WAS KNOCKED OUT! oh when I find out who did this I'm gonna...'

As I ranted in my mind about how I was going to tear the asshole responsible for knocking me out cold I nearly jumped in surprise to hear the sound of a door slide open. I looked up from where I was analyzing my wrapped up torso to see a man wearing a black outfit. When the light flashed on the outfit it showed that it was also dark grey. I looked at his face to see a man with black hair that had flecks of grey. He had a pair of frames on but it didn't cover his eyes that held high intelligence. When he looked at me his eyes betrayed no emotion. He kept his face blank as he stared at me.

"So you must be the young woman that killed one of my freelancers aren't you?" His voice carried a subtle southern accent. I stared right at his wrinkled face not giving him an answer. I stared at him straight in the eye coldly. My silence gave him the answer.

"It's not everyday that you see a civilian take down a highly trained professional soldier." I mentally rolled my eyes and scoffed. Trained Professional? If that guy had been a professional then I'm the queen of England.

'Are you kidding me? He didn't even stand a chance. I had no problem taking his scrawny ass down. I could've taken him down with both hands behind my back! It was like he was a weak human and I was the professional. oh wait. I am a professional.'I snorted in my mind but focused back onto the stranger.

"Normally you could be executed for this. But I have something else in store for you." I raised an eyebrow at that. What idea could he have possibly come up with?

The door that he came through opened up and someone in a medical outfit walked up to him. As the two quietly talked to each other I decided to look around at my surroundings. It was a somewhat white room. Typical medical shit. But When I glanced at the windows surrounding the room my eyebrow raised even higher. all standing around each window were these people wearing armor similar to the maggot's. Except each had a different color. They were staring straight into this room but some turned to the one standing beside them. My ears picked up murmurs. I bet they're just as curious as to see what this guy has in store for me. But out of all their stares I felt one that bothered me the most. I turned my head to the right I could tell that the stare was coming from one individual who stood out from the rest. His armor was mostly white. But his orange vizor covered half of his entire helmet.

'That guy is really starting to creep me out.' We kept staring each other until I was snapped out of it by the old man. I don't like to be respectful of someone I don't know. I don't give a hoot if he has my fate in his hands I'll stay disrespectful of him until he tells me who the hell he is.

"I had one of my medical officers take a look at your background. It's interesting to say the least." My face paled. There's no way he could've found out. But after I had ran away with mother and my little brother, Teddy, they must've dug up info on my father when they examined his corpse.

'Dammit! Double Dammit! I knew I should've burned that body instead of packing everything up and running off.' If they were able to find out about the bastard's 'hobby' then they must've found out about me as well! Ah shit what a horrid day this turned out to be.

"It says the you had been experimented on by your father and was abused by him as well."

No shit sherlock. I don't have these scars on my arms, legs, and body from tripping down the stairs. He'd test out whatever he gave me by seeing if my skin would be strong enough to stop bullets as a test. Mean less to say it never worked. The ability of "Self-healing" he gave never activated. He held up a tattered worn book which I recognized. And by the look on my face he'd probably figure that I did anyways.

"The journal your father kept listed off the abilities you received as a result of the multiple experiments. Most of the abilities were scratched out as it states that he removed abilities from you after certain experiments. 'Cyborg-level strength and speed, self-healing, ability to "hover", and a transformation I had yet to see'." He had read off of what the disgusting pest wrote in the journal. There were certain abilities I had never let him find out about. I can do more than that. I possess Electronic hacking capabilities. In other words for those who don't understand, my computer abilities do not manifest in the typing sense, as long as I touch an electric circuit I can bring it under my complete control just by using my mind. Most of the time I don't even have to use touch. As a test the scum made me break through 3,943 firewalls. It only took me 8 1/2 minutes but I had a migraine later that hurt like a bitch. As for the transformation I don't like to talk about it.

"And it states that you have had combat training. Both close range combat and weaponry." I did know how to throw a mean punch and break through a wall with just a kick but I suck ass at using guns. (I only know the basics of martial arts. I still want to learn more but I wasn't able to find anyone willing to teach me.) It may not have seemed like it but I had trouble at aiming the gun at the dude I killed earlier.

"Be as it may I have come to a decision that I'm afraid you have no choice but to agree to." He folded his arms behind his back as I narrowed my eyes at him after my patience ran out. "Spit it out. What'dya want from me?" I crossed my arms and scowled.

I didn't have much patience and I don't appreciate it when people beat around the bush instead of giving me a straight answer. If it weren't for the fact that those armored weirdos behind the glass had some nice weapons on them I would've done like I always do to get an answer. Hold a knife to his throat. He coughed into a closed fist and went back to looking like he was the big honcho of some company during a interview. (I would have never realized how close I was to the truth back then until he gave me the verdict.)

"You will join Project Freelancer as the new Agent Florida, as the previous one died at your hands. You have the capabilities to become one. We actually had Margaret contact us about you. She wanted you to be protected. She even told us what you excel at the most to further convince us to do so."

Wait. MR SERIOUS SAY WHAT NOW!

That tears it. Big time!

"How the hell do you know my mother's name!" I viciously growled out at him. Mom never mentioned anyone that she knew when I was little. I remembered how she avoided talking about her job she had. Whenever I asked her she would suddenly change the subject nervously. If I pestered her about it she'd sound so angry when she told me to drop the subject.

"Your mother worked for us as an intelligence officer but she left due to a unexpected pregnancy. She said she wouldn't want the child to be exposed to the ugliness of war." He sounded so calm when he said this. So this is why she never told me. Huh. Well I guess everyone has a skeleton or two in their closet after all. And she did that for me? awwww. I feel so touched.

"So you think that telling me this will convince me to join?" I snorted. "What'll happen if I say no?" I asked the question. Yes I asked the damn question that always gets the bad answers. Why can't it ever be a good answer? Oh that's right. Because life sucks and karma's a bitch that's why. "You'll be either tossed in jail to rot or you'll be executed." He put it so bluntly. Ouch. Well I didn't expect them to just let me walk away fre-

Wait. Say Wha?

I thought they'd wipe my mind but jesus this is uncalled for! They really are the types who do the whole, If I told you I'd have to kill you, business.

'Okay lemme think this over. Work for Mr. Serious here or die. Work or Die. Die or work. Don't they give such wonderful choices?' If you couldn't tell, that last bit was sarcasm. I guess you all obviously know the answer too.

"Fine. Who are you anyways?" I had to ask. If I'm gonna work for this man at least I can know who he is so I can stop addressing him as Mr. Serious. We shook hands as I finally learned who he was. And I thought I almost stopped breathing when I did.

"I am the Director of Project Freelancer, Dr. Leonard Church. As you can see those who have watched this entire moment from the observation windows are also members of Project Freelancer. You'll be assigned a partner as soon as you get your gear."

Ah what'd I get myself into?

Time Skip: After a explanation of what Project Freelancer was about

I exited the door with my shirt back on where it belonged. I had memorized everything The Director told me about this place and how it works around here. I started walking in a random direction because I had the sudden urge to explore my surroundings.

"Hey wait up!" I turned around to see someone in Purple armor. I like purple therefore I already like this person. They've got great taste in purple. But it also had green on some parts which reminded me of that super old cartoon that had to do with some talking dog. Okay I'm getting off the subject here.

"yeah?" I got curious as I stopped and noticed that there was someone in identical armor except lighter. "you're the one who took out Florida right?" I raised an eyebrow. Well doesn't word travel fast. I've been here for what? a few hours and I'm already famous? I just hope that this won't get me on anyone's bad side. It'd sure suck if I was on someone's bad side when they haven't met me yet.

"Yeah. What of it?" I admitted. The way they asked that question hadn't been full of anger but with curiosity. I just gave them the answer since they didn't sounded too pissed about it. "How'd you do it?" They asked obviously excited and eager to hear what I did.

Whoa. Now if everyone's gonna be like this I'm going to have to be prepared for questions so I might as well get started answering questions like this.

"I pinned him to the the floor with a metal pole, Slashed him to ribbons, cut his legs to the bone, I terrified him and finally shot him in the forehead." I counted off with my fingers. Now that I think about that I would've been able to do more damage than that but oh well. There's always more people to kill. Which I why I'm looking forward to this job. I'm all about kicking major ass and taking names.

"I like your style. You're definitely better than the old Florida. He sucked."

Wow I guess he wasn't all that well liked. Actually I think no one liked him. Did I do everyone here a favor?

I then was able to tell that the person in the armor was female. I shook her hand as she introduced herself as Agent South Dakota. She explained that the one standing next to her was her twin brother, North Dakota.

"It's about time that there was another woman added here in the Freelancer business." She sounded pretty happy about me joining. I wonder what everyone else's reactions are going to be.

"Why? Are there not that many?" I asked. Surely there had to be more. The director told me how there were 50 freelancers involved in this thing (including me). There has to be a good number of female freelancers.

"Nope. There's only a few of us female Freelancers. Most of them are males." Oh you have got to be kidding me! Now that just ain't right!

"Men think that women can't do anything right and that they belong in the kitchen. " We both said the last part at the same time. "Men are sexist pigs. I'm glad to see that I'm not the only girl here besides Texas to think that." She laughed as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder in a friendly manner and joked "Girl, I doubt we'll even meet a man, besides our brothers, that will change our views on them. Tell you what. The day that happens is when I start going all girly-girl and that sure all hell is never gonna happen."

"Besides we girls got to stick together." We gave each other high fives as North stood beside his sister chuckling.

We laughed and tossed jokes at each other, as North felt comfortable enough to join in. Me and South had our own conversations about how women could do just as much as men could, even more than what they could do. We talked about our hobbies and Interests. The normal stuff. Oh. And battle tactics and the different ways you could kill/torture/scar a person.

'Something tells me that this'll be an interesting life from here on out.' I mused as we made our way to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat.

"I forgot to tell you my name. I've been called many names by my old friends. But you can call me Lilith."

'And I better not get Pink armor or shit's gonna go down.'

Finally First Chapter over and done with.

I'll be thinking of a 2nd chapter after I finish a full body sketch...eventually.