So, this is something I've been thinking up ever since I finished Red vs Blue Season 10. I just loved the freelancers, and they gave me a lot of ideas! Thanks for at least clicking on this story, even that means a lot to me.
"So, why did you bring us here?" asked a man, somewhere in his 20's, as he sat at a bar. The girl sitting next to him just sat silently, long red hair limp on her shoulders.
"I just... Needed a break." she finally answered. The man shook his head, before smoothing back his creamy blond hair.
"That's fine, everyone needs a break now and then." He said, before she shushed him.
"Do you hear that Wash?" she whispered. People were buzzing around; waitresses taking orders, groups of old friends catching up, the usual.
"What do you mean?"
Meanwhile, in a nearby booth, two armored men sat with their helmets off.
"And you're sure this is the place?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"But how can you tell?"
"Ghana, tell me how many bars there are in this town?" The smaller man, Ghana, thought it over before responding. "One..." he replied, seeing the other man's point. Both of the figures sported tired expressions after multiple days of looking. They ate in silence. Ghana started to participate in his favorite public activity, eavesdropping. He kept listening for something interesting, just picking up bits and pieces of conversations before he was jolted by a familiar voice.
"So, what's next?" asked Wash, finishing his drink.
"I'm sure I recognized that voice..." the girl said.
"Carolina, were taking a break. That means relaxing, and not being paranoid." Wash said slowly, hoping against hope that they weren't going to have to go on another crazy adventure.
"Hey." a voice said suddenly. Wash spun around, reaching for his pistol. "Hey now, calm down... We're just here to talk." said the orange armored soldier in front of him. Carolina had her hand on her pistol as well.
"And what is it that you want to talk about?" she asked. As she looked around, she noticed that some of the patrons had begun to stare.
"Our boss wanted to meet you, but we aren't looking for a fight." the new soldier said calmly, though he had his hands up.
"'We?'" Wash asked suspiciously. Another man, shorter stepped forward. He had crimson and gold armor, and his face was contorted in fear.
"H-He-Hello!" he squeaked out. The orange one stepped forward again.
"My name is Honduras, but I prefer to be called Honda. His name is Ghana. We are friendly. Please don't attack us." he stated carefully.
"So, explain why we should come with you?" Carolina asked.
"Because we know you are freelancers, and we want to make sure that you won't attack our organization." Honduras explained. Carolina took a step forward.
"And why would we attack said organization?"
"Because we are the New Freelancers. We're like... The legal version of Project Freelancer." Honda continued.
"So, we meet your boss... And then what?" Wash asked, confused.
"Then we decide on a way to get along, and have it so you don't come in suddenly and kill us for no reason." Carolina looked down for a second, before snapping her head back up.
"When is the meeting?"
Walking through the halls of the run-down military base, Carolina already felt paranoid. It had been about a hour since meeting Honduras and Ghana, and after that they had gotten on a pelican and flew into a mountainous region, before landing in what seemed to be a deserted army camp. So far, they had yet to see anyone else.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Washington asked.
"We're sure." Honduras replied in a bored tone. As they kept going further, the group started to hear voices.
"Stop it!" a female voice shouted.
"Oh quit being such a baby, Panama." another female voice replied, though it sounded as if they were stifling a laugh. Honda opened the door and the group of four filed into the gray concrete room. Immediately, everyone there turned to them.
"Hey Honda!" said the two girls, Panama wearing orchid and steel colored armor while the other wore salmon and tan colored armor.
"Hello, Honda." said a gruff voice belonging to a khaki brown armored man sharpening a knife in the corner.
"Hi, Honduras..." said a pale orange armored girl who had just paused practicing with throwing knives.
"Agent Honduras, please bring our guests to the office." said a commanding young voice over the speakers. The group continued on their way, through a series of dusty hallways, into a large cylindrical office. A young man sat in a desk against the left wall. His brown hair was fluffy, evenly spread all around his head. His icy blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. "Hello, Project Freelancer Agents Washington and Carolina. It is a pleasure to meet you." he said, his voice monotone and borderline robotic.
"Hello..." Wash trailed off, realizing he didn't know his name.
"Karl." the man finished. "I do hope we can work out a way that we don't attack eachother?" he said, though it was unclear if it was a statement or a question.
"That depends. Explain you organization." Carolina said in her commanding tone.
"We are the New Freelancers. We are helping out this world and others as much as we can. We are like Project Freelancer, except we are actually legal. We have a ranking board, agent names are based on countries, and we hold tournament matches monthly to see how our agents progress." the man explained.
"Mind if we stick around a bit?" Carolina asked.
"I don't mind at all." he responded.
Author's Note
PLEASE! This is my first story that I'm going to try to complete! I understand if it sucks, but at least tell me what I did wrong so I can improve! I appreciate your constructive criticism, as long as it's not just hate.