So here's my first ever fic for my OTP, Yorkalina! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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The Director paced in front of the still Freelancers, giving the soldiers a moment before beginning. "Today, we are sending out three agents on a mission to a rebel base. This is a very important mission, so listen closely, soldiers." South straightened up a little, York stopped staring at Carolina, and Wash stopped attempted to stop singing "Soft Kitty" in his head.

"Your objective is to destroy their storage rooms full of guns, ammo, and explosives. You will have to slip past the guards on the way in - this mission requires stealth until you set off the bomb. When you have done so you will run to the Pelican and fly out as soon as you are done. This is an in-and-out mission, soldiers. And though I feel that many of you are not - fully qualified for the job, and lack some of the skill needed-" his eyes wandered towards some of the Freelancers who were on the lower half of the scoreboard -"I will be sending some of our less experienced recruits on this mission. Agents Washington and Connecticut, go to the Pelican and wait for debriefing." Everyone looked around in confusion. Didn't he say he was sending three Freelancers? Who was the third?

"Agent York, as second in the rankings, will be accompanying Agents Washington and Connecticut on their mission as well." York looked up surprisedly - him? He started walking towards the Pelican as well, and joined Wash and Connie as they were given more information on the mission.

As soon as the Counselor had finished explaining each detail slowly, 479er had shown up. "Let's get going. If we're quick enough, I won't miss the Grifball match." Wash started to jog - they all knew what happened to the Agents if they made her late for Grifball.

York laughed and whispered to 479er, "I know for a fact you have the next round recorded in case you miss it, but pretending has it perks, doesn't it?" The two laughed as Wash ran around at top speed getting everything. Connie was giggling at him too, but if you watched closely you could see her pace quickening slightly.

Finished getting everything ready, they boarded the Pelican, getting strapped into their seats. York looked over to Wash, who was panting from all the running. Should he do it? York smirked. Absolutely.

Nonchalantly, York took the seat on the left so Wash could sit next to Connie. As Wash and Connie struck up a conversation, York smiled. Perfect. He waited until the Pelican's engine started, and the two fell silent. He took the opportunity. "So, Wash." Both Wash and Connie looked over to him, Connie curious and Wash simply radiating fear. "Since you and Connie are so close, have you decided to show her your room? Give her a tour of the cat posters?" Connie snorted and Wash was blushing so badly you could almost see it through his helmet.

479er's voice came over the loudspeaker. "We're about to take off. York, come sit in the front with me." York shrugged and unstrapped himself, carefully walking to the pilot's area.

With a grin, he made one last comment as he strode to the front. "You kids have fun back there. Wash, remember to use protection." He could almost feel Wash's blush this time, Connie's added in the mix. He strapped himself into the chair behind 479er and mentally prepped himself for his mission, with Delta popping up every now and then giving him statistics and numbers until he was just about ready. This was a habit of his before missions - usually it just ended up making him nervous, but at least he was ready.

479er talked into the loudspeaker again. "We're just about to land." Luckily, it was a pretty cloudy day, and 479er was able to land over the sea and let the three drop out before flying away again to find cover.

York swam to shore pretty quickly, using the fog as a cover, with Wash and Connie at his heels. Once he arrived at the shore, he ran up behind a wall and motioned for the two to follow, guns in the air and sprinting quietly. He peeked around the corner and watched the two guards converse quietly for a moment before loading his gun with tranquilizer darts and shooting them in the neck. They both fell to the ground in a matter of seconds. York was no North when it came to sniping, but he could get the job done.

He sneaked up to the next wall easily, with both guards out of the way, and continued to make his way closer until all three were inside. They quietly snuck across the wall that the guards had their backs to, being very stealthy and feeling very proud of themselves. What happened next was not something that had been planned.

Wash sneezed.

About fifteen guards turned from their idle positions and stared at the Freelancers for about two seconds before opening fire. All three rolled down and started shooting at their attackers, who went down fairly quickly. Only four men remained when the Freelancers were done shooting, and they closed in for physical combat.

Immediately, the largest one went for York, who ducked the punches and kicks and threw in some of his own, playing defensive until he could find an opportunity to gain the upper hand. Wash and Connie stayed together, switching between the two soldiers who had come after them. They were holding up much better than they had in the past. The fourth soldier, who York had attempted to block off, ran to get reinforcements.

York's man threw a punch at his jaw, which York ducked. In the small moment of imbalance, York tackled the man from the side, causing the two to fall over, but York to have the advantage. York punched the man in the stomach, which winded the brute, but received a hard punch in the side of the head. He fell to the side, clutching his head, as the man stood up and formidably cracked his knuckles and approached York, but froze mid-stride. York had gotten out his gun and shot him three times in the chest. He shrugged a bit. He knew a gun in hand-to-hand combat was kind of cruel, but he had a mission. As the guard fell back, York made his way to his feet and ran to help Wash and Connie.

That one was over fairly quickly; if a fight is two against three, and the group of three are Freelancers, you know which one you're going to bet on. Wash and Connie stood there, shaking it off for a second before York yelled, "We gotta go set off the bomb. This isn't a stealthy in-and-out mission anymore, it's a life-or-death situation! Let's go." The three ran out, occasionally shooting tranquilizers at the guards they saw. They could have fought them, but they couldn't risk anyone knowing they would be in this part of the building for fear of them stopping the bomb.

They sprinted the halls, looking around wildly, until Connie let out a small scream and fell to the floor, her ankle splayed out behind her pointing in a weird angle. And of course, at that second, a guard that had been patrolling a hallway nearby came running in upon hearing the sound, pointing a gun at Connie. Without a moment's hesitation, Wash pointed his gun at the soldier and fired, killing him. But it was too late: the guard had already fired as well. It hit Connie in the neck, but instead of screaming, she slumped over. It was a tranquilizer dart, not a bullet.

The sound of the fired hun echoed all around the building, and Delta popped up. "It seems that around 34 guards have heard the gunshot and are heading in your direction at this moment. It looks as if they do not know exactly where the sound came from, so you have approximately three minutes and two seconds before they find you. The weapons storage room is two doors to your left - if you go in there, your chances of survival are 42% better than staying where you are. They will not find you for five minutes and twenty-six seconds, enough to detonate the bomb and escape." Wash picked up Connie and rushed inside the room along with York (who had already opened the two doors to get in) before Delta got close to finishing his monologue.

They waited by the first door for a few seconds, listening for any footsteps near the door. When there were none, York aimed his explosive gun at a large pile of other explosives and fired, but nothing came out. He tried again before Delta popped up and added, "It seems as if your gun is jammed. Chances for survival have decreased by 31%. The best course of action now would be to manually create your own bomb out of the materials provided." He disappeared.

York yelled, "Godammit!" He threw the gun to the ground and picked up the large pile of explosives, getting to work on making his own bomb. Wash turned around, laid down Connie, and came to his side, trying to help him make the bomb.

"What do we do? We're running out of time before they find us!" Wash exclaimed as he wired things together. York sighed.

"Check on Connie and call for 479er to come closer. I can take it from here." Wash looked as if he wanted to help for a second, but went to Connie. York continued making the bomb, but soon loud thumping sounds came from behind them. The rebels... They were getting closer. Wash looked terrified for a moment, but York turned from the bomb to look at him. "The bomb is almost finished! Run! If you go now, you can make it past them!" Wash didn't need to be told twice. He picked up Connie and ran for the first door, which was still locked.

He tried to open the door, but there was no clear handle. He could hack into the door and open it, but only York was skilled enough to do that, and he didn't dare disturb York in the middle of making a bomb... The only solution was to try and hack through it himself. He laid the unconscious Connie on the floor next to him and started to tap at the screen beside the door. He had been working for five seconds when the blue screen flashed red, and an alarm screamed through the building. A female voice came over the loudspeaker. "An entryway has been breached. Lockdown procedure initiated. All doors opening, and will close in 45 seconds... 45, 44, 43..." The door in front of Wash opened instantly, and he turned to York in terror.

York shouted back, "Take Connie and run, godammit, run! I can clear a path for you! RUN!" Wash didn't want to desert him, but he picked up Connie and rushed out of the door. York said, "D, make my voice 50 times louder, please." Delta complied, and altered his radio. York began to talk.

"Hello, rebels. This is Agent York. I know you would just love to look after my Freelancer buddies who might be in here with you, but that's a bad idea. See, I have a bomb here, and if you don't escape now, you're all going to die. Thank you for choosing New York Airlines!" And with that, he went back to finishing his bomb, the fear he worked so hard to suppress rising as the lockdown timer made its way into the teens.

He finally finished the bomb, and with mere seconds to spare, sprinted for the door. It was shutting before his very eyes, he was getting close...

Just a little bit further...

And the door shut long before he went through, the lockdown timer reaching 0. He froze in place... So this was it.

The bomb was wired to explode after 20 seconds, yet another timer. Maybe he could hack his way through the door, get away from the explosion, he still had 17 seconds... Delta popped up beside him. "Agent York, chances of survival have reached 3%. You cannot unlock the door in time. You should initiate armor lockdown." York blinked, gulping.

"No, record a message. Okay... Carolina, goodbye. You should know that I... I loved you with everything I had. Still do, you know. Probably won't for much longer, though." He tried to go on, but the countdown timer was reaching 5... "Oh, shit." He ran. He ran through the gigantic storage room, weaving his way through the explosives and guns, trying to say 'Initiate armor lockdown' but he couldn't, and this was it, he was going to die... No, he would make it, he would live for Caroli-

BOOM.

he was flying through the air with no way of stopping rocks and pieces of the wall were banging against his armor there was fire and parts of guns and gunpowder exploded as he flailed but he was falling not flying anymore and then he heard the rock fall to the ground and he felt a huge impact as unimaginable pain struck through the side of his head his helmet was off and it was getting dark and Goodbye, Carolina.