AN: Hi! Just so you all know, this is set after the events of Season 10. This contains some personal theories of mine and some ideas I couldn't help but toss in. Tell me what you think, and feel free to point out anything that you see. If you have any questions, they will be answered in either author notes or future chapters. I will be updating AT LEAST once a week, but hopefully twice a week. I like feedback (who doesn't?) and I also like criticism, as it can be constructive. Enjoy!

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I also don't own Halo or anything like that.

Many Years Ago

The wind was blowing across the snowy landscape, stirring up old snow and pushing it into the air, where it fell down again onto two figures. They stood wrapped in thick clothes that protected them from the weather and watched as workers and soldiers operated various types of machinery to clear out all the equipment from the crashed structure in front of them.

"Sir, if I may..." one of them said reluctantly.

The other sighed at the hesitation. "What is it, Counselor?"

"Are you sure that this course of action is wise? Even with Agent Florida to protect him, the simulation soldiers can be...unpredictable," the Counselor expressed his concern.

The Director turned to face the dark-skinned man. "While that is true, the incapability and ignorance of the soldiers makes them only a threat to themselves. Stationing the Alpha with the sim troopers, he will blend in perfectly and no one will think to look there."

"Of course, sir, but we do not even know how the Alpha will react to being in control of a body."

The Director sent a sharp look to the Counselor, growing weary of this. "The Alpha will be under close observation for the first few weeks, Counselor. So as to not arouse his suspicions, he will be stationed with the Blue soldiers nearby to our current location before being relocated to Blood Gulch." The Counselor nodded in understanding, the Director pausing in his explanation before asking a question. "What is the current status report?"

The Counselor moved to pull out his data-pad, hidden under his several layers of protective clothing. The Director turned his attention back to the structure in front of them while he waited. The Mother of Invention had served its purpose to their cause, but after a crash-landing such as that, it was no longer useful to them. They were to move their base of operations somewhere on the planet. The current location they were looking at called Standoff would suit their needs just fine. All that was left was the transportation of all the equipment, as well as sweeping the MOI, making sure that they left nothing for the UNSC to find.

The Counselor finally managed to bring out his data-pad, and the Director listened, only mildly interested at the progress of the ship's evacuation and the set-up of their temporary base in near Sidewinder. When the Counselor finished drawling his details that were virtually unimportant to him, the Director turned to another matter at hand. "Has anything been found of Agent Carolina?"

The Counselor turned back to his data-pad. "Negative sir. The search team hasn't found any trace of her."

The Director stared impassively at the crashed ship, ignoring the cliff behind it. Whatever thoughts were going through his head weren't showing on his face or in his posture. He noticed the Counselor looked as if he had something more to say. "If you intend to speak, Counselor, then do so and stop wasting my time."

"Agent Wyoming has not been seen for some time sir. It has been assumption that he has...gone rogue as well."

Grim-faced, the Director finally nodded. He started walking toward an arctic-adapted jeep that was waiting to take them back to their base, and gestured for the Counselor to follow. "Project Freelancer will go on, despite this set-back. There are other agents. Equipment from the rogue agents will be recovered and the agents themselves will be punished for their actions. I wish to be informed immediately upon any new information, Counselor."

"Of course sir," the Counselor replied.

They reached the car and climbed in, the designated driver understanding his cue to start driving. The two continued their conversation. "How is the latest fragment?"

"It appears to be one of the mentally weaker fragments, similar to Theta," the Counselor reported.

The Director gave a thoughtful hum. "Keep it under observation," he ordered. "We need to make sure that we know what this one is. Any activity from the Epsilon fragment?"

"No sir," the Counselor said. "Epsilon remains unresponsive."

He acknowledged the information. "And what is the status on transferring the Alpha?" asked the Director.

"The technicians appear to be having difficulties. This sort of thing has not been done before, save for the Beta A.I., and with the Alpha's...questionable stability..." the Counselor trailed off. They didn't want to go into details on what they were doing, or some of the personnel might catch wind of their illegal practices. That was what had started the whole break-in that led to the Mother of Invention crashing here.

Their jeep pulled up to the Freelancer base that was built into the side of one of the many mountains in this region. They left the car and walked up to the thick steel doors, which opened to allow them. The Director considered what the Counselor said while he shrugged off his overcoats. Coming to a decision, he turned to the Counselor, who was doing the same with his own protective clothing.

"Send Agent Delaware to assist them," he said.

The Counselor paused in his actions. "Director, are you sure-"

"Agent Delaware might not be the best agent we have, but he possesses skills that most our agents do not. I believe that he will be able to assist transferring the Alpha," the Director cut off what the Counselor had been about to say.

"Very well, sir." The Counselor bowed his head slightly. He knew the Director didn't like to be questioned.

The Director changed the subject to the last matter at hand, and quite possibly, the most important one. "Is Agent Washington ready for questioning?"

"Indeed, sir. During the crash he was minorly injured, and he was moved from the Mother of Invention with the other wounded. He has been treated and separated into a private room in Sector C for recovery."

"Very well," the Director replied. "I wish to question him about Epsilon personally."

Present day

The armored figure of a Freelancer stood on the edge of the cliff-face, gazing at the canyon below. It wasn't much to look at, just a box-canyon in the middle of nowhere. There was a base on each side of it, one red and the other blue. This, he expected. What he didn't expect were the red and blue soldiers occupying the bases.

In the files he had stolen and read before coming here, this canyon, called Blood Gulch, was abandoned. The soldiers were supposed to have been relocated due to the bases being obsolete. Why were they there?

He wasn't looking forward to a confrontation, but he wasn't going to go in there blind. These soldiers may only be simulation troopers, but they still weren't supposed to be there. But they weren't going to get in the way of the Freelancer finding what he was looking for. The chances of finding something here were already slim, and the simulation troopers probably didn't know anything about it. They were sim troopers after all.

But this was the last place he had left to look, after he had discovered that the unit in UNSC custody was empty. He didn't even know what he hoped to find here, but this was where the Alpha had been located. The Freelancer started moving, making his way down into the canyon, the sunlight glinting on his dark green armor as he went. The Alpha was gone now, but there was one thing left, one thing that could help him complete his mission.

One thing that supposedly remembered everything about Project Freelancer.