Hey guys Price here and this is the prologue to the California Chronicles, part one of the Project Freelancer story arc. I decided to do this fanfiction after I read one about Agent California, who was created as a male in dark grey armor on the RvB Fanon Wiki under the Create a Freelancer RP, however California will be female and the sister of another well known Freelancer. I know that this means I now have three to write, but DONT WORRY! I am working on the other two, and am almost done with an update for both, I promise...as of writing this anyway. Yes I am not ashamed to admit I am using the excuse of three fanfictions at once to have big time gaps but this really is because I just have a few ideas I want written since I don't want to forget them...although the time gap is an added bonus. Also, this is my OWN version of California, although there will be some similarities, and I shall link the origional in the first entry, as this is what I will call the chapters.

"My name is Project Freelancer Agent #31, also known as Agent California, but my friends call me Cali. This entry journal series was suggested to me when I first joined Project Freelancer by my brother, James. Also known as Project Freelancer Agent #11, or Agent New York, but he prefers just York. He said it would give him, our family, and any friends I made at Project Freelancer to remember me by if I died in the field. Another reason I agreed is to tell my story to anyone who finds this.

-Huge time gap to be explained in later chapter-

"This is ex-Project Freelancer Agent #31 signing off...forever."

"Hey new girl! Get in here!"

"Yes Sarge!"

-(Beginning of story)-

The day began as normal. She woke up, dressed, ate breakfast, then went to the gym to workout a little before work.

She arrived at the gym two minutes later. 'God I love morning traffick' she thought, smiling. She signed in, then went to the weights section to find her brother James, who was lifting bench weights while a woman in bright cyan, aqua, or whatever color it was, shirt, pants, and shoes, although the shirt was a little tight looking.

"Hey James." She said, slapping the seat next to his head, making him drop the weight on his chest, where it rolled onto his neck.

"Hnghhhhhhhhhh." Was all James could produce with the weight crushing his windpipe.

"Quit being a baby." She said, moving to grab the weight when she was shoved aside by that woman, who grabbed the weight and lifted it off James' neck with ease. "Hey!"

"You got a problem?" The woman asked, her bright green eyes, red hair, and heavy but not highly evident freckles on her face.

"Yeah. You don't just shove peoole who are trying to lift a weight off their brother's neck!" She responded, getting nose to nose with the other woman.

"Girls, girls, relax. I'm perfectly fine." James said, standing up and between them.

"James, please move so I can kick your sister's a-"

"No one is fighting. At least not in here." James said, the other woman obviously angry, but used to working for her accoplishments.

"James, who is this!" His sister asked, trading her threatening posture with just crossing her arms and titling her head.

"This is that woman I told you I met last night." He said, his sister smiling lightly and also a little mischievously. "You know I hate that smile."

"Really? Well, can't say I'm surprised, never could get a looker to sleep with you." She said, meaning the woman, not the smile, which she still carried.

"I never said she did!"

"What are you talking about?" The woman asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, it is the only reason he ever goes to club Ererra." His sister explained, making James look at her.

"Sometimes I think we're not even remotely related."

"Oh really?" The woman asked, meaning the club part.

"Uh...which answer gets me not killed?" He asked, raising an eye brow questioningly.

"The truth, depending on which one it is."

"It was one time." He said, obviously used to his sister saying that.

The woman just stood there for a few seconds before grabbing both and pulling them out the door and outside, where a car pulled up.

"In." She said, pushing them in the open back door.

"Wait, where are we going?" James asked, obviously confused.

"My question exactly." Another voice said, a window rolling down to reveal an African American man, whose deep, calm, almost soothing voice made James' sister almost forget the situation.

"Just circle around the block Aiden." The woman said, turning to look at him before turning back around.

"I have a proposal for the two of you." She said, lacing her fingers like this was some sort of weird job interview.

"So, what is it?" James asked, tilting his head a little more.

"The military has given jurisdiction to create a new program to make super soldiers in an effort to help win the war. I was wondering if you two would like to join." The woman said, stating a fact, not a question.

"I can understand James...but why me?" His sister asked, confused.

"I like your attitude." Was the reply, James' sister nodding.

"I see. Thanks...I guess."

"It was a compliment."

"Quick question, what is the program called?" James asked, intrigued.

"Project Freelancer."

The brother and sister duo looked at each other before looking back, agreeing simultaneously. "...We're in."

So that was the introduction to Project Freelancer:California Chronicles. Tell me what you thought about it, and I will improve if you guys tell me I need to. This fanfiction was origionally going to be called Failure. Failure was going to be about my thoughts on how Allison died, where she became a byproduct of Alpha's creation, making Beta/Texas. Also, do not be afraid to point out any spelling mistakes and or grammar mistakes. This was written hastily so there are bound to be some.