Wash awoke to the sound of someone shouting his name in the distance. "Wash, Wash wake up, these dirty feds have me and my shotgun is near you." Wash's eyes focused on a red figure. Sarge. Wash attempted to lift himself up but a sharp pain bolted up his side. He looked down noticing the left side of his armor burnt shreaded and soaked with blood. A dangerous amount pooled on the grass beneath him coating it a dark maroon. Wash looked to Sarge still being held down by a fed soldier. Wash tried again to move but the pain doubled as did the blood comming out on the ground. As he slid into uncousisness he still heard Sarges screams.
Wash awoke again this time handcuffed in a dark empty cell. Wash was reduced to his undersuit, a bandage covered his side. Washs whole body ached like he had been hit by a truck. Wash sat and looked at his situation. A dark cell with the only light comming from a small slot in the door. He was alone, in pain, and for the first time in years scared. Wash heard the sound of footsteps outside his door and a familiar voice. "Why are we moving them again sir, weve moved them three times in the last week now where are they going." A soldier. "To compound Alpha six, all three of them. If we cant get anything out of them then on to the captial." Locus, that black suited sob.
"Let me go you fed assholes where the hell is my shotgun you dirtbags." Sarge, poor guy probely getting those shakes from not having his favored weapon. "Shut up old man" "Hey you dirtbag where is my robot, pinky, and Wash what the hell did you do with him. Huh." Sarge said, wait Sarge liked him thats new. "One the same bus your going dont worry Sarge i bet thell take good care of you three at A six. Locus is all about hospitality." Wash could almost picture the smirk under Locus s helmet. "Wait three what are you dirt bags talking about." "Your freelancer friend will be enjoying a different hospitaliy." Wash had only seconds to process the sentence before his door slammed open. Two soldiers in black armor grabbed his arms and threw him in the hall. Wash landed with a thud as pain overwhelmed his body. Sarge stared at the crumpled form that was Wash in front of him. Wash was then pulled by his arms down the hallway opposite to Sarge. As the two were pulled away Sarge shouted. "Wash stay strong well find you and kill these damn dirtbags, i promise Wash." Wash looked back noticing the care, fear, and anger mixed in the Sergeants brown eyes. Wash shouted as pain clouded his eyes. "Locus i swear to god if you hurt them i will fucking kill you you son of a bitch." Sarge looked at the pure anger in the freelancers grey eyes until he was dragged out the door and thrown a a security truck.
Wash sat on the floor in the back of a covered truck as it pulled onto the road and left the base. Pain consumed his body hours later after a pair of black armored soldiers pulled his limp body from the truck. As he was pulled down as maze of hallways he stared at the soldiers dragging him. They wore EOD armor giving them a elite looking appearence. Wash knew these wernt the regular fed troopers they were something else. Wash was pulled into a room and strapped to a metal chair that was bolted to the floor. His hands and feet secured with metal cuffs. Wash looked around the room after the guards left. Only a window the size of a mail slot on the cieling directly above him provided any light. The floor below him was worn with obvious faded blood stains. There was a table to one side of the wall with anything from a wrench to a drill all rusted sith blood. Wash shivered at the thought at where he was. Wash was startled when the door slamed open to revile a lone figure. He wore commando armor with a helmet in his arms. His black hair with dark eyes led to his scarred face and neck with the face of a stern drill sergeant. He strode into the room with two other black aromored soldiers that stood guard at the shut door. The unhelmeted figure strode over to the bench grabbing a wrench. The figure then spoke in a low tone like locus.
"Agent David Washington a freelancer that ended up with some stupid sim troopers that took you in faked your death, but then your past would catch up to you, kill the director. Then get shipprecked on a planit thats in a civil war. What luck you have Wash. But guess what your luck just ran out." The figure said as he walked over to Wash tightening the wrench on his left thumb. "Because you will soon find out that your past doenst matter, you all break the same. Anyway Wash im Joser the feds personal torture tool. And ive learned over the years that everyone breaks Wash from freelancers to generals you just have to find the right trigger." Joser said after fully tightening the wrench causeing Wash to wince. He watched a Joser grabbed the handle. "And im not stupid Wash i know that physical pain doesnt break you it weakens you." Joser said as he twisted the wrench breaking Washs thumb in one motion. Wash yelped at he pain holding back a scream.
Watching Washs face contort in pain pleasured Joser. "Nighty night Wash." Joser said as they left him alone. Wash looked at his thumb twisted at a un natural angle wrench still secure not giving him relief. Wash only hoped that the others were safe as he dozed into a exausted sleep.
Sarge sat with donut, and lopez in the back of a security truck. They watched as Washs truck dissapeared from view. Locus and the driver were in the cab seperated only by a open window. "Hey you black suited dirt bag where is Wash going." Sarge said accepting he might as well get answers then sit quietly in the truck. "Outpost 23B" Locus said almost pleasently. "What going to happen to him." Donut piped up. "Interegation, the works. Listen i know you guys think im inhuman but our general sent Wash there, almost feel bad about letting thise soldier take him." "What do you mean feel bad how could you feel bad you inhuman dirtbag." Sarge said half worried. "Because outpost 23B is where we send prisoners that the rest of us could never break. Joser is the inhuman son of bitch that gets that honor." Locus said a tremble in his voice. "Who Joser." Donut asked visibly sacred. "Joser" Locus started with a deep breath. "And his soldier have there own base out west, they were interegators for ONI back in the war and they were good at thier job. The feds hired him and his soldiers to break prisoners that were troublesome to crack. General Stonefield after looking at Washs file assumed he would be of the same difficulty. Wash will break there. Joser with start breaking down his body first. Enough food to keep his body functioing but nothing more. Physical torture. Then thell find cracks in his mind and dig deep into his files until hes begging for them to stop. The ll get the info and leave him to suffer alone in his cell for weeks as he tears himself apart. Then he either sits there until he dies or the turn him into a fed and use him against the rebels and your friends as a weapon of desruction." Locus recieted as the other three sank lower into thier seat after each word. "So hes scrued, what if our friends recuse us and him." Sarge said worry deep in his voice. "If that happens Wash will takes month to reibilitate if you recue him" With that the truck fell silent each member clinging to thier own thoughts. As the truck stopped each limp walking form was thrust into thier own cell as locus called "Good night gentelman see you jn the morning"
Wash awoke to Joser twisting the once static wrench still attached to his thumb. Wash let out a scream while Joser took the wrench off with a sudden pull throwing it on the table behind him. "Morning sunshine, listen Wash ive cleared my scedule for you today so you could at least wake up on time for me. Hmm" Wash cleared his throat ignoring the pain in his hand. "Fuck you Joser. Fuck the feds, and fuck you black armored friends." Wash said voice full of hate. "THATS NOT HOW THIS WORKS WASHINGTON." Wash shrunk back at Joser shout. "You just fucked yourself over Wash remember that from now on. "Jason teach this basterd what happens when prisoners act out." "Yes sir." A Jason said as one of the black figures aproaced Wash. Jason drew his arm back and a well caculated punch hit Wash in the center of the chest. The snap and scream echoed in the room. Wash cringed as Jason spoke closely to him. "You cheep shot motherfucker." Wash gasps out in that outburst came a stomp on his unprotected knee crushing it in one swift motion. Wash screamed as his body tried to writh under the restraints. "Enough Jason, ill take it from here." Joser said pulling a chair to sit a foot in front of Wash. "Wrong move Wash wrong move."
Sarge sat in his cell staring blindly at Locus in front of him. "Answer the damn quention sergeant where is the rebel base, where are your other friend." Locus said "How the hell should i know you dirtbag." Sarge said. "Felix and the rebels must have told you something sergeant." Locus said frustation in his voice this sergeant wouldnt back down and was attributing to Locus s headache. "All Felix told us was about the war and that we should join the rebels he told us nothing about a god damn home base." Sarge said voice growing with every word. With that Locus stood and walked out of the cell. After securing the door lock he spoke to a soldier by the door. "These idiots know nothing, im heading up to the capital to talk to Gen Stonefield." Locus said walking down the hall. Sarge watched as lopez and Donut were thrown in his cell.
"So thd finally accepted we didnt know anything." Donut said not as normally cheery as he was. "I would guess so but im not sure thell accept that from Wash." Sarge said in a tired voice. "Sarge im sacared for Wash what if the other cant get to him in time." Donut said visibly worried. "We ll get him out donut wether its in time or not." Sargd said clearly. "I promised" he wishpered.
"Im not going to ask again Wash tell what you know about the rebels or Danes can continue." Joser said it had been three hours since they had started. Wash would not answer thier questions. Danes had been hitting Washs face until his hands hurt. Wash was slumped forward wincing at the pain in his head. Wash looked up at Joser who just asked him the same question for the fith time. "Even if i new anything about the rebels i would never tell you no matter how hard you try." Wash choked out. "Wash let me ask you this then. Do you really think they care about you Wash. Your a freelancer that dragged them deeper into a project that tore you apart. You put them in danger, you tried to kill them the second it would garentee your own freedom. And no matter how much you think they trust you it will always linger in the back of there heads of what you are." Joser said seeing the worry on Washs face develop. Great. "They wouldnt, they trust me, i trust them." Wash said uneasyness in his voice for the first time since epsilons suicide. "Trust them all you want Wash but the bare truth is you are a soldier that been changed by a corrupt project, and a AI. The truth to them is your a insane freelancer thats unpredictable and could throw them to the wind at any given point to save his own skin." "Wait thats not" Wash said his voice breaking. "You think they care dont you Wash about how broken you are, your just another piece of the project that they have to deal with. Sure they will probely rescue your friends but they wont come for you. Because for the first time they could go back to being the sim troopers they once were with no project freelancer in sight." Joser said smirking seeing the crack in Washs defences and digging his claws in. "They dont need you Wash." Wash rasied his head to speak but just as quickely lowered it. Joser smiled he had cracked the freelancer. "Nighty night Wash same time tommarow." Joser said as he Jason and Danes walked off leaving Wash alone. "They dont need me." Wash mumbled to himself. The more he thought about it it was true he had lost thier trust, he saw it in thier eyes when he yelled at them for not doing something right he saw the fear if there eyes like when he had shot donut. God there eyes, that fear, that damn fear. His head slumped lower chest in pain as his brocken chest was disturbed with each breath a well calculated punch. He sat there waiting until morning where it would start again.
An explosion rocked A six. Sarge and the others looked up. Another, followed by gun shots close. "I think the rebels are here Sarge." Donut said cheeryness comming back. "No shit Donut." Sarge said listening to the nearing gunshots. "Where the fuck are they my feet hurt." Grif that lazy basterd. "Shut up Grif check that door." Simmons. Grif slammed open the door to find his unarmored comrads. "In here simmons, tucker hurry the hell up. Tucker came sprinting down the hall sword in hand followed by simmons. "Hey fuckers the heros have arrived." Tucker said in a proud boasting voice. "Shut up tucker." Sarge said as they were uncuffed and lead to warthogs. "Wait" Tucker said going down the hall." Where the hell is Wash. Felix had caught up to them by this time following them down the hall. "Outpost 23B" Sarge said faintly as they were helped in the jeep. Felix froze at the name, the other worryly watching him shake. "O-o-Outpost 23...B your sure." Sarge nodded his head. "Wash is fucked that Joser son of a bitch is tearing him apart as we speak." "Wait you know Joser Felix." Donut said suprised. "Not personally but ive seen his work. Soldier come back complety broken, unable to consol, after as little as week of interrogation." Felix said his helmet off a hand running through his short black hair. "We need to find him Felix please we have to." Tucker said pleading. Felix looked at the aqua soldier his face relaxing. "We can Tucker but you have to be prepared for a Wash thats complelty broken. When we get to him grab him and tell him anything that will confort him. Lets go get Wash." They took off with five other warthogs toward outpost 23B.
Wash sat shaking in his seat as Joser took his seat in front of him. "Good morning Wash i trust you didnt have a good night sleep. Anyway Wash time to dig into the cracks. phase two." Joser said "Now Wash tell me about Carolina." Wash froze he could tell a number of things but froze. But Washs resolve was broken the fight gone from his tired broken form. "Why the fuck does that matter, she left us, she left me, she doesnt care about anything but herself you son of a bitch" Joser sat in silence taking in Washs response. "Just like you Wash. You left them once and you dont care about anything but your own skin." Joser said walking over to the table. He picked up combat knife admiring its sharpness for a moment before turning back to Wash. "How about Tucker and Caboose what about them who are they." Joser said still admiring the knife. Wash sat in silence concern evident on his face. His battered head dipped lower. Joser knew this look he d seen it on so many other prisoners. They were friends, they meaned somthing to Wash. "Well Wash i cant wait all day share your thoughts." Joser said. "They mean nothing to me, i just had to lead them." Joser sat back in the chair in front of Wash. "I know Wash you were the leader of blue team, but i can tell that it was more than that Wash you care about them." Joser said. "I dont" Wash mumbled out. "You fucking lier." Joser stood up and put the tip of the knife below Washs stuerum away from organs and viens but in the center of nerves and muscle. "Last chance Wash." Wash silently scowled at Joser pain and hate behind his grey eyes. Joser eased the knife into Wash. Wash screamed as the knife tore through muscles and nerves. Joser didnt stop until the knife was hilted in Wash. Joser stood for a minute letting Wash come back. "Now lets continue Wash tell me about the rebels again where are they." Joser hand fell on he blades hilt. "I...i...dont know." Washs voice was low and weak. "Bullshit." Was all Joser said before ripping the knife out in a quick motion.
Wash screamed and fell into blackness after hearing Joser "When he wakes up well continue."
Felix sat in the warthogs back seat thinking. He had been captured by the feds a while back and had been sent to Joser compound. He shrunk back at the memories. He had somehow escaped when the guards disreguarded his weak form. He had spent months in the rebels med bay clinging to his pillow rocking back and forth on his bed sobbing every time he heard a sound that identified with Josers compound. Kimball had been there though. She had all but moved her office to his room. He was never alone when he woke up screaming. She would be there holding him telling him it was ok. She would disreguard soldiers reporting if she saw him out of corner of her eye shaking or cluching his pillow going into his safety position. He owed her and the new republic for helping him come out of it a year later and he would help Wash to. "Felix" Tucker saying his name jolted him back to reality. He relized he was cradling his helmet settling into his safety position. He quickly relaxed himself to look at a concerned Tucker. "Yeah whats up." Felix said "Nothing dude you okay, i knew you were thinking, but curling in your version of the fetal position kinda sets off alarms in my mind, and aparently simmons whos sitting next to you." Felix looked to Simmons a concerned look on his face. "Sorry" Felix said fighting the urge to curl back up. "Dude are you ok you like like your going to have a breakdown." Tucker said "I was remembering when i was captured and sent to his compound. It was tough on me." Felix said and went on to tell them the whole story until they reached to compound.
Blood oozed from Washs seven knife wounds deep in his torso. Some in his abdomen other between ribs. Joser washed his bloody hands in the sink in the corner of the room. Jason walked up to him muttering a few words before leaving them alone. Joser walked over to Washs sleeping form so peacful time to stop that. He kicked Wash hard in his shin feeling the bone break. Wash awoke screaming in pain. "Good morning sleepy head hope i interupted a nice dream." Washs eyes struggled to focus Joser. He was pale from exaustion and blood loss. His throat was raw and pained from sreaming. Joser picked up a power drill. "So Wash care to share any info today or should i prolong your suffering. Hell ill make you a deal tell me all about the rebels and ill knock you out for the rest of the day." Joser said. Wash made a attempt to insult Joser but all that came out was a pained gurgle as he coughed out blood from his irritated throat. Joser placed the drill bit at the tip of a finger under the fingernail. "Come on Wash spill it." Wash coughed out more blood as he struggled to speak. "Fuck...you...Joser" Wash let out after several pained gasps. Joser powered on the drill driving into Washs finger. Wash weakly screamed into a coughing fit spiting out blood. It was getting hard to breath through his irritated throat. Joser continued until all ten of Washs fingers were bloody and broken. Wash sobbed in the chair as Joser left. Wash tipped his head to the side throwing up bile and blood. As the door opened Wash flinched. A red headed women in a lab coat came in the room. A medical cross was inprinted in her coat as Wash struggled to focus. "Im just a medic Washingtion. I wont treat you but i have to look you over." She looked and every inch of his battered body taking small notes. As she lifted his shirt she grimiced. She wrote down some quick notes and left.
Felix and the others surrounded the base taking out guards as they went. Felix was ready to end Joser for what he had done to him, Wash, and counltess others. They had split into teams combing the compound. The feds were unprepared forthere assault being cut down left and right. Joser had come out of his room in his undersuit seeing Felix race toward him. They collided with eachother going into a full on brawl on he hallway floor. Even out of armor Joser presented a challenge to Felix. Joser kicked Felix into a wall hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Joser lunged with a knife cutting hard into Felixs throat. Felix fell to his knees coughing up blood holding his throat. "Shoulda stayed away Felix." He went to draw his knife when a energy sword stabbed through his chest. Joser fell on the floor struggling to stop the blood flow. Tucker ran to Felix and put pressure on his wound. Felix brushed him off standing with his hand to his throat breath comming in small but constant gasps. He pointed down the hall with his pistol in hand. They continued down the hall a Tucker checked behind him often looking at Felix holding his throat with one hand and a pistol clenched in the other. The founda women in a lab coat hiding behind some crates. "Where Washington you fed bitch" Tucker all but shouted and Felix aimed at her. "Rroom 201 dont shoot me im just a medic. Felix pulled the trigger and gave Tucker a ill tell you later helmet tilt. As they came to room 201 Felix shot the lock and opened the door. Washs bloody unarmored form greeted them. Felix went pale in his helmet, that was how he looked to Kimball when he stumbled into the rebel base half in shock. Tucker was by his side first undoing the restraints. Felix watched the door training his pistol. Tucker radioed the rest. "Guys we found Wash, we need two litters in here now." "Roger that Tucker, Sarges and Simmons teams are on there way to you." Grif said over the radio. "Wash" Tucker said hoping Wash would wake up. "Huh T...tucker." Wash said his voice rough and shallow. "Yeah were here to get you out Wash your safe." Tucker said as Sarge and Simmons rushed into the room kneeling by the pair there teams behind them with strechers. Doc rushed in behind him pushed he others away as he treated Washs serious wounds. "Tucker why did you need two strechers to tired to walk back yourself." Wash actually chucked in the background as Doc helped ease him onto a strecher them set to tieing him down. "No for Felix. Doc i need your help." They looked over to the mercanary who had sat down against the wall holding his throat as Doc and Tucker approached him. Felix shrunk back as Doc tried to lay him down. Tucker went to his other side easeing him down. Felix coughed and struggled. "Felix calm down, Doc help him." Tucker said Felix relaxing slightly. Doc took off Felixs helmet. Felixs mouth was bloody his face pale. Doc cut away fabric from his still oozing throat while Tucker held his hands away and conforted the mercenary. Doc treated the cut and suctioned the blood out of Felixs throat. Felix was put on a strecher and carried out by Sarges squad as Simmons lt suctioned blood from his throat. The others heft ed Wash to the warthogs. Felix was loaded in Sarges warthogs as Sarge took over suctions his throat. Felix coughed slightly then lapsed into unconsiouness. Wash was long out as he was loaded into Tuckers warthog. Doc sat in the back as he tended to Wash.
Wash layed still as Doc treated his wounds. He pealed back his undershuit revealing bruses along his entire body. "Hey Tucker hand me a blanket" Doc, after he looked over his wounds leaving him a a pair of boxers and covering him with the blanket Doc sat in the edge of the seats where feat would go and prevented Wash from rolling. Doc wrapped a un armored arm around him. "It ok Wash we got you, your safe, it ok." Wash moved closer into Doc relishing the first friendly contact in weeks. Tucker was in the passengerseat watching Wash fall asleep in Docs arms. "Hey Doc." Tucker said in a wishper. "Yeah" Doc said not looking up from rubbing Washs arm. "You think he going to be ok." Tucker said warching Wash crurl more to Doc. "I think so we just need to be with him like Felix told us." Tucker took one last look at Wash still curled in to Doc snoring peacefully before he turned back and dozed off.
Wash awoke in a white room in a hostipital bed. He couldnt move due to the dull pain in his body. An IV steady dripped along with the quiet beeping of his pulse. Wash looked over to see Tucker sleeping in a chair by his bed. Caboose was asleep on the couch across from his bed hugging a box of crayons as papers littered the floor. Joser was wrong they did care about him they had come for him. The door opened quietly slightly jolting Wash. Wash turn his head to see Felix in black sweatpants with a orange new republic tshirt. He was pale and clung a little to the door for support. He had a bandage on his throat as carefully kept his head in a stiff position to not disturb the wound. He stumbled over to a chair beside Washs bed sitting down abrupty. "Hey Wash glad your up." Felix said in a quiet voice. "Yeah thanks, should you be in bed Felix." Wash said his throat not hurting him for once. "Yeah i snuck out its lonely in there." Felix said a slight smile creeping onto his face. "They didnt let you stay in here." "I dont know im just so tired but i cant sleep after all that then being alone." Felix said somehow looking more tired. "Joser told me how he broke you Felix, and showed me video of Kimball helping you after, i understand not wanting to be alone after facing it." A smile formed on Felixs tired face. Wash smiled back and scooted over in his bed. "Come on Felix just watch the ribs. Felix slipped into Washs bed and watched Wash pass out beside him before slipping into sleep himself.
Tucker awoke as his chair fell over. He picked himself off the floor to see Wash sleeping peacfully with Felix beside him. When the hell had Felix come in. A nurse opened the door and looked around the room gaze setting on Felix. Thenurse let out a exausted sigh before walking over to Felix. She changed the bandage on his throat quietly. She left a few minutes after returning with another bed. She hooked up a IV and several moniters. "Tucker could you help me move Felix." She said as Tuckers gaze jolted away from Wash. "Sure, why did you seperate him from us in the first place." Tucker said carefully hefting Felix as the nurse held his head. "He generally likes to be alone when he gets hurt, but i cant say that now." The nurse covered Felix with a blanket as she connected the IV. "That should do hes not allowed out of the bed Tucker." She said leaving. Tucker watched as Felix shifted his eyes opening. He sat up as Tucker sat next to his bed. "Hey Felix lay down." Tucker said easeing Felix down to his pillow. "How did i get here." Felix said looking around at the foriegn room. "I have no idea man i fall out of my chair and find you in Washs bed then the nurse comes in and brings in another bed for you." Tucker said scowling at the chair. "You stumbled in last night Felix, you didnt want to be alone." Felix and Tucker turned to see Wash smile at them from his bed bruses on his head fading. "I let you sleep in my bed you looked like shit." Wash said laughing weakly. "Thanks i dont usaully do that." Felix said "Its ok with what youve been through." Wash said. "You two need anthing" Tucker said leaning back in his chair. "Im hungry as hell." Felix said "Me too" Wash said eyeing Tucker. "Fine ill be back with some hostpital pudding or jello." Tucker said opening the door. "Bullshit tell Kimball i want a steak." Felix said. "With your thoat Felix youll be on pudding and jello until christmas." Tucker left down the hall. "Dick." Felix mumbled.
A few minutes later Sarge walked in with two trays of food covered. "Morning gentleman over heard your request." Sarge set the trays down taking the covers off revealing steaks. He locked the door and helped the two sit up putting the trays in thier tray tables. Felix looked like he was in heaven as he carefully ate his steak. Sarge cut Washs and fed him small bites. "Damn Sarge i just might have to reconsider that red team invite." Wash said in between bites. Tucker appeared at the door with a tray of assorted pudding and jello. He went blank when he saw Felix with a steak. He tried to open the door but it was locked. "Open this fucking door, where the fuck did you get a steak Felix." Tucker said as his gaze set on Sarge cutting up Washs steak. Tucker leaned more into the door. "Sarge you asshole let me in." Tucker finally managed to get the lock to give in and stormed into the room harshly setting down the tray. "I leave for ten fucking minutes and you give them steaks are you fucking crazy Sarge." "No you stupid blue, Wash is the crazy one, i was just helping Felix emotion problems with food and sweeting the deal for Wash to join red team." Sarge said. Wash gave him a scowl at the crazy part but disreguarded it when another piece of steak was pushed his way. Felix took a breather already half through his own steak. "Hell if id know emotional steak breaks worked i would have tried this years ago." Felix said his voice still quiet but happy at the same time.
"Hey guys hows it umm." Kimballs voice trailed off as she enter the room. Wash and Felix were eating steaks while Tucker was fumming in between the beds. "Ok whats going on." Kimball said crossing her arms. "Oh were socializing, learning about eachother, you know." Sarge said nervously. "Yeah turns out emotional eating works for me, no more therpy for me just steak and lobster will solve my problems." Felix said pushing his table away with the empty tray. "Yeah ok, Wash how about you." Kimball said sitting down on the other side of his bed. "Im sore as hell but with these idiots ill be fine, and i might be with Felix on that food therapy thing." Wash said eating the last of his steak. "See Kimball im gonna publish that Felixs guide to mental and physical revovery in war, drown your problems in steak sause and ice cream." Felix said his voice comming out. "Id buy it." Wash said. "Can we remember the part about steak right after extenisve injury for god sake." Tucker said plooped down on the couch still littered with Cabooses drawings.