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"Valhalla, eh," Epsilon said quietly said to himself.
He followed the Jeep as it drove off, his curiosity getting the better of him.
He had to find out what his vision meant. The mysterious black figure had been the only thing on his mind since it. And neither the Aliens nor the idiots had been any help to him.
Maybe I'll have better luck at this "Valhalla".
Grif sat in Shotgun as Sarge drove off towards what was bound to be a complete and total disaster.
He could already tell that whatever Sarge had planned was not gonna end very well for everyone involved. Especially him.
He was still confused as to how Sarge had gotten all that info out of that one conversation with Simmons.
And how in hell did he know that Doc was at Valhalla?
After nearly being killed by a big, insane Freelancer, Doc had decided to keep his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. Even though he had been right. AI's were crazy!
From what he'd heard from Simmons conversation with Sarge, the rest of the crew would be back pretty soon. And he was really looking forward to seeing them all again, but a bit concerned that they too would be captured by the mysterious Agent Washington and his scary friend.
And I really hope they don't.
Sarge chuckled to himself, a glorious Plan coming together in his mind. He made a mental note to make Grif's survival rate lower than his own.
This is going to be the best rescue of all time!
Simmons sighed, regretting not trying to tell Sarge more about the situation.
But he knew, even with Tucker back, that there was no way that they could rescue himself and Doc from Washington and The Meta without more casualties.
And if they came back, either way, they'd be walking straight into a trap.
Life just keeps getting better and better.
Wash kept one eye on his prisoners and the other on the Meta. He wasn't taking any chances.
This plan would work and Epsilon would be his.
Whatever the cost…
