A female voice responds.

"Very good, Agent Bismarck. Proceed with the assignment. Scout their base later in the night. See what they're up to. We must not let anyone interfere with our plans. We are so close."

"Yes, ma'am."

With this, Bismarck and Pierre turn to each other, nodding their heads in mutual acknowledgement of the order.

As twilight turns to dusk, the forest dims. The Reds and Blues start to go to sleep while Wash and Carolina decide to go on a little adventure of their own.

"So how far do you think this cave goes?"

"I have no idea. I don't even know which planet we are on. This entire journey may be a mistake, but we have no choice."

Still walking into the depths of the cave system, Carolina looks down, her helmet light illuminating the cave floor. She looks defeated, knowing that supplies are running low and there is no way of calling for help.

"Hey Wash?"

"Yeah?"

"What if… What if CT is not the only Freelancer duplicate out there?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, the armour we saw today 100% resembles that of CT, apart from the visor. That, along with the Hologram ability, is an extremely unlikely combination. Don't you find it a little suspicious?"

"I… don't know… Do you think we'll see the other Freelancers too?"

As they trek deeper into the cave, they find a great amount of nothing. But as long as it was dark and dangerous outside, they had no other option.

The sun completely sets behind the horizon, turning the sky perfectly black. Pierre taps on Bismarck's shoulder. He speaks in a rather high-pitched male voice, with a contrastingly French accent.

"It's time. All of them should be asleep by now."

With a nod, both of them descend from the tree, making as little sound as possible. It didn't matter though, for the wind produces a cacophony of noise as it blows through the forest. The two approach the cave entrance ever so carefully. Lights are off, no noises are heard and motion sensors detect no movement whatsoever. They enter the cave. Panning for points of interest, they then turn on their scanning lasers. Little do they know that Grif was never sleeping. Merely idling because he already slept the entire day, he easily spots the light blue laser beams.

"Hey gu…"

Before Grif could finish what he was saying, a quick punch from Bismarck sends him unconscious. To the dismay of the two scouts, the rest of the Reds and Blues had already woken up after hearing the punch. Before Pierre managed to say "we should go", the Reds and Blues stand in semicircle formation, guns pointing at the two purple agents.

"Step away from the Grif!" Tucker warns the two intruders.

"You dirty scumbags better tell us who you are right now. Or else we'll have to open fire in 10… 9… 7… 6… 4… 2… 1!"

The Reds and Blues fire their weapons.

Bismarck was ready. Just as Sarge says one, he slams the ground. A yellow hemisphere emerges from under the fist on the ground, expanding in under a split-second. A bubble shield appears around Bismarck and Pierre.

Taken aback by this new discovery, Tucker's "What the F***" was followed in quick succession by Donut's "Hey that's not fair!"

The bubble shield expires, revealing that the two agents have been standing there the whole time. In total badass manner, Bismarck cracks his knuckles and neck, while Pierre conducts one more scan of the Reds and Blues.

"Our turn." The thick German voice spooks the Reds and Blues.

With a few "Woah"s and "Oh shit"s, the Reds and Blues become surprised, looking at each other and becoming less vigilant of the purple nightmares running straight towards them. Without a moment's notice, Pierre takes the first strike at Simmons, still shocked by the voice. Bismarck takes the right flank, making a running roundhouse punch to Tucker's face. The force of that punch was so immense that Tucker is sent flying backwards, smashing in the stone wall behind. With the unquestionably strongest fighter among them taken out, the rest were no match. Sure, Lopez's head detaching did take Pierre off guard, giving ample time for Sarge to hit him with a sideways strike using his shotgun. But that was it. With the idiots knocked unconscious (or decapitated), Bismarck and Pierre prepare to run off.

"Freeze. Don't Move," Carolina slowly utters, pointing her gun at the fleeing attackers.

As the black-visor bandits turn back around, Pierre conducts a scan of the two OG Freelancers currently engaging them.

"Wash, ask and you shall receive… Say hello to North and South Dakota," Carolina calmly turns to Wash, who relives some of his worst nightmares.

With Wash being distracted by his haunting memories, Bismarck and Pierre try to escape. Carolina was quick to react, dashing for Bismarck, tackling him into the ground. With Pierre nearly evading capture, Carolina snaps.

"WASH! Grab her NOW!"

Wash stood petrified. Sure, he hated South and ended up killing her. Sure he felt little remorse upon seeing North's dead body. But the sight of more familiar armour loadouts sends him into a world of flashbacks.

"GODDAMMIT WASH! GO GET HER!" Carolina struggles in restraining Bismarck.

Slowly, Wash snaps out of it. He puts away his battle rifle and switches to the Magnum. One-handedly, he gently aims it at the running Pierre.

Gunshot.

The hollow shell of Pierre drops to the ground. Perfect shot straight through the back of the head. As Wash continues to slow-motion lower his weapon, Bismarck yields.

Carolina on top of him, she asks, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Agent Carolina of Project Freelancer… "

Bismarck stops talking. Carolina gets furious once again, punching the downed enemy. As Bismarck's head keeps getting tossed left and right, Carolina notices something strange. The visor was flickering. One moment it is black and another, it is default yellow. Once she notices, she stops punching. She holds Bismarck by the chin as she watches the transformation process. The moment the visor became permanently yellow, a panicked voice emerged. No longer German, no longer deep. Just the voice of a guy terrified to death. Body shivering, the guy stutters at first. Eventually, his speech became coherent enough for Carolina to understand.

"Please! Help me! She's… she's…"

Before the frightened man could continue, two soldiers come running to the scene. They interlocked hands, for they had super speed, but only when they were in contact. All they saw was a blur. However, during that short timeframe, the two new attackers, one bright blue and the other bright yellow, managed to knock Carolina far out of the way and carry the corpse of Pierre and the dying Bismarck.

In a secret room within a dark, ruined temple miles away, the speedsters drop off Pierre and Bismarck. Bismarck, with his default visor, continues to mumble to himself. Unintelligible for sure, but he was saying something along the lines of "please don't hurt me." So he just sat there on a chair, hands zip-tied to the back of it. Appearing from the dark, a woman, donning red-and-white armour with a blue visor came to greet them. She steps into the light, carrying a clipboard and a pen.

"Good job, Agents Raleigh and Columbia."

"Thank you, Director AC," they simultaneously respond.

The red-and-white woman, who we will now call AC, dismisses the twin soldiers. Turning to face Agent Bismarck, she takes off her helmet. She goes into a proposal stance (legs forming half of a swastika) in front of the chair. She takes off her helmet, with Bismarck shivering in terror in his seat and trying to stay away from AC as much as possible. AC semi-aggressively reaches out to bring his face closer to hers. As he starts crying and screaming, AC slaps him. Hard.

A large grin forms across her face as she covers his mouth, telling him in such a tender yet intimidating voice, "so you've tasted freedom, huh? Now that Agent Pier… STOP SQUIRMING!" AC slaps him one more time, before continuing, "Let's get you fixed up, shall we?"

She looks around, searching for a particular person, but to no avail.

"AUSTIN!", she yells, agitated more than ever.

A young man, wearing jet black armour and donning a helmet with the default visor, reports to his commanding officer.

"PREPARE THE MACHINE! AND STAND UP STRAIGHT! I DIDN'T TEACH YOU TO SLOUCH, NOW DID I?"