"A word Agent South," the voice came up behind her in the women's locker room.
"Do I call you command to your face?" South continued to get dressed.
"It would be best you don't even turn around. I have good news and bad news. Good news is the ship is docking in 6 days, the bad news is I don't have a cover mission for you." Not that she tried very hard; she never liked South.
"Can I ask for a favor?" South said with a sigh.
"You can ask." The former pilot was not leaning on a locker.
"Can you get me intell on Agent York's location?"
"If you can give me a good reason." She rolled her eyes.
"When we escape we need a plan, a goal. Originally North wanted us to turn our selves in.- yeah not good. York was North's best friend, it would be a viable cover."
"I can get you intill but where the ship is docking is over 200 miles from York's last seen location." She said a little to happily.
"Even better; a reason to start running. Unless you can get me the keys to a vehicle."South already knew the answer.
"Sorry no, that would attract too much attention; hope you've been keeping up with your cardio. As for your intell; I'll put it in an external device and slip it in your locker within the next 24 hours."
"great." if nothing else once they were off the ship they would be on their own, free to make their own decisions.
True to her word she left agent South a chip with data on York's whereabouts.
"The ship docks in 5 days," she said holding her brother as they slept in the same bed, the same as when they were kids. She told herself it was to gain his trust, but another part of her wanted to fall asleep to the feeling of his warmth and sound of his heartbeat.
"What's your plan?" he asked.
"We run; we grab supplies, we find York, we survive." she said it with enough emotion to be believable.
In the days that followed they continued to train, and then on the day specified by 'command' they simply ran taking with armor their weapons and what ever food (rations) and medicine they could carry in 2 standard issue duffle bags. Both siblings had survivalist training and North was an expert hunter, and forager; they would be ok, (at least in the short term.)
They escaped the ship, plotting a course to Agent York's last known whereabouts. But the data was old and did not take in to account a certain future event involving Agent Texas. They headed west covering over 80 miles in 5 days, forcing themselves to keep get as much distance from the ship, stopping only to eat and sleep.
The days went by uneventfully until on day 6 they awoke to 2 rogue soldiers rooting through their weapons and supplies.
"They're asleep, why can't we just slit their throats and take everything?" said one voice.
North was awake (getting your brain fried over a hundred times makes one a very light sleeper) both he and his sister slept in their armor, so there was no way for the thieves to know if they were actually asleep.
"Unless you want to end up like my previous henchmen I would advise you to not underestimate former freelancers. We are ONLY after their supplies." it was the voice of Agent Wyoming.
North did a sweep kick from where he was laying as he sprang to his feet. He could now see there were 3 total; Wyoming and two henchmen.
"South, we have company." he said as he easily took on both henchmen at once.
South head straight for Wyoming, slamming him in to a rock, "How long have you been following us?" she said assuming he tracked them from the ship.
"It's not worth my time to follow you, our paths just happened to cross." In full armor his face was not visible, so she could not see him laughing at her. "Does he know? Does he know you never forgave him? Does he know you want him to see him die? How long before the greatest sniper goes completely blind?"
"Why are you here?" she said, focusing her strength on his throat hoping to choke him.
"There's more than one team to play for. I was dispatched to go after Agent Texas, but along the way I found a better deal." suddenly he felt the barrel of a gun to his head.
North had recovered their weapons and supplies but he still wanted to hear what Wyoming had to say for himself.
"North you've always been a good chap, Can I trouble you for a bit of your food and water; for a fellow victim of the treachery of project freelancer." Wyoming asked sweetly after all he had spared North's life (even though that technically wasn't his call.)
North lowered his weapon and opened his duffle bag.
"HE TRIED TO ROB US!" South was more than a little pissed.
"He was also are teammate and friend." This should have come as a surprise to no one. North was taught from an early age if you put others before yourself, God will provide. He had faith he could find food and water on his own, so even as his sister was giving him death glared he gave Wyoming half their supplies.
"I always knew I could count on your kindness; might I ask where you and your sister were heading?" Wyoming asked.
"We're going to find York, see if we can find a way to take down project freelancer." South answered (knowing full well the last part was bullshit.)
"Well you might wish to investigate the abandoned base at these coordinates." he said projecting a small map. The location was only a few hours away.
"Why?" South asked hesitantly.
"You will the find the answers that you seek." Wyoming stated; just vague enough to say 'for your kindness I think you deserve to know murdered your best friend; the person you thought was your ticket to salvation.'
"Let's get going, what do we got to lose?" North gathered the remaining supplies.
"That would depend on what's actually at those coordinates." South assumed it was a trap, but what they were destined to find would be so much worse.