Title: RVB-Reassemble

Genre: Action/Humor/Romance

Rating: T for strong language, strong violence, crude humor, sexual humor, a lot of nut shots, and sexist remarks.

Pairings: Red Team/Ooc/Blue Team

Summary: With a rivalry still going on between Red and Blue, Command Center finally gets fed up and sends in someone to straighten them out. A former Freelancer named Tennessee.

Warning: Spoiler Alert! If you haven't seen Season Nine yet, just be warned that there's a slight spoiler in here. Just so that you're warned now.

Chapter Ten

Mother of Invention-Project Freelancer Mobile Command Center

Nine Years Ago

"Hey, Wash. Wait up!"

Agent Washington turned around when he heard a familiar voice call after him. He was not surprised to see one of his good friends, Agent North Dakota hurrying after him. It had been a little while since they had seen each other. Both of them had been rather busy with their missions and such.

"Listen," North Dakota began as he walked beside Washington. "I heard you had a meeting with Internals."

"Oh, you did?" Washington asked quite surprised. He didn't think anyone would have heard about it. No one was suppose to know that he had been talking to the higher ups about everything that was going on.

North Dakota nodded as he reached over and nudged his fellow Freelancer. "Yeah, do you mind if I ask what it was about?" He asked, sounding a little worried.

Washington pulled a face but shook his head as he looked away from him. "Hm…not really supposed to talk about that." He openly admitted. He knew that if he would have, he would have gotten into trouble. And that was the last thing he wanted right at the moment.

"Help me out here….." North groaned giving Wash's arm another nudge. "I'm still getting heat about using equipment in the field." He said, somewhat smugly as he turned away from his fellow Freelancer. He knew that it was just going to egg Wash on to asking about it.

"You did?" Wash asked spinning around to look at his friend with surprise. Really? Without a pipeline back to the Command Server?"

Bingo.

Grinning under his helmet, North turned with a shrug and a nod. He loved getting under Wash's skin with his awesomeness. "I had to improvise. We had a problem." He stated.

Wash snorted as he turned with his friend and started walking again. He had a feeling he knew exactly what he was talking about. He and everyone else knew exactly how a certain twin sister of North's was such a loose cannon. It was amazing that she was even still alive. "Let me guess," He paused for an effect. "Are you related to the problem?" He asked in a teasing way.

North held up his hands with a short chuckle. "Okay, now I don't wanna talk about it." He said sharing a light laugh with Wash.

Wash hummed after a moment before shaking his head and looked over at North with a frown under his helmet. "Equipment in the field. Y'know, don't forget what happened to Utah during training. You're lucky it didn't kill you." He told him.

"If I was lucky," North remarked with a short huff. "I wouldn't have needed to use it at all."

Wash shrugged, seeing his point. He knew very well that all of these enhancements were just special tools, a way of hiding a good soldier's true potention. "Well, you can relax. Internals didn't ask about you." He frowned as he glanced over his shoulder when he heard running. He saw a few OSTs hurrying past him and North, seemingly in a hurry. He frowned but didn't question of why they were running. "It was something else, lots of questions about insurrection and transmissions coming out of our..."

Just then, someone bumped into his arm, knocking him forward a little. The soldier who had done it, stumbled a little before whirling around as if to demand an apology from who had been in his way but he immediately stopped when he saw that it was one of the Freelancers. "Sorry, sir!" He immediately stated.

Wash frowned at him before looking forward where some of his pals were calling back to him to hurry it up before diving around a corner. "Hey, what's going on?" He looked at the soldier who bumped into him. "Soldier, where is everybody running to?" He asked firmly.

The soldier tossed his hand over his shoulder as if pointing something out. "New agent squaring off against Maine, Wyoming and York on the training room floor. We're going to watch!" He turned quickly and began running again. "Hey, guys, wait up!" He called after them as he went.

There was a brief pause between Wash and North as they stared after him before looking at one another. "Three on one?" It was the latter to ask.

"I gotta see this." Wash stated, already moving.

North nodded quickly as he followed after him. "Yeah, right behind you."

Both hurried down the hall towards the training room to watch this so called new Agent. They were definitely curious to see what the new guy was even made out of. They could only hope that he was good because squaring off with York, Wyoming and Maine at the same time? That was talking about some serious trouble.

"Sir, I was checking the individual stat sheets for each of the Agents and I kind of found that some of them are more impressive than we realized. And some of them are not." The young IT stated as she walked beside the man of importance. "I was wondering if I could perform a couple of procedures of observation with some of the Agents. You know..."

"That won't be necessary, Am." The tall, slightly older man stated as he looked lazily at her. "We already have operatives doing that. So you won't need to take any part in it at all. You will do the job that is required of you. Not concentrate on other jobs. I already have enough operatives and scientists working with the Freelance Agents. You won't be doing that. You will be doing what I told you will be doing." He told her, sounding a little chastising.

The pretty young woman with strawberry blond hair pulled into a bun dipped her head a little, looking away. She felt her face flush for getting reprimanded by the Director. That wasn't something she liked to do at all. She had only been there for a day and she was already making her new boss annoyed. It did not exactly add up on her self esteem list. It didn't even help that all she could do was be an assistant to the Director. And that obviously fit in the personal assistant job description. Something she hadn't been wanting but as long as she was a part of the Freelance Project...sort of...she was happy.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean..." She said with a light sigh.

"If I might interrupt, Director. I could use a little help with some of the calculations of the AI analyses." someone rather...metallic like spoke up.

The young red head looked up only to see quite the sight flicker into view. She had to suck in air to see the ghostly image of a rather handsome young man, whom seemed quite familiar to her. He actually...looked like the Director in a way. Only younger and more handsome. Now if only he didn't look like a ghost of some sort.

It only took her a moment to realize that it was an AI!

The Director, however, gave the AI a very dry look, as if he wasn't impressed that it had showed itself to his new assistant. "What did I tell you?" He asked dryly.

The AI merely shrugged as if he hadn't done anything wrong, though there was a smug smile on his transparent face. "What? I just wanted to greet the new assistant. Come on, man. I've been stuck in the system all day, doing all of those calculations. It would be so much better if I had a little help with all of those numbers and blah, blah, blah. And you know, the whole shebang." He stated.

The new assistant had to cover her mouth to keep herself from giggling out loud. She knew if she did that, there would be so much trouble with her new boss. The gesture, unfortunately, was noticed and the Director gave her a rather blank look. She winced and ducked her head in apology. She really hadn't want to get on his bad side but it looks like she was getting there.

"Ah, come on, Leo! Give her a break. She's new." The AI remarked impatiently as he noticed the look that the Director was giving the new assistant. He received the blank look in return but he merely shrugged. "I don't mean anything by it, man. But give her a chance. I actually took a peek at her files and I don't think she's suited for being a personal assistant. She has some really high scores in Intelligence gathering. Just give her a chance to try it. If she fails, then she can be your personal slave. But I highly doubt it."

The Director somewhat glared at the AI before he merely glanced at the slight blush on his assistant's face. A mild smirk formed on his face before he shrugged. "Very well, Alpha. A trial period then." He looked at the sudden astonished look on his new assistant's face, remaining passive. "You're very lucky to have my AI sticking his neck out for you, Am. I suggest you don't disappoint him."

A spark of excitement was raising up inside of the assistant as she looked at the Director with astonishment. She almost didn't reply at all but continued staring. But shaking herself out of her stupor, she shook her head and did her best to hide her excitement smile. "Oh...n-no, sir! I...I won't!" She told him.

"Good. Now then," The Director started to say as he turned back to the AI, Alpha. "I will want..."

Suddenly there was sound of an explanation and the alarms began blaring out all around the three, making them look around in surprise.

"Alpha! Report!" The Director suddenly barked, looking sternly at the AI.

"Uh...! Oh! It looks like it's coming from the Training Simulation room, Director! The one where your new Agent was being tested! Looks like some of our Agents got carried away with Agent Texas and set off a grenade. Doesn't look too pretty though. I think there were a few people hurt...hey!" Alpha started in surprise.

During his explanation of what was happening, the assistant felt her heart jolt in her chest when she heard what he said about the new agent, Agent Texas. Her face paled at the thought that something might have happened to the new Agent. She couldn't imagine what had happened and she really hoped that it wasn't terrible.

So it couldn't be helped that she let out a sharp gasp before whirling around and running as fast as she could down the hall, leaving behind a surprised AI and a frowning Director. She knew she probably shouldn't have done that but she needed to know what happened to her sister.

"FILISS, we need a medic to the training floor STAT!" The sky blue colored Freelancer, Agent Carolina snapped as she looked on with horror with the others.

"Medical team en route. Please remain calm."The female voice of the computer stated in a calm and passive way.

It didn't help that no one really listened to the computer. All of the Freelancers who had been watching the Training Simulation between their three familiars and the new Agent were rushing towards the entrance to the room and hurrying out to the dark scorched area where the grenade had gone off.

"York! York!" Carolina shouted as she ran straight for the now nearly black coated, purple painted Freelancer who laid motionless on the ground. "Get over here now!" She demanded as medics came running into the room.

"Ouhhhh..." The injured Freelancer groaned as he slowly came back into consciousness.

The sky blue Freelancer dropped to one knee and looked him over, even as the medical team hurried to aid him. "Come on, York! Hang in there!" She said, a hint of panic in her tone. It was obvious that she was extremely worried about her fellow Freelancer.

A violent purple and lime green Freelancer shook her head as she looked on with the others in shock. "Can't believe she did that to him." She murmured, shaking her head even more.

A few heads whipped around when they heard the largest Freelancer of the lot growling at a medic who was trying to check him over for injuries. It wasn't a surprise that he didn't want their assistance. He always had been a stubborn asshole who didn't like asking for help.

"She shot his armor, sacrificed him." South Dakota went on, ignoring the argument that the medic was trying to start up with the imitating large Freelancer.

The dark gray and yellow Freelancer, Washington shook his head as he watched the medical team load York onto a stretcher and was starting to check his vitals. "Lockdown hardens the armor, South. She probably saved his life." He tried to argue in the new Agent's case.

The violet and green colored Freelancer, North Dakota nodded his approval as he spared a glance over at the black colored Freelancer. "Quick thinking." He added his impute.

Carolina made a suspicious sound as she turned to look at the new Agent. She didn't like it. There was something kind of fishy with the new Agent. That, or the fact that she just didn't like her. "Yeah, real quick thinking." She asked dourly.

Suddenly a gasp caught their attention and heads turned to see where it had come from. All of the Freelancers were surprised to find a young woman standing in the door way, looking around with alarm at the travesty that had just happened. It was someone that they didn't recognize at all. And usually, they knew everyone at the Command Central.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be in here!" Carolina suddenly barked as she began stomping towards the girl.

The new assistant, however, didn't seem to have heard her, even with the loud alarms blaring out. She just looked around with wide eyes before they fell onto the black armored Freelancer; only then did she breath out in a sigh of relief.

That is until she felt someone roughly grab her arm and jerk her attention towards them.

"Ow!" The assistant yelped before looking up with wide eyes at the sky blue Freelancer glaring at her from beneath her amber colored visor. "Wh-what?"

"Get out of here, civilian! You're not allowed in here! How did you get into Command Central anyway?" Carolina snapped before she shushed the girl loudly when she tried to make her protest. She turned with a jerk and shoved her towards Wash, who caught her around the shoulders before she could stumble over her feet and land on her face. "Wash! Take her to the Brigg! We'll report this breech to the Director and he can have her put in lock up!"

"Uh..." Wash's only reply as he held on to the girl. He was just as surprised as the rest to see this new face; though he couldn't help but think that she was somewhat cute. Even with a scowl on her face as she tried to glare at the sky blue Freelancer.

"Let go of me!" The girl snapped as she tried to jerk out of his grip. She couldn't believe that she was even being roughly man handled by Freelancers on her first day. "I am authorized to be in here! I am...!" She was trying to explain.

"Shut up, civilian! Wash, get her the fuck out of here...!" Carolina was demanding.

"HEY!" came a very angry and dangerous shout from behind them.

Once again, heads whipped around to see who was now shouting at them only to find that Agent Texas was now stomping towards them and looking ready to start kicking faces in. Her fists were balled up as she stormed forward and it was clear what her targets were. She was literately radiating with fury as she stormed forward towards them.

"Get your fucking hands off of her! NOW!" Agent Texas snapped, viciously.

Immediately, Wash ripped his hands away from the girl, raising them in surrender as he stepped back. He had just watched what Agent Texas had done to York, Maine and Wyoming and he wasn't looking forward to sharing the fate as they just received right at the moment.

The new assistant scampered away from the Freelancers and over to the new Agent, who immediately wrapped an arm around her, surprising everyone else. She started rubbing her arms where she had been grabbed by Carolina, knowing that there were probably going to be bruises there later on.

Still glaring at her new team mates, the black armored Agent tilted her head towards the girl before facing her completely. "Are you all right, Am? Did they hurt you?" She demanded roughly.

The girl quickly shook her head. "No! It's okay, All...uh...Tex! It was just a misunderstanding! They just don't know who I am yet!" She quickly told her trying to divert her sister's anger.

"Then why don't you tell us who the hell you are, civilian!" Carolina snapped, her arms folded across her armor.

Growling, Texas snapped her attention onto the sky blue Agent before starting forward. She wasn't going to let this...bitch get off for calling her sister that. Nor talking to her in such a way.

But the girl quickly caught her arm and shook her head vigorously at her. It surprised all that the black armored Agent relented and stayed right where she was at. The new assistant turned to all of the gawking Freelancers, trying to smile in such a friendly way. "Hello! I'm the Director's new assistant and Intelligence Agent. You can call me Am!" She said enthusiastically.

The Freelancers gawked in surprise before South Dakota scoffed and folded her arms, imitating Carolina. "The Director's assistant? Yeah right." She spoke coolly. "Why would he need an assistant like you? You look like a little nobody who doesn't even belong here."

Again, Texas growled viciously and started to take a step forward. She even jerked away when Am reached for her arm. "Don't you dare fucking say that about her! She's a lot more useful than you are, bitch!" She snarled.

Snarling right back, South started forward only to have North catch her arms and try to hold her back. It wasn't an easy task, however. "You want to fucking repeat that, noob? You just fucking got here! So you will not talk to me like that!" She snapped, trying to jerk out of North's grip.

"South! Stop!" North begged.

"You want to have a go, bitch? I can take you any time, anywhere!" Tex snapped, even as Am grabbed her arm and tried to pull back.

"Tex! Please don't start fighting with them!"

"Everyone! Stand down, now!"

The minute they all heard the Director's voice snap out was when every Freelancer, minus Texas straightened ramrod straight and quickly scurried to get into a line of respect. All eyes had snapped to him, watching as he approached them with his hands folded behind his back. He did not look amused whatsoever.

"Director, sir." Carolina spoke up first and was quickly followed by the others.

The Director gave her a stern look before shaking his head as he looked them all over. He still did not look amused. But instead of saying anything, he looked over at Am, who smiled faintly and bowed her head in respect to him. "Am, are you all right, my dear?" He asked, somewhat softly than before, startling the Freelancers.

Am nodded quickly as she adverted her eyes to the floor. "Yes, sir. It was just a misunderstanding, sir." She told him.

"Director, sir? What is going on...?" The dark brown armored Freelancer called Connecticut started to ask.

But the Director gave her a scathing look that made her shut up very fast. He continued to stare coldly at her before he lift his head and took to standing directly in front of the Freelancers; ignoring the fact that Texas hadn't joined the line but stood beside Am. "You should be ashamed o' yourselves. I expect you to act as a team. Not disrespecting new team members of this facility."

All but Carolina cringed at the tone that the Director was using. They knew they were in trouble.

The sky blue Agent, however, lift her head higher. "Permission to speak freely, sir?" She requested.

"Denied." The Director said coolly and it surprised all of them. That was not something that happened every day at all. There had never been a time where he had ignored Carolina's request. "Right now, I am speaking, Carolina. And for starters, allow me to introduce you to our new team members." He motioned to Am, who looked shyly at the Freelancers. "This is Am, as she had stated, my new assistant and Intelligence officer. You will treat her as you would with me. And if that order is ignored, you can very well see yourselves marked down for insubordination." he said sternly before motioning to the black Agent next. "And you've already met Agent Texas." He turned a stern look onto South next, giving her a very dark look. "As it is, you will apologize to Am right now, South Dakota, for your disrespectful remark towards her and Agent Texas."

For a second, South gave him a look as if he was kidding but seeing the cold, dark look he was giving her, she quickly looked at the two new women of the team. "I'm sorry. I was rude and it was uncalled for."

Am smiled faintly at her and nodded while Texas made a gesture that clearly said that she was rolling her eyes under her helmet. "It's okay, South Dakota. We forgive you." The younger sister said before wincing when Texas snorted loudly.

"To add onto that, you will show Am respect and will not hassle her." The Director continued as if nothing had ever happened. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Immediately the Freelancers barked.

The Director gave a sharp nod as he looked them over with a firm look before turning to Carolina. "What happened in the training room? Why did it sound like a bomb had gone off?" He asked dead panned.

Carolina shook her head as she stood ramrod straight and kept her face straight forward. "It got a little messy, sir. The training simulation was quite impressive in Agent Texas' part. She took all three; Agents New York, Maine and Wyoming down in all three training sims. Until the last one, sir." She told him in a soldier like tone.

"What do you mean?" The Director asked frowning.

It was Washington who decided to answer that one. "They used live ammunition on the floor, sir. That's against regulations." He stated, firmly.

The Director scoffed softly and shook his head as he gave Wash a rather dry look. "Do you think our enemies will care about regulations on the battlefield, Agent Washington?" He lectured sternly.

Wash looked somewhat take a back about what he just said. "So, y-you're not punishing them?" He asked, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. He saw the others glancing at him but he paid no mind. He knew they were just as surprised as he was.

"Ingenuity, and adaptability are admirable traits." The Director stated before looking over as the medical team was rolling York past them on the stretcher. He merely shook his head before looking back at the other Freelancers. "You should all learn something from this. Dismissed." He stated before turning away and looking at Tex and Am.

One of the medics had hurried over to check the black armored agent over, touching her arm. But Tex jerked away, glaring at her as she covered her arm with her other hand. "Don't touch me!" She snapped at him, which he quickly apologized. She even waved Am off when she noticed that her arm was sparking up a little.

"Good work for your training simulation, Agent Texas. I will review it of course and see what was done that lead up to the explosion. Which, I am looking forward to." The Director stated before turning to see the departing Freelancers. His dark eyes landed on Washington, who seemed to be arguing with Agent Connecticut about something. "Agent Washington!" He called after him.

Immediately the gray and yellow armored Agent turned back and hurried back to see what the Director needed. He really wasn't the only one to have stopped from leaving the room, however. "Sir?" He merely asked respectfully.

The Director shook his head before motioning to Agent Texas and Am. "Before you are relieved from training for the day, I want you to show our two new team members around. They will need to know where to go for future projects and such. So give them a tour of the entire facility before taking your relief." He ordered before giving the two ladies a sharp nod. His dark eyes, however, fell on the younger one. "Am, you will begin your duties first thing in the morning. Until then, pay attention to the tour. You will be accessing many of the rooms while doing your job. Understood?"

Am quickly bobbed her head with a smile. "Understood, Mr. Director, sir. And thank you for the chance you've given me. I won't let you down." She told him.

Again, The Director nodded before he turned and walked away, seemingly to be following the medical teams that were taking York.

For a moment there was a brief awkward silence as both ladies turned to Wash, who was scratching at his helmet as if trying to itch his head. But then he shrugged and dropped his hand, other than offering the other one to Am. "Well, I guess I better start with introducing myself. I'm Agent Washington. Welcome to the Freelance Project." He stated in a friendly tone. "You can call me Wash. Everyone else does."

Smiling brightly right back at him, Am took his hand and gave it a light shake. "Hello, Agent Washington…..er…Wash. As I already said, I'm Am. And this is Al…." She paused from introducing Tex. She knew very well that the Freelancers couldn't go by their real names. Only their state names that had been given to them.

"Agent Texas. Tex, if you want to make it short." Tex remarked rather dryly, not accepting the offered hand by Wash. She folded her arms across her chest before jerking her helmet towards the younger woman next to her. "And I'll appreciate it if you apologize to my sister for grabbing her like you did."

"Sister?" Wash asked, surprised before looking between the two. "Oh, well…..I didn't know….."

"Hey, mind if I butt in?" North suddenly cut in as he pushed Wash right off to the side and earning a rather dark look from his friend. He offered his hand to Am and was obviously grinning under his helmet at her. "The name's North for North Dakota! Nice to meet you, Am, Tex! Glad you're both here! This should be pretty interesting with you both around."

Am smiled as she shook North's hand before she noticed that the other Freelancers had come back over to them. She eyed South, who had her arms folded defensively across her chest. She couldn't help but feel like that the female Freelancer wasn't particular happy with North being so cheerful to a 'nobody' like her. "South Dakota." Was her only cold introduction.

It couldn't be helped that Am felt slightly uneasy around her. She knew for a fact that it was going to be hard getting along with this one. She instead looked at the dark brown armored Freelancer, who waved at her in a somewhat friendly way.

"I'm Connecticut. Connie or C.T. for short." The dark brown armored woman spoke up.

Looking to the last Freelancer, Am was somewhat cowed as she saw that the sky blue one; Carolina, really hadn't joined her fellow Freelancers to greeting her and Tex. She was standing far back, looking quite cross. But she noticed that Am was looking her way, she shook her head before spinning away and marching out of the room.

"Don't worry about that one, Am. Carolina's not always a cold hearted bitch." North stated when he and the others noticed how uneasy that the new girl was eyeing their fellow Freelancer. "She's just got to warm up to ya." He then looked her over before shrugging. "So, Am. You're the Director's new personal slave, eh? Did anyone tell you that you're kind of hot?"

Immediately, Am's face flushed bright red and she looked towards the ground. She didn't even look up when Tex began growling a warning at the forwardness of North.

"Okay, okay. Let's not crowd the new ladies, North." Wash said quite sourly before he looked at the blushing assistant and her black armored sister. "Come on, you two. I'll show you around." He told them.

Am smiled, her face slightly still pink but she offered the other Freelancers a friendly wave before following after Tex and Wash.

The three walked out into the hall way and began the tour around the facility. But even as they walked, both of the sisters noticed that Wash was glancing between them. He noticed and shrugged as if he wasn't doing anything wrong. "So, you're sisters huh?" He asked innocent enough.

Am smiled at him and nodded as she looked up at the much taller individual next to her. "Uh-huh. Tex is older than me by two years." She told him, glancing at her sister, who kept looking forward as if she wasn't even going to bother putting in her impute.

Wash whistled, however. "Wow. The only sibs I know are North and South. And their twins." He then tilted his head to the side, still looking down at Am. "So, why aren't you apart of the Freelance Project like Tex? They sometimes do that. So why….." He was saying.

Frowning up at him, Am shook her head. "I AM apart of the Project." She stated firmly. "I may not be a Freelancer but I am helping with the Project. I know I'm an assistant of the Director's but I am also going to start helping out with the Intelligence gathering. I may be helping with your training, in an academic sort of way. I will be conducting some of the exercises and such, too. I'll even be writing the mission reports for you."

"And in all honesty, she should be a Freelance Agent. The stupid dumbass Test Advisors screwed her over by saying that she didn't qualify." Tex spoke up, her tone very hard. So it was obvious to Wash that she wasn't pleased about Am's situation at all. She noticed Wash giving her a puzzled look on the matter, however. But she shook her head and made a scowling noise as she folded her arms. "According to them, she's nothing but shit. But it's bull shit! She is fast and very smart. So she should have been given a chance!"

"It's okay, Tex. I don't mind." Am said, though the tone of her voice said otherwise. So it was clear that she wasn't happy not being an Agent either.

"O-kay. Well, anyway," Wash said slowly as he looked between the sisters before smiling. "So, you're with us then. That's cool. I look forward to working and getting to know you. So…..if you want, why don't we start getting to know each other over a cup of coffee or perhaps lunch?"

Am blushed as she realized what he was doing. She couldn't believe that he was the second person to compliment her like that. She hoped that this wouldn't be an everyday thing. It was her first day and she was already getting hit on.

However, Tex gave a low growl before grabbing Am's arm and pulling her to her other side so she wouldn't be walking beside Wash. And for an added affect of warning, she swung the back of her hand and lightly whipped out at his codpiece between his legs.

Yelping in surprise, Wash jumped back away from her. "What the hell? What was that for?" He gasped.

"Stay the hell away from my sister, creep! She don't need any distractions like that! She's still trying to prove herself to the Director! Come on, Am. We'll find our own way around the facility. We don't need some pervert Freelancer hitting on you doing it!" Tex growled as she began dragging her away from Wash.

"Actually," came an amused chuckle, making both sisters stop suddenly and look around. It was a familiar voice to Am, however. She had just met the owner not too long ago as it was. So she wasn't too surprised when the AI, Alpha flickered into view, surprising her older sister, however. He had a rather cheeky looking smile on his face as he looked in between Tex and Wash, as if he had found what she had done hilarious. So it was obvious that he had been there for a while, watching and listening to them. "Why don't I show you around? I can give better explanations to the facility than Agent Washington can." He looked right at Am, who smiled brightly when she saw him. He grinned right back and waved at her. "Hi again!"

Tex gave her younger sister quite the surprised look. "You know this thing?" She asked, taken aback.

Am smiled at her but nodded. "I just met him not long ago. And he's a he, not a thing, Tex. So be nice to him. He is actually who recommended me to doing the Intelligence Gathering. Alpha," She looked at the AI, smiling. "This is my sister, Agent Texas. But you can call her Tex."

"Nice to meetch'a, Tex!" The AI greeted enthusiastically.

Tex gave him a rather suspicious look before shrugging as she tilted her head to the side. "I guess I can say the same thing. As long as you don't try and hit on me and my sister." She said dryly.

Alpha chuckled as he glanced over at Wash, who looked quite undignified about getting a nutshot by the new Agent. He was watching the younger sister, however. Shaking his head, the AI looked back at the two. "No. I have more manners than that. I know how to behave myself by watching interactions between humans that some females do not appreciate such courtships on the first day meetings by males. Therefore, I'll mind myself just this time." He said in a cheeky way.

It couldn't be helped that Am laughed before shaking her head. She was finding Alpha a lot tolerable than anyone else so far. He was an interesting fellow, that was for sure. "Thank you for your consideration, Alpha. That's very kind of you."

"Kind is my middle name, my lady!" The AI said in a teasing way before making a face. "Well, actually, I don't have a middle name. It's just Alpha. But you know what I mean. Anyway, I do know who both of you are, though. I am capable of pulling up personal files so I am aware of your names. But if you prefer the names you introduced yourself as, I will respect that."

"You sure like to talk, don't you?" Tex asked somewhat dryly but there was a hint of amusement in her tone.

For a moment, Alpha looked embarrassed for an AI. But it passed quickly as he shrugged. "I guess so. It's just I don't get to talk to anyone very much. Especially the Freelancers. It's not often that we have the time to have a chat like this. Not that they talk to me anyway. I hope you don't mind." He said, hesitating now.

Am quickly shook her head as she waved a hand at him. "No! Not at all! We don't mind, do we, Tex?" She asked, looking at her sister.

Tex was quiet for a moment as if she was debating on it before she shrugged. She made an amused sound as she looked right at the AI. "No. I don't mind either. It's nice to meet you, Alpha. At least you have manners into not trying to hit on my sister." She shot Wash a look, who somewhat cringed at the look.

Alpha chuckled but nodded as he gave her a cheeky smile. "Ditto, Miss Tex!" He said rather cheerfully.

Tex groaned but laughed at the same time, along with Am. "Oh, my god. You did not just say Ditto, did you? That is so retro!" She laughed.

Alpha laughed right with them before he seemed to step off to the side and swept an arm to the side as if he was welcoming them to an escort. "Ladies, shall we begin the tour?" He asked them. Then he began walking…..or…..somewhat floating across the air in front of them as he began to explain the entire Freelance Facility. Even with a sour look following after them by Wash.

As the sisters walked and listened to Alpha, Am looked away as they were passing by a hall and spotted a rather green looking Freelancer having a chat with another one. He, however, had his helmet off, so Am could see what he looked like. He had sandy blonde hair that was cropped cut and his skin was a somewhat dark tan. He seemed to have sensed eyes on him because he turned away from his fellow Agent and looked directly at her. He had dark, unsettling eyes. The very look in them sent a chill right through the young woman, causing her to shudder.

Immediately, Am tore her eyes away from the Freelancer that she would soon learn to be called Agent Nebraska. She didn't know what it was about that one but she didn't like it. There was something about him, even from first glance that sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know if she would ever want to interact with him.

But even as she tried to listen to Alpha explain about the facility, she still could feel those eyes burning into her back, watching her go.