Me: I'm amazed how far I've gotten. Just a few days, The Omalley saga was being made. Now I'm going though the meta saga. Any way, I'm back. You know who else is.

Rho: me!

Me:I was gonna say mass and Derek, but yeah, you too.

mass: Well, I'm ready to kick some ass.

me: I'm ready to write what their ready to read.

mass: Anonymous fanz don't own anyone except Derek, Psi, Rho, And west. His bro owns me.

me: Let's do this!

...

Mass's POV

I was at the station when the meta arrived. "Well, looks like it's time to settle this!" I said. We have been arguably the toughest freelancers, but now, we get to see who the best is. His AI fragments against Me. This should prove a test of more than one's superiority!

I charged him. We both punched each other, our fists colliding. Rho, direct power for the shields where we need it. Direct power for the strength unit where I'm hitting him. We began fighting each other. Rho gave me the advantage. Maine cloaked. Where could he be. I fired the spikers. They may use normal ammo, but they can still hit him. When they did, he decloaked. He fired his brute shot. I used shielding to block the impact. This could take a while.

...

west's POV

"There's the missing cycle." I said. The meta definitely is here.

"Yeah because, no one else in the Military would have a standard issue motorcycle, just like that."

"Actually, they issue the mongoose. Very similar, the cycles have more advanced tech in them. Trust me, Virge Knows project freelancer like the back of his hand. he built, designed, or found almost all of what they had." I assured.

"Also, the piles of dead bodies might have been a clue." Caboose said.

"Just keep your heads down, and your eyes open. I'm going to advance along that wall. You three take Delta and move up along the other side."

"Okay."

"Don't use the radio unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Okay."

"And don't make a move until I do."

"Okay."

"And no screw ups this time."

"Okay, are we gonna sit here on the beach all day, or are we gonna go get this thing?"

"We only have one chance at this before it gets back to full power. I can't take any chances that you guys are gonna botch this."

"I have the EMP. Which could—"

"no."

"Agent Washington, perhaps it would be best if I assisted you in battle rather than helping Caboose."

"no."

"Statistically speaking, a Freelancer would be much better trained to use my—"

"I said no. Now get going."

"West, I don't trust this guy." Church said.

"He just doesn't trust people. Most of his friends in project freelancer keep backstabbing him. They overexploited his trust. Virge had the foresight not to trust anyone. He doesn't even trust the UNSC, especially ONI. He never trusted them before, since they always are hiding something. He seems to think ever ONI agent wants his knowledge." I explained. "Take south for example. She helped kill her brother, and shot wash in the back, so she could get delta."

"What a bitch."

"It's not her fault though. Agent South Carolina took the AI she was originally assigned and one assigned to wash, just so she could become better than Tex. And that was because she thought Tex was using Omalley to do better Than her."

"Two of them? That would drive me nuts."

"Virge warned against it, but she insisted, and the director wanted the experiments done. So he let her. It drove her insane later, when he mentioned Alison, some one Virge knew from the war."

"I thought that was Tex."

"Sort of. The director created the project to perfectly replicate her using AI technology. "

"Wait, what?! You mean that wasn't—" church said.

" no it wasn't. When Tex found out, she left the project and got blamed for Maine's attempt to steal Gamma. When Virge learned was worse. He learned by stealing Epsilon, Wash's second assigned AI, after it went out of control. While he came back to ,aske sure RHO, an AI he created and gave to his friend Mass, wasn't in the wrong hands. Tex came back to kill the Director, with help from York. Carolina tried to stop her, and later had both her AI taken by agent Maine."

"Damn. That must really suck." He said.

"Warning. Enemy target detected."

"Which one Is Him." caboose asked.

"Mass must be beginning his own intercept. He and Maine had this rivalry sort of. Neither cared enough to try hard, but both were always one-uping each other." I said.

"Look, there's Wash."

"Hopefully the signal is obvious." I said.

"NOW!" Wash threw a plasma grenade. We all charged Maine. I fired a EMP grenade shot which he jumped out of the way of.

"Don't let him escape!" Mass yelled. "Shoot him!" Church fired. It hit a windmill blade.

"Dammit!" the shot ricocheted a couple times, eventually hitting Maine.

"I got it, yes! Did you see that what a shot! I'm awesome!"

"It only counts when you planned it, which you didn't." Mass said.

"Oh bullshit dude!"

...

"Look, there. Come on. Quietly."

"Okay."

"Hey, do you hear something?"

"Is that what I think it is?" I ask. Probably.

"What is that? Music?"

"The Reds are here!" I said.

"Look Wash, I don't know how they found us, or why they're here, but we don't have anything to worry about."

"They aren't any better than these two." I assured.

"Seriously. Not a thing. These guys are idiots. They can't do anything right."

"As long as Derek isn't with them we should be fine." I said.

"Kill them all!" I heard Dereks Voice.

"Crap."

...

Derek's POV

I was in the middle of the ghost town. I found a quad. I decided to take it and leave, since it was under some rubble. Who ever owned either lost it, or is dead.

I made my way to rats nest. I saw Simmons and Grif in trouble. I hit everyone except Grif with the quad As I turned. Even Simmons got his foot ran over. "Damnit!" the guys I hit got up. "Is everyone OK? I meant to hit only Grif." I clarified.

"Derek!? What are you doing here."

"It's complicated, but this guy is trying to kill me. Speaking of killed, are your guys OK?" I asked.

"Alright, now We're shooting all three of you." One guy said.

"But it was an accident." I said.

"Ready, aim, Fire!" i shot him.

"For attempted execution of a higher up, I sentence you to DEATH!" I said. I shotgun end everyone of them.

Then sarge came. "Derek? What the hell!"

"I killed them for insubordination. They attempted to kill me. Even though I'm a warrant Officer now."

"Your higher ranking than me! I Didn't believe this day would come." He said.

"So, Simmons, which one is the C.O." I asked.

"Grif is." He said.

"What!" since Grif isn't on my squad, I can't demote him.

"Your Sergeant has the same name as Grif? That's a disturbing coincidence."

"No no listen to me. Grif is our commander. He was promoted to Sergeant when you refused to relocate with us."

"But who's in charge!?"

"Sergeant Grif!"

"Okay see, I can hear you saying words, but it's like they don't match up in a way that makes sense. Did ya have a stroke?"

"Grif is a Sergeant. He's the same rank as you now."

"All right, let's go before the creepy guy comes after me again."

...

West's POV

Derek was attacking us. He may have Omalley. And he is high ranking enough to order his former allies. Not good.

"Where did these guys come from?"

"I have no clue!"

"Do you think they're working with the Meta?"

"Probably not. Derek knows the Meta is a threat. Either They probably want the blues Or Omalley is influencing Derek, who is in charge now." I explained.

"Look, there's Caboose."

"Is he dead?"

"Hold on. Let me pull up the biocomm. Check his pulse rate."

"Uh... you can monitor our vitals?"

"I can check on the whole squad during combat. Keeps me up to date. It doesn't work on you for some reason."

"That's because he is a robot." I said.

"What?"

"The blue team had one of the reds and their first robot captured, so they agreed to give them back in exchanged for two robots. Derek was reluctant, but he sabotaged both. One was a walking bomb, the other a pair of ears to listen in on them. This one was the bomb." I explained.

"Wait, he is a bomb?" Wash asked.

"Not any more. His bomb went off, had feedback with the first robots weather control device, Wyoming's Time distortion unit, and my slipspace unit, warping everyone present to a few months into the future." I said.

"We need to get to Caboose. My HUD says he's alive but hurt."

"I got him covered." I teleported to Caboose. I used my healing unit.

...

Derek's POV

We kept firing one the blues. "KEEP THE GUN FIRING! Don't let them escape!" I yelled.

"Yes sir." Simmons said.

"Grif, Distract them." I ordered. "Sarge, Get me some grenades."

"Red Team. Attention, Red Team. Cease fire. Cease, fire."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"We are not your enemy. My name is Agent Washington. I am part of a special taskforce— "

"Testing, te—holy shit, it does work! This is badass."

"Stop that!"

"Ah! Don't use that thing right next to me. You're killing my ears ya douche."

"Shut that blue guy up!" I yelled into the voice amp thing.

"I am a special agent. From Command!"

"And this is the voice of God. Give up your evil ways. Join the Blue Team—"

"yeah, well, if you're Command, then you'd know our secure code word, wouldn't you?" Sarge said.

"What? Oh right. Hold on one sec. The code word is... code word?"

"Crap. Well, stand down men." I said.

"Stand down? We outnumber them three to two. That's like a three with a two, that's thirty-two percent advantage. You carry the one."

"I don't wanna know how you came up with that, but you're actually right. What do you care though, I thought you loved giving up in the middle of battle."

"Doesn't mean I wanna die."

"DON'T QUESTION ME!"

"Don't question a superior officer Grif!" Sarge said.

"Grif, I want you to go to them and see what they want." I ordered.

"No. Derek, something about those Blues just doesn't feel right. And I have an uncanny sixth sense. So if you won't help me, I'll just have to get the local Reds to. This guy looks legit. Maybe he can help."

"DON'T QUESTION ME!"

"Hey there, soldier! What's your name?" I realized that was the Meta.

"Grif, Run. Toward the blues. Now!"

"Huh, sounds like somebody has a cold. Anyway, listen. I need your help with some—" The meta picked up a car."...thing. Wow. That's a cool trick. How did you do—"

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, ooooh God!"

"Shouldn't have questioned me!"