April 26th 2550 _ Mother of Invention-Hanger Bay _ 1200 hours Reach Time
After a stopping by the Locker Room and readying their gear, they all made their way to the Hanger for departure. Carolina, Washington and Emma were the last to arrive. The first team had already departed and was making their way planet side. Texas was talking to Michigan when she spotted them as soon as they arrived and waved them over.
"Hey new best friend!" She called out. Carolina groaned to herself which could be heard among the three of them.
"F**k. How long will that last."
Emma smirked to herself at her mothers remark. "wow, swear much." She said quietly to herself. Carolina turned to her. Emma could see the raised brow even through her VISR. "You never swore around me. Its kind of weird hearing it out loud."
"Carolina you should learn not to-"
"Shut up Wash." They made it to Texas, standing by the Pelican. Michigan had disappeared. "Hey Texas, has the other team gone yet?"
"Yeah, they should be in position by the time we pass through the New Alexandria air-space. How are you doing sweet-heart?" She referred to Emma.
"I'm doing good. I'm just excited to go on one of these Freelancer missions with you guys." She said with much enthusiasm. It made the grown ups smile. "And I promise not to get kidnapped again."
Just then metal footsteps were heard from inside the hold of the ship. Out from the hold came their favorite pilot, FourSevenNiner. "Hey can one of you guys help with those crates? Some ordinance in case we need it." The pilot asked.
Before anyone could make an excuse on why they couldn't do so, Emma volunteered, walking over to the crate. "I got it." She exclaimed. No one said anything.
As she walked by FourSevenNiner realized who she was. "Hey wait your Wash and Carolinas kid, right? From the future?"
"Yeah thats me."
The pilot looked her over awhile, taking in her whole form. "Aren't you a little short to be an agent?"
"Aren't you a little short to be a, StormTrooper?" Emma marked back. FourSevenNiner turned back to the grown ups.
"I like this kid." And went back inside the ship.
Emma took one of the crates and waked it over to the and then placed it on top of the other crates that were already stacked inside the drop ship. She couldn't stop herself from taking a peek inside. The only thing she could make out was a RailGun. ARC-920's. One of the newer models. She was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps coming from behind. The ship almost sunk a little from the massive weight. She turned around to see Agent Maine approaching with another crate. She stood aside to give him room. He placed the crate down and turned to face her and she froze.
"monster." She whispered to herself. He haunted her nightmares when she was little. She could still remember her vivid dreams, what she did to her parents. Maine growled something she couldn't understand. She perceived is as threatening and started backing away from him. "monster" she said to herself again. She kept backing away until she hit the wall behind her..
"Hey, heads up!" Michigan cried from outside and tossed one last crate inside. Maine managed to catch it just in time.
"Hey carful with those, their holding grenades remember!" FourSevenNiner cried out.
"How was I supposed to know that?" Michigan asked.
"It says so on the box!"
Michigan took a minute to examine the words (CAUTION-GRENADES-INSIDE) written on the box. "Wow I'm blind." Among the confusion Emma managed to slip away from Maine's (fake) wrath and to safety at Michigan's side. Washington later joined them.
"Hey Emma, you alright?" He could tell she was startled by something.
"Uh, yeah. I'm okay."
Washington raised an eyebrow but let the matter go. FourSevenNiner announced that they were ready for the mission and will be leaving soon. Everyone began boarding the shuttle and taking their seats. Well except for Michigan who had disappeared again. The only ones left outside were Carolina and York who just had to talk about something and didn't want anyone, specifically Washington or Emma, listening in.
"Seriously York we need to-"
"Just give me a second Carolina please." Carolina turned to face him. "You can't really be buying this bullsh*t can you?"
"What bullsh*t!"
"That kid!" York pointed at Emma in the back of the ship. She stuck her tongue out at him. "For all we know she could be a spy. Or an hitman..."
"York stop. She's non of those things she's and everything she's says is true. She's our daughter. She's even looks like me."
"But that can't be possible because-"
"What can't be possible?" Carolina stood in front of him with both fists clenched. "What can't be possible?! That she's my daughter or mine the Washington's daughter!" She honestly didn't want believe that Emma was right about him. that he would cause trouble.
York stayed silent. He was contemplating which response would not get him punched in the face. "Look I just figured because I thought that, we..."
"I'm going to stop you right there York." Carolina turned around towards the Pelican. York reached out to her but she snapped at him. "We are NOT having this discussion again!"
Carolina took the seat beside Emma, now furious inside. She turned to look at Emma and then the anger dissipated. She rustled up her hair a little and then gave her a small kiss on the top of her head. The cockpits door opened and out came Michigan, turning to their opposite side. With York, Texas and Maine.
"Hey, move your butt man."
Maine growled something at him, something intimidating. "Come on dude." Maine growled louder. Washington understood it as a threat. "If you don't scoot I will not watch the Toy Story Marathon with you." Maine remained silent for a second and then scooted aside, making room for the victor.
Emma watched the large brute pull out his weapon and began to sharpen its large blade. She didn't want to imagine how much pain he had caused with that. How much he hurt her parents. "monster."
April 26th 2550 _ New Alexandria-Traxus Tower _ 1500 hours Reach Time
Among the few gadgets Emma brought from the future was a small hand-held Plasma Cutter. A reengineered Plasma Pistol which fires a short stream of Super-Heated-Plasma. Perfect for cutting a large hole into the reinforced steel walls of a fortified facility. The large piece of wall fell from its hole but was caught by an agent before crashing to the floor. Carolina, Washington, Emma, Michigan, and York snuck out and made their way to the vault. Texas and Maine had to split off to assist the other team.
The motion tracker detected a few hostiles approaching from down the hall. "We've got enemies coming in." Washington said. Emma raised her gun but Michigan stood first.
"Hold up kid, I got this."
The agents arrived to the door. There was a holographic lock on the door. That was unsuspected.
"York can you get that open." Carolina commanded more then asked. Washington and Emma could detect a hint anger.
"Look I'll do my best but these holographic locks are high-end. It might take awhile for..."
"I'll get it." Emma called and walked over to the Lock much to York's dismay.
"Look kid, it takes years of training to perfect just basic security systems. I don't think you can handle something this adva-"
"...Annnnd open, sesame.." And just like that the vault door opened without a problem. "I also disabled the motion sensors and the camera's are playing on a loop. We shouldn't have a problem." York was too annoyed from being defeated by a 18 year old girl.
Washington and Carolina walked passed them and into the vault while praising Emma on her success. Much to York's annoyance. "Great job sweetie." Carolina called and then Washington and Emma fist bumped. As York passed by Emma lifted her hand for a hive five. He just shook his head and walked past her. Hive five denied.
Emma entered the vault and sealed the door behind her. There were several tables with various types of weapons. Human or other wise. Emma knew who this building belonged to. She was really wishing she could do something about these. Maybe sabotage or even destroy these weapons. Then some time in the future Charon Industries wouldn't be able to use them against the people of Chorus. So much she could do to change the future, but doing so she could damage the fabric of time and space. She could't risk that.
"Damn." Carolina said aloud calling the attention of her teammates. She grabbed one of the Storm Rifles off the table. She held button on the side and the cylinder began to spin. "This stuff is high tech. We don't have this kind of stuff back on board."
Washington grabbed one of the other weapons off another table. A Plasma Caster. Holding by its closed panels and looking into the barrel. "What the hell is this, some sort of Grenade launcher."
"Your looking down the barrel dad." Emma said and trying hard to not laugh.
Washington immediately pushed the weapon away from his face. "Oh I know that."
Carolina smiled under her helmet, but she saw York visibly flinch from Emma referring to Washington as 'dad'. There conversation still in the back of her mind she had to make sure to keep a certain distance from her family.
"Thats a Type-53 Plasma Bolt Launcher Dad. A Plasma Caster." Washington grabbed the Plasma Caster correctly this time and took looked down its holographic sights. Emma was carful to keep her distance most likely so she wouldn't get hurt. She knew her dad was an expert marksman, but in these days she also knew he was a bit of a goof.
"So how exactly does this work, do I just hold awkwardly like this or..." Before he could finish his sentence the side panels started to slowly extended and a glow static began to build. "Whoa, what is happening what is happening!" The weapon fired its plasma bolt and sticking to the wall nearby York. He quickly managed to jump behind cover before the bolt exploded.
"What the f**k man!" York called out from his cover. "I only have one good eye left remember!"
"Sorry." Washington apologized. A wild Michigan had suddenly appeared from behind York. He made his way around the table and headed towards Washington. Past the table of alien Beam rifles which he noted as, 'would be useful later'.
"Hey Daryl Dixon." Michigan called out. "Hand it over." Washington handed the Alien crossbow to his friend. "This could be useful. I bet."
"Where the f**k did you come from!?" York called out to Michigan.
"Do you really need to ask."
In the lower floors of Traxus Tower the other team had gotten rid of enemy guards and had made their way to the data hub. The doors slid open and Texas managed to dispatched them with two precise shots to the head.
"Alright Connie get to work on taking that intel." North commanded as the head of this team.
Connie took a step forward but then immediately retreated. "Wait hold on how did you know I can do this?" Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared in her direction. "What?"
"Come on Connie." South rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows you can breach our internets firewalls so you can pirate episodes of Full House."
"Um, that is not true."
"Is that why you have that poster of John Stamos in your room?" Texas asked from a chuckle forming behind her helmet.
"Its her guilty pleasure. She has a playlist thats just John Stamos best scenes." South added. Connie covered her face plate from embarrassment.
"That would explain that John Stamos body pillow she has." Illinois added. The whole room roared with laughter from the fellow agents. Connie wanted to cry.
"I'm just gonna go start the download and cry."
Connie walked over to the terminal and plugged in her data drive. After the automated program breached its security system she began her scan for the various files that Project Freelancer needed. As soon as she found the specified files She started the download.
"I mean Baby Michelle is still adorable." Connie suddenly heard the others continuing on with their conversation on Full House. At least they weren't talking about her anymore.
"You know she was played by both of the Olsen Twins." North added.
"Are you serious? They look exactly the same." Illinois was currently leaning on the hilt of his Katana.
"I still think that Vicky and Danny should have been together." Texas added.
"They deserved each other." South added in.
Maine growled in agreement. He stood up from the floor and growled that they should probably rejoin Carolina's team. Of course no one could understand a single thing he was saying. Where was Washington when you needed him.
"What was that?" South asked first. Maine growled again but was only responded by more question from Connie, North and then Illinois.
"Bruce Willis is a ghost?"
"Darth Vader's Luke's father?"
"Connie's body pillow?" Connie kicked the sword from underneath him and he collapsed to the floor. "I deserve that." He managed to groan out.
Maine growled again that they should return to Carolina's team. "You know what Maine how about you stop f**king around and we get back to Carolina's team." Texas picked up her Battle Rifle and walked out the door. Maine growled something that sounded like 'f**k it' and followed her out.
Illinois got back to his feet and sheathed his katana on his back. He groaned a little from where the pointy end of the hilt pricked him in the belly. "Can I come with you guys?"
"Whatever." Texas said from behind her back as they disappeared past the door.
Illinois carefully side stepped past a frustrated Connie and towards the door. "body pillow." He mentioned and then bolted out the door just as a flying chair from nowhere exploded hitting the wall.