"Prisoner 042K." A guard approached me and bound my wrists, "You have a call waiting for you."

"I do?" I tilted my head to the side, "Since when."

"Just get moving." He began to push me.

"Alright," I pouted as I began to walk, "but are the adornments quite necessary." I rattled the chains of the cuffs.

"They're precautionary."

"Precautionary, my ass." I laughed, "Are you convinced that I'll end up crawling out of prison through a telephone?"

"Just keep walking." He ordered as he motioned toward a not so distant room.

"Fine." I huffed.

"You've got five minutes."

"Any chance I can bargain for more?"

"Four minutes and fifty seconds."

Fine, fine." I walked over to the monitor, "Hello. This is Michele Jay Walker, otherwise known as New Hampshire. To whom do I owe the pleasure to?"

"Walker! Walker! Walker!" Caboose shouted, "I have not seen you in so long! Where- where are you?!"

"Wow." Donut spoke from behind the regulatory blue marine, "You look good in orange." He gave me a thumbs up.

"Thanks?" I cocked my head to the side, "I also got these... but they're a bit restraining." I put emphasis on the last word as I held up my arms and glared at the guard behind me.

"Sweet!" The man in pink (yes, pink) armor said enthusiastically.

"So," I looked back at the two, "why'd you call?"

"Agent Washington told me to talk to you!" Caboose practically cheered, "We have a new base! When you are done with your Freelancer vacation, we can have a sleepover!"

"That's mighty kind of ya." I laughed, weakly, "I hope you're saving a room for me!" I glanced over at the guard, then moved closer to the microphone, "Hey," I spoke at a near-whisper volume, "you better be taking good care of Epsilon. Find a good body for him."

"Yes! I have been working on that!" He spoke, loudly.

"Shh!" I managed to silence him, "Listen, tell no one of him. Keep 'im safe, alright?"

"Alright." He spoke in a loud whisper, obviously trying to imitate my volume, "I won't tell me anything about him."

"You know what?" I sighed, "That's probably as close as I'm gonna get with you."

"Time's up." The guard grabbed me by the arm.

"Alright. You two take care." I waved at the monitor.

"Okay!" The two spoke in utter synchronization as the screen turned off.

"Took them long enough." Omega sighed as we were pushed into a different direction.

"Yeah, seven months is enough time for me in prison." I laughed, "Let's see if I can tag along with Washington."


Many Years Ago: Freelancer.

"Alright." I opened up the door to my room, "You guys get yourselves settled. Sit on the beds or something."

"Did you seriously draw a face on a pillow?" Wash pointed out the pile of pillows, having been arranged into a figure under the covers, that lied on the spare bed.

"Hey, don't make fun of Mr. Snuffleupagus!" I snapped.

"What the hell's a Snuffleupagus?" South questioned me.

"Did you ever watch Sesame Street?" I asked honestly, getting looks of confusion in return, "Well, point of the matter is that I had to watch that in order to learn a decent amount of English... of course, my roommate was a big help... Never mind. Feel free to take him apart." I slid one of the two closet doors open, revealing a refrigerator upon hearing the bedroom door shut.

"Why do you have a fridge in here?" York laughed at me, "I mean, we know you're a cold person, but we didn't know that this is how you keep that way."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." I spoke with sarcasm as I pulled out a cake, "How else do you think I keep my soda cold?" I went over to the neighboring shelf of bottles and variously shaped kitchenware and ran my hand past a couple of bottles before landing on a nice bottle of red wine, "Hey, there's a coffee table and a box of matched in the other closet. Anyone care to help?" I closed the fridge and turned around to face the group. There was Wash, CT, and York, sitting on my bed, and North, South, and Carolina on the opposing as Maine stood up in order to help.

"Should I be asking why you have a table in your closet?" North laughed.

"We should probably be asking why you haven't been transferred into a one person room." York sighed, resting his head on the wall, "Two closets. Two beds. Two sinks in the bathroom-"

"One for cleaning dishes, one for brushing teeth." I sighed as the table was set onto the floor and I put the items on the table, "What's the point you're trying to make?"

"I realize it's only been a week since Rhode Island died, but it's not the Director's best decision to leave you with her memories and keep putting you on the field."

"Yeah." I muttered as I looked down at the ground, unwilling to grant York with simple eye contact, "I-I have to agree with you there."

"You didn't." York spoke with a strict tone in his voice as I turned back around to the closet in order to get some kitchenware, "Oh, hell no." His voice grew dark, "You promised me that was over after Michigan!"

"How many people do we have? Eight?" I tried to direct the conversation elsewhere.

"Wasn't Michigan KIA?" Wash questioned me.

"Anyone want something with their Sangiovese?" My voice was barely stable.

"Would someone please care to explain what's going on?" Carolina spoke with slight distaste.

"If you guys don't want Sangiovese, perhaps I could interest you in some Pinot Noire." My voice began to tremble, "I grew up on these things, so-"

"Hamp?" North asked, "If you could please explain yourself, we won't care for you any less."

"Hey, guys?" My voice went dark as I turned around with the kitchenware in my hands, "It's Washington's birthday. Can we please keep it light-hearted?" The room went quiet as I made my way to the table and set down the glasses and plated. I held my arm out to Maine as he gave me the box of candles.

"And how are you going to light those?" York raised his eyebrow, "We haven't been permitted to use fire since the fireworks."

"Well, if I had an AI..." I sighed, turning my voice into a somewhat joking manner as I opened the box and dumped its contents, "For now, we can use the lighter under that bed you're sitting on."

He looked under the bed and pulled out a cigar box full of spare bullets and the formerly mentioned lighter, "Sly little..." His words trailed off as he tossed my my requested item.

"Thank you kindly." I gave off a fake smile. It had strangely felt natural, despite the fact that I had rarely done so.

"You killed them, didn't you?" CT spoke up.

"P-perhaps I could interest you in some Sauvignon blanc or Semillon." I stammered.

"How the heck do you know so many names of wine?" South questioned me.

"I'm fucking french-itallian." I began to stick some candles into the cake, "I would be a disgrace to the family name if I didn't understand my heritage." I watched the floor for a moment as my hands began to tremble, "Hey, Wash?" I set down the candles in my hands as I stood up, "I... I'm sorry. You guys enjoy this. I have to step out for a moment." I began walking, ruffling the brunet hair of Washington's on my way out.


Present Day

"Hey there, Washington." I spoke in a lively tone as I sat on the opposite side of the table.

"Is there something you want?" He sighed, his voice growing cold.

"Nah, man." I grinned like the Cheshire cat, "It's just that today, you're officially twenty-eight... reminding me that I'm fuckin' thirty. How does it feel?"

"If you're here to apologize for seven years ago, I want you to remember that you were only following orders."

"Didn't mean it had to be brought up." I sighed, then brought my happy tone back, "Hey, could you, by any chance, be a pal and let me in on your little escape from prison plan?"

"And why should I?" He raised an eyebrow to me.

"Because we've been friends for... ten years?" I laughed hesitantly, afraid that he was actually considering leaving me here.

"Well, when you simmer our friendship down, we'd both be able to kill each other in a heartbeat." He crossed his arms across his torso, "At least, that's what has been said through Michigan, Rhode Island, Nevada, Delaware, CT. All conspirators against the Director. They tried to rid Freelancer of the Director's corruption. Turned it just like Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, with out the successful attempt of murder, but you are just like the citizens of Rome. You sway easily into a direction and follow the path you're lead to."

"And how the hell do you know that story?" I raised an eyebrow to him.

"I happen to be reasonably literate." He sighed, "If you want to tag along, go ahead," He stood up, "but if you dare stab me in the back, I won't hesitate to have your head on a spit." And with that, he walked away.

I had lost my words, watching as he grew further and further away before I could regain my dialect, "W-what the hell?" I stammered, finally able to process what had just been said.


Well, I think I've spent enough time in the prisoner sector of this... And it doesn't help, much that I haven't personally been to prison (which is no where near bad. I'd rather not know than to be forced into that experience). So, we're moving over to somewhere in the middle of Recreation! That should be fun! ... Alright... I think that's all I have to say. ~Bye