Me: We are near the one year anniversary of Project Freelancer: Agent Virginia Chronicles. I plan to finish this arc on that very day. Anyway, time for everyone to split up. Simmons!

Simmons: Oh. um. uh. yeah. Anonymous Fanz doesn't own anything except for the OCs. Except Mass, who belongs to his brother, who technically is also Anonymous Fanz, when you think about—

Me: Now is not for this. This chapter was supposed to uploaded with "the more you know..." but I accidentally deleted it and uploaded that one instead. Yeah...

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North Carolina's POV

"How bad is it?"

"Well, fortunately, he missed your femoral artery." Dr. Gray said.

"That's good." Is it? I don't know what that artery is. I don't know what any of that means. And I don't trust that crazy medic!

"No sweetie, you had a knife inside of you. That's the opposite of good." Aw shit.

"Call me 'sweetie' again, and there'll be a knife inside of you." Huh. That's a less violent reaction than I expected.

" Oooooh, you're hostile! I'd love to psychoanalyze you." Goddammit.

"Do your fucking job!" I said.

"Oh, yes. Be sure not to put any unnatural strain on those muscles. If you reopen the wound, it won't be pretty." Well that was a waste of several minutes.

"Great. Hey, way to go, Carolina. Taken out by an over-sized steak knife."

"Well maybe if someone had remembered to account for hidden blades..."

"Hey, I'm an A.I., not a babysitter."

"He's right. Your becoming too dependent on him." I said. I am relying solely on the fact that she (probably) won't hurt me (much) to say this.

"Yes. I also observed a decrease in agent South Carolina's combat efficiency, compared with observed data from late project Freelancer operations. It would seem that after the fall of the project Freelancer, she has yet to fully recover." RHO said. He is relying on the fact the Carolina can't touch him, because he's a hologram.

"You have Artificial Intelligence!" Dr. Gray shouted. I really hope no one can hear anything in this cave.

"Yes. AI designed to improve combat capability. I don't know much about how it works. I technically shouldn't even have RHO right now, but for very specific reasons, I do." West said.

"Dr. Grey, these are Agent Carolina. They and I were operatives for Project Freelancer. As for Church and RHO, their artificial intelligence fragments from the same organization. RHO was made by Virge for testing reasons. Church, also known as Epsilon, kind of used to be leader of blue team before I showed up." Wash said.

"And then got everyone back together to fight the Meta!" West said.

"After you killed everyone." Church added.

"I only killed Lopez. And tried to kill Donut, but who hasn't at this point." West said.

"I swear to god, sane people are going extinct or something." I said.

"Psychoanalyses for everyone!"

"Oh boy, can I go first? I have got a lot of things crammed inside me!" Donut said.

"That's what she said!" RHO said. I fucking hate those jokes.

"Now hold up just a second. I wanna know what in the name of Benedict Arnold Palmer is going on around here! We've been tricked, we've been backstabbed and we've been quite possibly, bamboozled." Sarge yelled. I don't understand half of what he said.

"Yeah, and whenever that shit starts happening, it typically means you Freelancers had something to do with it." Grif said.

"Except in Virge's case. It was just Church." West said.

"What?" Church asked.

"No, the first Church. Not you Church." West clarified.

"Well neither of them did it this time." I said.

"'Colorful Space Marines Stop Corruption.' That was the news article Locus brought General Doyle when he suggested we find you. I always thought the title was meant to describe your appearances, but, now I think I get what the writer was going for." Grey said.

"I swear to god, I will shoot you." I said.

"Oh yeah. Remember the time you tried to shoot Virge and accidentally shot me in the leg? I still have the scar!" West said.

"I'm pretty sure we have tech that can fix that." I said.

"I kept it there for a reason." West said. The hell?

"What we're saying is that Project Freelancer isn't behind any of this. This is, something else." South Carolina said.

"Hmm, the plot thickens."

"I figured it all out! Because I know everything! They gave me all the missing pieces, and now my puzzle is completed! I know everything!" West said. Somebody shut her up.

"Look, man, after we crashed, Carolina picked up a transmission. A couple of assholes were talking about selling cloaking equipment to another bunch of assholes. There was no way we were gonna let that fly. So, she decided to leave, I decided to go with her! Figured you guys would be fine, OK?"

"That's like saying leaving Virge alone on a deserted island with the original you. If something else doesn't try to kill them, they'll kill each other!" RHO said.

"Where is Virge? Or Mass?" I asked.

"Mass left us AFTER saying goodbye. Virge went looking for you guys and may have been one of the guys who tried to help us out earlier." Grif said.

"Yeah, the one with the sniper." Damian said.

"I know exactly what's going to happen next!" West said.

"Man, and I thought we had issues." Simmons said.

"Heh, this is better than any daytime television drama. And that's some quality programming." Sarge said. Seriously. Goddammit.

"Maybe Church will turn out to be someone's long-lost brother." Donut said.

"I think we've had enough plot twists for one lifetime." Grif said.

"If he were Virge's, that would suck. He would end up murdering everyone he sees until proven otherwise. Or the complete genocide of all life is over." RHO said.

"I'd watch it!" Sarge said. Alright, I'm tired of this.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled. "When we found out someone was selling cloaking equipment from Project Freelancer, we started digging around for Intel, and learned that the two factions were warring, while the third one was manufacturing weapons and more advanced project Freelancer equipment. Advanced enough to not need AI to function properly." I said.

"Didn't you put that stuff on some ship sent somewhere?" Damian asked.

"Yep. The same one the Reds and Blues crashed here in." I said.

"Wait, what?" Tucker asked.

"We had the equipment on our ship. All the equipment Virge didn't steal before then, which was on a ship he hijacked, brought here, then blew up." RHO said.

"And the hijacking part was repeated here." West said.

"What?" Wash asked.

"Someone wanted the ship to crash here. Investigations Virge made into the ships crash had interesting results. Tucker distracted the pilot, but we were in slip space at the time! making that meaningless. Simmons sabotaged numerous navigation computer systems, but the coordinates were already set. Sarge forced the ship into slipspace after changing our fuel, but that only accelerated the crash. Grif's drink spilled on a computer, causing a system check which discovered the problem. Someone disconnected a cord which disabled the ship's engines. The ship was split in half, because it couldn't handle the pressure of losing engines, while activating backups. But none of that accounts for why we were headed here to begin with." RHO explained.

"Wait, you mean whoever knocked over the cause the ship to split in half?" Wash asked.

"Yeah." RHO answered.

"I'm pretty sure Caboose knocked down that cord." West said.

"I'm a hero?" Caboose asked

"Uh, you guys are missing the point! Someone managed to ensure that Freelancer equipment made it right here; to this tiny rock in the middle of space. These guys aren't just some-just some asshole raiders and mercenaries; they're organized, and they've managed to work their way into our own forces!" Church said.

"They are mercenaries. Mercs running a very well organized operation, under their diabolical leader's leadership!" West said.

"In short, we have no idea who we can trust until we find the people behind all of this."

"We have to tell the two sides their being used!" Damian said.

"It's not that simple." I said.

"What? Can't you just teleport us there?!" Damian asked.

"You can only teleport so often before your body starts ripping it's molecules apart." West said.

"What?" Grif asked.

"Virge's law of Teleportation states that Teleporation cannot reconstruct molecules if attempted repeatedly. To break this law is punishable by death by molecular deconstruction. Right under getting trapped inside a black hole on top 10 horrible deaths." RHO said. Virge's laws of physics aren't actual laws of physics.

"What?" Grif repeated.

"Teleport to much, and your going to die painfully." Church said.

"For the second reason PSI has a cooldown on his slipspace unit." RHO said.

"And then you have to worry about the fact that the Mercs have a very well organized infiltration. No one radios anyone unless they want you to. We tried breaking their com's, and they sent Locus to find us." I said.

"2.0 broke through it before, and he can do it again." West said. Lopez (2.0 apparently) said something. I can't tell if he's an upgraded Lopez or Lopez with a new body.

"We won't be seeing them in person. When they don't have the two 'Freelancers' around, they always have a full squad of cloaked soldiers ready." South said.

"The only way we're going to survive another fight with them is if we get some advantage soon." I said.

"What makes you say that?" Sarge asked.

"Because they have protocols they follow incase of every expectable outcome. I garrantee they have one for 'people find out about us, and survive an attempt to kill them' ready." I said.

"They can't stop us from revealing the charade forever. Their going to have to drop the act soon enough." RHO said.

"Not if the people of Chorus kill themselves first." West said.

"Of course. It makes sense. Use the anger at the belief that I betrayed everyone again to make them destroy the other side in search of me. By time they know it's a lie, they'll be dead." Damian said.

"And we die next." I said.

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Simmons: Hey, do I get payed or something for this.

Me: Those details are classified ask me when there aren't readers listening.

Simmons: What? If their readers, then their reading, not listening.

Me: I will type using whatever grammar I want. My Ipad is the only thing capable of altering the story from how I originally write it.

Simmons: Well, technically, your typing—

Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP!