A/N: Hey guys, Little Dragon-kun here with the wrap-up of the Blood Gulch Chronicles of Agent Reach, which includes the introduction of Sister, Omega's EMP death courtesy of an accident from Doc XD, and Alpha's return. Thirty fucking chapters…have I really been writing this for nearly two years?

*Chapter 30*

Caboose sat down in front of Doc, rubbing his head. "Um, yeah, I keep seeing dancing lions in front of my eyes. Is that normal?" 'My head hurts…really, really badly, too.'

"Kill them, O'Malley," a strange voice whispered in his head. "Give in to your killer instincts." The blue soldier blinked, looking around for whoever the hell this O'Malley person was. He couldn't see him, but he could feel him inside his head, trying to take over his mind. "Okay, very funny. Come out now."

"Caboose? There's no one here but us," Doc said in confusion. "You must have a pretty serious head injury or are traumatized by a personal loss. Were you friends with anyone who died?" Caboose nodded eagerly, jumping up. "Yes! I was Church's super best friend!"

Unfortunately, his hand made contact with the device in Doc's hands, and it began to glow green. "Uh oh. What does that do?" 'This can't be good. Am I going to die?' The purple medic dropped it in surprise, and it discharged, a powerful green burst of energy hitting Caboose in the helmet. "EMP!? You've got to be shitting me!"

"NOOOOO!" the voice in Caboose's head screamed in pain. The blue soldier fell to the ground, blinking as he felt his mind suddenly become lighter. The entity was gone, eliminated by the EMP burst from Doc's strange device. "What was that…?" 'Do I have something in my head that shouldn't be there?'

"I don't know, man. Maybe we can have Maine take a look at it," Doc replied with shrug. "I'll just give you a back rub, alright? I don't think you're going to die, and I'm only a medic." Caboose got to his feet, and he heard a pair of very loud footsteps that could only belong to one person on their team. "Uh oh." He turned around to see Maine, and the massive man forced him around and ripped his helmet off with a growl. The blue soldier felt Maine's giant hand flick the back of his head, and he hissed in anger.

The fiery red AI Sigma appeared on Maine's shoulder, and he gave the white Freelancer a concerned look. "Omega? How the hell did he end up inside of Caboose? We should've been able to pick his activity up." Maine growled, and Caboose felt an intense stinging pain in the back of his head as something got ripped out. "OW! Why are there ballerina tigers dancing in front of me!?"

Maine spun him around, and in his hand was a small, bloody chip that looked similar to implants that all UNSC personnel had. 'What is that? An AI chip or something?'

"We don't have to worry, Maine. It appears as though the EMP blast from Doc's overcharged Plasma Pistol has destroyed Omega," Sigma reassured. "No traces remain. His crystal has been completely terminated." Maine let out a sharp hiss, and he placed the chip on a table before drawing a sidearm from his waist. He aimed, and he fired three times to make sure it was completely destroyed.

"I think we're going to need a bandage…" Doc muttered, fumbling through a small pack on his side. "And some cream."

"Bow chicka bow wow," Tucker chuckled, entering with an Assault Rifle in his hands. "Doc, don't worry about Caboose having brain damage. I think he was born with it." Over the aqua soldier's shoulder appeared South Dakota, who folded her arms with a scoff. "I think all of you idiots have brain damage. Seriously, what the fuck is a goddamn back rub going to do for a concussion?"

"I'm only a medic. I don't know what the proper treatment is," Doc protested. South Dakota growled and smacked him with her pistol. "Moron. A back rub is for when he has a sore shoulder or something from jerking off too hard, or he just wants a goddamn massage. With his level of brain trauma, we ought to put him in an institution. Though Maine won't let me do that since he needs to keep the teams somewhat even."

The massive white Freelancer growled in agreement, and he walked out to probably set the destroyed AI chip on fire with something. Caboose rubbed his head, still confused by the weird dancing big cats in front of his eyes. 'What is wrong with me?'

'Wait a minute, is that a puma?'

-0-

Texas sat down on her and Reach's bed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "What should I do? I don't know how he'll react, and that really does scare me…" The possibility of her being pregnant terrified her, mainly because she feared that Reach would leave her. 'Oh God…this is madness! Will he stay by me, or will I be forced to live all alone?'

The blonde Freelancer shook her head, breathing hard. "No…stop thinking of the worst outcome. Think of what the other possibilities are instead." 'It's not even confirmed. I have another month until, 'Ms. Flow' comes along. If nothing happens…then it's reality.' Texas stood up when she heard footsteps on the other side of the door, followed by Reach's voice. "Tex? You alright in there?"

"I'm fine! Just getting some stuff," she replied, grabbing a package of pregnancy tests and stuffing them into her leg pouch. 'Calm down. You know very well he can read you like a book now. If I show that something's bothering me…he'll confront me about it.'

The door opened, and Reach entered, a pack of Rocket Launcher tubes on over his shoulder. "The Reds are prepared to move out. We're just waiting on you." Texas nodded, and she picked up a second Magnum to place on her leg. "I'm ready. Let's leave this hot-as-fuck desert far behind as soon as possible. I'm through with sweating my ass off every time I want a breath of fresh air."

"Funny. Your ass seems to be just fine," Reach returned with a small laugh. Despite the fact that she was worried about being pregnant, Texas allowed herself to smile as she leaned into him. "So, you think I've got an ass, hmm~? I thought you were a boob guy myself~." 'He's still an awful amount of fun to tease…and watching him blush is even more entertaining.' "Or have you changed your preference~?"

"Not really," the black/red Freelancer replied. "I love every part of you." Texas's heart warmed, and she leaned her head into his chest, feeling his arm. "How's your arm feeling?" 'He looks as though he still hasn't gotten used to it. It must be harder being part cyborg than I thought.'

Reach looked at it, shrugging. "Personally, I prefer my old arm. This still feels too cold and a bit numb. And I seriously keep worrying about being electrocuted to death every time I take a rinse." Texas looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "You've taken it off?" 'Time to reveal a small secret…heh heh. He'll love knowing it.'

"Only while I'm in the shower. I'd rather not have a shitty tombstone," Reach answered dryly. The blonde Freelancer laughed and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You know that arm is water resistant, right?" 'Sorry honey…I kinda forgot to mention that one to you.' "And the electric components can survive up to 50 meters of water?"

"I do now," Reach sighed. "Thanks for the heads-up." Texas laughed again, giving him another kiss. "Sorry about that. I forgot to tell you." She broke apart, brushing her hair back. "Alright. Let's go. I've had enough of sitting here."

Two Freelancers left the room, and Reach put his helmet on to open a COM channel. "Maine, are you and the Blues ready? The Red Team is all accounted for." Texas put her helmet on, and she tried to not wince as the annoying static filled her ears before Sigma replied. "Blue Team is ready. And it turns out we've had another unexpected visitor: Omega."

The blonde Freelancer bristled at the mention of her former AI, for he tried to take over her mind and become metastable. "WHAT!? We should have picked up his activity!" 'How the hell did Omega even end up here!? The Meta was nowhere close to Blood Gulch!'

"I believe the Meta implanted him inside of Private Caboose during his deployment in an attempt to read our movements," Sigma replied. "However, we don't need to worry. He has been terminated by an EMP burst, and Maine has properly disposed of the chip." Texas hissed, for her hatred of Omega was matched only by her hatred of the Director. 'Both of those bastards tried to use me for their own satisfaction. It's a pity I couldn't have killed Omega myself, but the Director is mine. I'll be the one to put the bullet through his head.'

"Good. We'll be there shortly. Reach out." Reach ended the call, and the two Freelancers exited the base to meet the rest of the Reds. Sarge looked over at them, and he let out a grunt. "So, today's the day. The Red vs. Blue war is now over." He hefted a large crate into his arms, puffing. "Goddammit…this thing weighs more than Grif."

"That's a surprise," Simmons muttered. "Usually the only thing heavier than Grif is an elephant." The orange soldier slapped him across the back of the head with his Battle Rifle, puffing a cloud of smoke. "Fuck you, asshole."

"What a pair of idiots," Texas muttered. Reach let out sigh and drew his Magnum, firing into the sky to break up the argument. "Shut up and listen. We're going over to the meeting spot. We'll use our Pelican that we borrowed from Command awhile ago, and we'll attempt to find a new transport capable of Slipspace transitions that is big enough to hold us and our cargo."

"Easier said than done," Grif muttered as they walked to the meeting point. Texas rolled her eyes, and she felt her stomach gently. 'One month…and I'll know whether or not I'm pregnant. That month honestly couldn't come sooner.' She let out a slow breath, wiping sand from her visor. 'Fucking sand…I swear, every day just gets hotter than the last!'

She saw Maine, South, and the Blue Team, and she leaned over to Reach. "Can I hit that asshole Tucker with something blunt and heavy? Pwease~?" 'I really hate that guy. Almost as much as I hate Donut for trying to make that sex joke towards you. I honestly hope that pink dickhole is dead.'

Reach faced her, and it was tempting to think he was mulling it over before he rubbed his head. "Tex, I don't think Maine will let you. I'm pretty confident Tucker's his personal live target and needs him alive rather than six feet under." The blonde Freelancer pouted, and trying to give him her puppy-dog stare wouldn't exactly work. But, she was able to think of a few ways. "I'll make it worth your while~. Mreow chicka mreow mreow~." 'It was actually fun blowing him. Some girls complain to no end about doing it, but it was really quite thrilling. Good taste, too.'

"Still not happening," Reach replied before he turned towards the Blues. "Maine, my team and I are willing to accept a peace treaty with the Blue Team. We'll work together, alright? It's a tiresome formality since this war was made up, but still."

Maine nodded, growling. He and Reach shook hands, and the red/black Freelancer looked past him. "Do you have that Pelican ready?" The massive Freelancer nodded, and he pointed to the dropship in the distance. Sigma and Delta flashed up from Maine and South's shoulders as well. "Supplies have been loaded on. However we still have plenty of room for more and hooks to carry a Warthog. However, such transport will be insufficient for our mission."

"I agree. Eta, Sigma, Delta; search for the closest off-planet vessel," Reach ordered. "Nothing bigger than a small frigate." The three AIs nodded and vanished, searching countless amounts of data for a decent ship. "We're on it."

'Who the hell can fly a frigate? I don't have that amount of flying skill,' Texas thought. She looked over at her lover, who was talking quietly with Maine and South about something. 'Him, maybe? He told me that he was once the ace pilot of a Sabre, and he can pilot a Longsword and Pelican. But big warships are incredibly difficult to maneuver.'

The three AIs flashed back up, and Sigma seemed satisfied. "We've got one, thirty miles southeast of Blood Gulch. It's a Chiroptera-class vessel, decommissioned over fifty years ago by ONI, and has an operational Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine. No current weapons systems, but we can load a Pelican onto it easily."

"It has Slipspace capability? Then we can use it to find the Director?" Reach asked. Sigma then sighed and scratched his fiery head. "When ONI decommissioned it, the operating systems were locked down incredibly tight. It would take awhile to reactivate them with even the three of us hacking our way in."

'Dammit,' Texas sucked her teeth in disappointment, only to think of something. "Wait a minute; we still have Alpha's chip right? We could have him assist in reactivating the systems." 'That is, if he's still functional. His body did get shot by a tank.' "Shit, it's an idea."

"And a damned good one," South said. "We have the chip, but we'll have to jolt his memory. Still, if we want to have even a small chance, then we'll have to do it." She drew a small chip and pressed on it, Alpha's body appearing. And he certainly wasn't happy to see them. "What the fuck is going on!? Why are all you assholes standing here talking instead of fighting!? And why am I here!?"

"Jack his memory," Reach and Texas muttered at the same time. Eta flashed next to Alpha and proceeded to slap him on the head. "Remember us, Alpha. You are a 'smart' AI, created by the Director of Project Freelancer, Dr. Leonard Church. We are AI fragments, born from you. Do you remember?"

The white AI held his head, and he gave Eta a growl. "I remember now, you dick! Thanks for reminding me that I was fucking tortured to create you three! I really enjoyed those moments!" Reach grunted and walked forwards, rifle in hand. "We're going after the Director. But, we need your help. Can you find out where the Mother of Invention was last spotted?"

Alpha paused, and he let out a slow breath. "Searching…the ship was last seen over three weeks ago. It split in half due to a reactor failing, and has landed on two different planets in opposite systems. The rear half has landed on the planet Hypionia, and contains a vital package that the Director didn't want ONI to find. The front half has landed on…Valhalla. Both are a few jumps away."

"Thank you, Alpha," Reach breathed. "We'll need your help. As a 'smart' AI, you are a valuable asset to this mission." Alpha snorted and glared at the blue idiot called Caboose, trying to grab him. "Caboose, your ass is still haunted. Now, do you need me to do anything else?"

"We'll need you to reactivate the operating system of a Chiroptera-class vessel, approximately fifty meters in length. ONI locked it down, and I doubt they'll be happy to see this ship flying again," Texas answered. 'The oldest ship in the world…but hey, if it flies, then it flies. It's better than walking.'

"Oh, what fun," Alpha sighed, rubbing his head. "Though since I am unparalleled magnificence, I'll crack that bitch open in no time. In home for vodka and cake." Reach nodded, and he faced the Red Team. "Excellent. Red Team, load the supplies and Warthog! We'll board and grab our ship when we're finished. Understood?"

The Red Team performed a series of rather crisp salutes (despite their childish behavior), shouting in unison. "Yes sir!" They ran off to load the Pelican even more, and the Blues (after a series of sharp hisses from Maine) ran after them to help.

"Warning! Unidentified contact approaching the Reds!" Eta warned. Reach grunted and brought his rifle to bear, motioning for Texas to follow. "Come on. We ought to make sure it isn't some damn mercenary. I've had enough of them."

"You and me both," Texas muttered. She looked through the scope of her Battle Rifle, only to give her lover a confused look. "Um, it's some chick wearing yellow, it seems. And she's talking to Grif." 'Don't fucking tell me that this fat fuck has a girlfriend. He's sloppier than a goddamn bulldog, for fuck's sake.'

"It certainly seems like that. And judging by Grif's attitude, he seems to know her pretty damn well," Reach replied. The two of them reached the Reds, and the girl in yellow looked at them. "Hey Brother, who's the hottie in white?"

"Um, that's black. And she's a girl," Grif muttered. The girl didn't seem fazed, and she looked Texas up and down. "Wow, she's pretty hot." The blonde Freelancer face-palmed, looking at Reach in exasperation. "Can I shoot her?" 'Ugh. I've never expected to be hit on by another girl. And this one seems pretty goddamn easy to me. She'd probably end up fucking Tucker.'

Before the black/red Freelancer could reply, Grif interjected. "This is my younger sister, Kakiana. Unfortunately, she's colorblind and a bit of a whore. Though I think you noticed both of those." Texas coughed in laughter, and Reach lowered his weapon. "Why the hell is she here? We're about to move out in five minutes."

"She volunteered to be out here. Though due to her being colorblind as fuck, she's on the goddamn Blue Team," Grif replied with a sigh. "Oh well. At least she can't sleep with the entire team." Texas rolled her eyes, and she put her hands on her hips. "You realize we'll all be traveling together, right? And she can give nearly every guy here apart from three head?" 'South has Maine. She seems like the clingy type. And I know for a fact that Reach doesn't want a raging slut, even if he was drunk off his ass.'

"Fuck," Grif cursed. He lit another cigarette in his helmet, coughing. "Sister, don't sleep with everyone on the goddamn team…" The yellow girl didn't seem to be listening, for she was staring past Grif and (for a reason Texas didn't understand) at Tucker. "Mmmm…he looks like he'll be fun! Hey, grey guy! Wanna play a game where you hear me make a sound~?"

"What a raging slut," Texas, Reach, Grif, and South muttered. The two Freelancers from the Blue Team had joined them, and Maine let out a growl of agreement, unable to actually talk. The rest of the Reds and Blues meanwhile were standing around talking as though they were best friends, the supplies and Warthog already loaded.

"Oi! Stop trying to fucking have sex!" South yelled, firing a paint round at Tucker. The pink paint stuck to Tucker's crotch, and he yelled in pain. "Ow, you fucker!" He tried to yank it off, which looked incredibly amusing to the blue/green Freelancer. "You know, it looks like you're trying to jerk off. It's quite funny." She shot him with paint again, and it stuck to the hand that was on his crotch.

'That's fucking great…' Texas tried to prevent herself from laughing. "Nice shot South. Shoot him again for me." The silver-blonde Freelancer raised her pistol and shot him a third time, though this time hitting his leg. "Good enough?" Texas nodded, smirking. "Yep. Now, let's get going. You still there Alpha?" 'He's nothing like the Director. Much more bitchy and sarcastic.'

"Yes. Are we going to fucking get going already?" the white AI asked. "I've had enough of this desert." Reach grunted and walked towards the Pelican, entering it via the rear ramp. "We are. Red Team and Blue Team, move out. Maine, I'll need you in the co-pilot's seat. South and Tex, you get to have fun threatening the idiots."

"Yay us," South replied, taking the paint clip out of her pistol and loading a normal one in. "I've always wanted to create fifty different death threats in the span of about five minutes." Texas aimed her rifle at Grif's crotch, smirking under her helmet. "It's not so bad, South. Just aim at their crotch. It works all the time." 'So does punching and kicking them around for your own pleasure. Grif's armor still hasn't been replaced from when I kicked the shit out of the Reds and got to be on top of Reach for the first time.'

The group boarded the Pelican, strapped themselves in, and Reach let out a call from the front. "We're away. Chiroptera-class vessel's location pinpointed. ETA in five minutes." Texas was barely strapped in when the dropship took off. 'Shit, I almost landed on my stomach. And I seriously don't want to know what would happen…especially if I do turn out to be pregnant.'

Another fear she had was that she couldn't fight, not without risking the child being killed. And she prided herself on her fighting ability, with the only losses being the surprise attack from CT and the Insurrectionist leader that nearly got her killed and her little fun match with Reach. 'I don't want to be a burden…I don't want to be treated like the vulnerable schoolgirl who can't take care of herself.'

The blonde felt herself, running a hand gently over her stomach. 'Please, let me be okay…please.'

"You okay?" South's voice jolted her, and Texas nodded quickly. "Y-yeah…" She tried to control her pounding heart, taking several breaths to calm down. 'I can't let anyone know that something's bothering me this bad.' "I'm fine. Just a little eager to get going. I haven't had a good fight in too long." 'It's not a lie. I didn't get to go on the previous mission, and haven't gotten my blood boiling since our first encounter with the Meta.'

"I hear you. If there's one positive that came out of our failed attempt to get Wash's ass out of prison, it was that I actually got to get back into shape a bit," South murmured. She took her helmet off, running a hand through her silver-blonde hair. "Has Reach gotten used to that arm of his? Maine thinks that he's being too gentle with it."

"I think he's getting more and more comfortable using it," Texas answered, wiping her visor. "I know he doesn't want to think of it too much, but I can tell he wants to kick the guy's ass for cutting it off." 'I can tell. He isn't just going to let that go. The next time they meet, it'll be to the death.'

"I'm not surprised," South yawned. "I'd want to do the same if a part of my anatomy got cut off. Apparently Reach also just killed Wyoming?" The blonde looked up, cracking her knuckles and starting to get a little twitchy in her anticipation for a good fight. "He did. Got rid of his armor and equipment, too." 'I probably would have killed him, too. The traitor attempted to kill us more than once, and he murdered Florida…if he got rid of Tucker or Donut though, I wouldn't have objected too much.'

"Good. That asshole caused too many damn problems," South growled as she picked up a Rocket Launcher. Texas murmured agreement, and she checked her bio-scans again for any changes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, apart from a small increase in her heart rate. 'Nothing serious, and it's still too early to know if I'm pregnant. The heart rate's probably up because I'm so damn stressed.'

"Ship in sight. It looks like it's in good nick, too," Reach called from the front of the Pelican. "No contacts on the radar." Texas unstrapped herself, and she got her first look at the Chiroptera-class ship they would be using for the next while. 'For a fifty-year old ship, it's not exactly rusty or burnt to a crisp. The drives need to be reactivated, but hopefully the reactor isn't going to fail and kill us all.'

Maine stood up from the co-pilot's seat, and he strode over to South to grumble something in her ear. The blue/green Freelancer nodded slowly, murmured something that Texas couldn't hear, and stood up. "Well, it looks like us girls have the best job ever. We get to give anyone who tries to stop us a good welcome."

Texas pulled the bolt on her Battle Rifle, and she flattened herself against the wall as the Pelican landed in the vessel's small docking bay. "Ought to be fun. Reach, South and I will hold off any possible hostiles."

The two women disembarked from the dropship, and they kept their rifles up as Reach, Maine, and the Reds and Blues made their way to the ship's command center. 'This is it. We can't go back now.' "So…you and Maine have a little fun?"

"W-what the hell is that supposed to mean!?" South exclaimed, and the blonde smirked to herself as the silver-blonde backed away in embarrassment. "You two obviously have a thing for each other. It's not like you make a shitty couple or anything." 'Like Tucker and that slut called Grif's sister…'

"…We are together," South answered after a long silence. "And I'm right in saying you and Reach are, right?" Texas nodded, feeling her stomach again. "Mmhm…" 'All four Freelancers in Blood Gulch have gotten laid. Score us.' She was going to have a little fun embarrassing South even more by asking what position they had sex in when her motion detector picked up a contact. "What the hell?" 'Someone's coming. And the FOF tag is identifying it as…ONI. Shit.'

She opened up a COM channel to warn Reach and Maine of the contact. "Reach, we've got a problem. The FOF tag has picked up an ONI contact. How close are we to getting off the ground?"

"Approximately ten minutes. Alpha, Eta, Sigma, and Delta are hacking their way through the ship's systems. I guess that must have triggered an alarm," Reach replied. "We cannot afford to waste time. If they try to arrest you, shoot to kill. The mission is too damn important."

Texas nodded, and she looked over at South. "You got all that?" She nodded, and the contact came into view. It was a black-ops Pelican, and she winced as an angry growl hissed over the COM. "Intruders, you have been identified as dangerous war criminals. Cease your activities and drop your weapons, for you are under arrest."

"How about you shove a fat one up your ass?" South growled. She aimed her Rocket Launcher at the Pelican and fired twice. Two rockets streaked towards their target, and the crew of the Pelican barely got out in time before it exploded, and South sucked her teeth. "Dammit."

Texas aimed her rifle, firing. "ONI hit squad. Less than ten. Not a problem for us Freelancers, right?" South laughed and drew her Magnum, firing a series of rounds. "They think we're a pushover. If we really were dangerous war criminals, wouldn't they have sent more than just one dropship?"

As soon as the silver-blonde finished saying that, an additional three contacts appeared on Texas's motion detector. "Shit. We've got Warthogs." She opened another channel to Reach, hiding behind the hangar door to reload. "Reach, we need to get out of here, ASAP! ONI sent a hit squad to take us out, and we're seriously outnumbered!"

"Dammit. Try and hold them off for just a little while longer. Maine's coming down to back you up," Reach returned. Texas ended the call just as the Warthogs rapidly closed in, the heavy machineguns blazing. "Shit! We need to take out those 'Hog's! Fire rockets at them!"

South reloaded her launcher, and briefly poked her head out of cover to fire a rocket. "I only have one more left! Maine better hurry up!" Texas fired at the group of soldiers trying to reach the ship, rolling behind the opposite side of the hangar door as machinegun fire sprayed into the empty space. A trio of soldiers fell to the ground, and two of the Warthogs were destroyed. "Two down, one to go!"

But, the one remaining wasn't a normal Warthog. It was one fitted with a Gauss cannon, and the gunner seemed incredibly intent on trying to kill the blonde Freelancer. "We can't do anything until that Gauss 'Hog is destroyed!" South threw a Drop Shield down, but a single shot from the Gauss cannon disintegrated the shield, and she cursed as she hid back behind the heavy titanium A door. "Shit! We're fucked!"

"And not in a good way, either," Texas muttered. She heard an annoyed growl, and she was relieved to see Maine with a Spartan Laser in his hands. He charged the energy weapon, and a brilliant red flash of pure energy destroyed the Gauss Warthog.

"We've got it! Reactor's online. Slipspace drives are now functional. We're taking off!" Reach called. The hangar doors started to close, and the ship's reactor began to hum to life. Texas let out a deep breath as the doors sealed shut, and she looked over at the other two Freelancers. "That's better. I'll leave you two alone for a bit."

Maine let out an embarrassed grumble as the blonde left, and it wasn't hard for her to navigate the dim corridors of the ship and find the bridge. 'The two of them make a good couple. And they've definitely slept with each other. Twenty credits that it was after Maine was done showering.'

She reached the bridge, and Reach looked over at her. "Sorry about that. Damn thing was locked down tight. Alpha, set a course for Hypionia. If that package is still onboard, then I want to know what's in it, and why the Director didn't want ONI to find it."

"Already did," the sarcastic white AI flashed up with a yawn. "I don't remember what the package was, or what the fuck was in it, but the Director really didn't want the damn spooks to know about it. It was something that was invaluable, and could potentially push the UNSC years ahead in terms of technology."

The ship accelerated to space, and Texas leaned onto the red/black Freelancer as they looked out at the dark emptiness of space. "How long will it take us to reach Hypionia?" Reach shook his head, his gaze even. "It'll take us a week to get there. It's close to the middle of the galaxy. And with no weapons systems, we're too vulnerable for my taste."

"Don't worry, hun," Texas murmured, burying her head in his shoulder. "If anyone tries to kill us, we'll kick their ass." Reach wrapped an arm around her, giving a rare smile. "That's more like you. And yeah, we'll get him. Both the Meta and the Director."

The blonde nuzzled his chest, wishing the Reds and Blues were somewhere else so they could have a little fun without them gawking or cheering. "Mmhm…" 'The journey has begun. Those two will be wishing they never committed the crimes they did.'

'And I love you, Reach.'

A/N: And that wraps up the Blood Gulch Chronicles. It's actually sad, because I thought it was a ton of fun and had some memorable moments (like ReachxTexas and SouthxMaine smut). For the next five chapters or so, I'll be focusing on Massa and Wash's journey, and the next one will have an OC that caused a lot of headaches, and he also has a connection to Massa and Missouri. But, I won't spoil it. See you!

P.S. I finally learned how to play 'Y-Control' by Yeah Yeah Yeahs on drums properly!