A/N: Hey guys, I'm here with Chapter 41 of Agent Reach, and it should make your day. We have ReachxTexas smut, Wash's training, and another Freelancer (my editor's character, Alaska) going after Massa and Missouri. It's not necessarily in that order, either. As for the smut…well, my editor and I got pretty fuckin' drunk playing Minecraft (there's no such thing as too drunk in my mind), and one of us said something, and it ended up being part of this story.

*Chapter 41*

Haven

Massa woke up, and the dim light told her it was sometime before sunrise. She yawned, stretching her stiff legs, and picked up her DMR. 'We better get moving. The Chairman isn't happy I told him to go to hell with the recovery assignment after I found my brother; I wouldn't be surprised if he's ordered another imprisoned Freelancer to come and find us.'

Her motion tracker had undergone upgrades, the parts having been scavenged from the Mother of Invention's armory. It would be able to detect contacts up to 75 meters, regardless if they were moving or not. And currently, it showed a red dot 50 meters away from them and rapidly heading in their direction. 'Dammit. Motion tracker shows a single hostile approaching.'

"Contact! FOF tag identification complete," Xei warned. "It's Agent Alaska of Project Freelancer." Massa sucked her teeth, putting her gauntlet on Missouri's sleeping shoulder and shaking it. "Jason, wake up! Alaska's onto us!" 'Of all the Freelancers to choose…it had to be the one who was one of Missouri's closest friends. Is he here to help, kill us, or just capture us?'

Alaska was one of the project's best sharpshooters, having been exclusively used for assassinations. He was responsible for the death of one of the Insurrection's main commanders, Lieutenant Irving, and he did it with a single shot to the head through a miniscule gap. However, due to his expertise and preference for long-range combat, he often showed his reluctance to fight in close-quarters; he never fared well in hand-to-hand combat and liked to leave that to an assault specialist.

Missouri stirred, and he blinked his green eyes open slowly, still glazed. "A-alaska…" He struggled to his feet, covering his mouth as he let out a ragged cough. He wiped his chin shakily, and he shoved Massa down as a loud crack filled the air, a sniper round just missing her by inches. "Get down!"

Massa winced as she felt her side, thankful she was wearing her armor and able to take that hit. If she wasn't, she was sure her organs would have been crushed from the force. Her motion detector beeped as Alaska approached them, and the bushes parted to reveal the dark grey Freelancer. His special Sniper Rifle was in his hands, and he rested it against his shoulder. "Not unlike you to take a hit for your little sister, Jason. You have no idea how much it pleases me to see that some part of your old self is still that fucked up head." His Sniper shoulder pieces were lined with extra ammunition, and his Commando chest piece probably held additional unseen clips. "You haven't changed as much as I feared."

Massa gingerly got up, and she saw the blood leaking from her brother's side. He had taken the round for her willingly, and though it would've downed anyone else, his muscular enhancements had probably saved him from serious harm. "Jason!" 'No…we've come too far to go out like this. I just need a little more time to get him used to his body's motions.'

"I don't exactly want to do this, you know," Alaska breathed through his Scout helmet. "But the thing is, the Chairman currently has my wife marching to a firing squad. It's nothing personal; I'm just doing this to save Feya from my own stupid mistake of getting too involved with the Director's AI experiments."

"Would your wife want you to murder your friends?" Massa whispered, biting her lip as she kept a hand over her ribs; she would be lucky to only have minor bruises. Alaska snorted, his head turning towards her along with his rifle. "You're one to talk, Mariah. I already know from the Chairman that you betrayed Washington and left him to die. The kid was actually hoping to finally get out of this mess, and what do you do?"

Massa winced, for the remark stung. "I know what I did was wrong. But I'm willing to accept judgment for it. If Wash decides to kill me the next time we meet, then so be it. As long as Jason gets out of it, then I don't care if I die." 'Jason doesn't deserve to be executed for being Zeta's puppet.'

"Funny. Because it looks to me like you're running away," Alaska returned. "I'm appalled. I never thought you of all people would act like a whimpering coward and run away from fate." Missouri got to his feet, his hand covering the wound, and his green eyes were blazing. "Get…away….from her. Or else I'll kill you."

Alaska looked at the massive Freelancer, and he flicked on his rifle's laser sight, ejecting an empty clip, grabbing one from his chest pouch and slapping a fresh one in. "So, you desire to protect your sister, no matter what. What do you hope to accomplish by killing me, Jason? You know I don't have an AI or armor ability." Missouri's fist tightened, and he let out a growl of fury. "I said to get away from her."

"I was hoping it didn't have to come to this, old friend. I wanted to take you alive if possible to give you a chance," Alaska sighed, aiming his rifle at his head. "All I wanted to do was retire to live with Feya and have a somewhat normal life. But when the Chairman took her as ransom…I guess it was set in concrete. Don't think of me badly."

Massa ran to stop him when he rapidly drew his sidearm and fired, a round tearing through her knee guard. "Don't try and stop me. Otherwise, you'll suffer the same fate as him." Massa gasped in pain as she felt herself fall, blood slowly snaking its way down, and she tried to limp towards him when Alaska aimed his rifle back at Missouri, now charging in fury. "You bastard!" His hands were tightened into fists, and he fell to his knees about four meters short, unused to being able to move freely.

"Forgive me, old friend," Alaska sighed as he pulled the bolt back. "Maybe next time around…" Before Massa could struggle back to her feet, he fired his Sniper Rifle, and a loud crack echoed throughout the trees. "NO! JASON!"

-0-

Hypionia

1945 hours

Reach stood outside with Washington, the wounded Freelancer feeling better than he had the past couple of days. The former Spartan himself had just finished testing a series of new weapons, and decided to get a bit of a head start on helping Washington become a better fighter. "This training will not be easy. But, it will help you cope and be effective in combat. Are you ready?" 'Good thing today's not rainy; we've had enough rain in the last few days to last a lifetime.'

The only reason they haven't left Hypionia behind and gone after the Meta was because the Huragok had yet to finish all of its improvements to their stolen ship. And for the last three days, it had constantly rained, making everyone extremely pissed every time they went onboard the Mother of Invention to raid some more supplies. 'Tex is getting frustrated with all the muddy footprints in the ship. Can't say I blame her; it's getting a little too slippery and Grif already nearly broke his leg.'

Washington nodded, his grey gaze alive with determination. "I might be a little sore, but I'm more than ready. I won't become a burden." Reach picked up a few stones, and he pointed to a river steadily flowing, several plates of rock sticking up from the crystal clear water. "Alright. Go on those stepping stones. When I throw these, do whatever you can to avoid getting hit or falling in." 'I want to see just how much he favors that side. I'll be surprised if he doesn't get a little wet.'

Washington leapt onto the stones, and he looked at his hands before taking a deep breath. He got ready, and Reach plucked the first stone from the air before throwing it. "Begin." The black-haired Freelancer tracked it perfectly, and he jumped to another stone, landing. The former Spartan threw another one, and Washington kicked it away, sending it off into the woods.

Reach threw the third, and Washington tilted his head ever so slightly to see it, and as he spun to avoid getting hit, he lost his footing and fell in. "Shit!" He dragged himself out, and Reach tossed a stone with his brow furrowed. "I thought so..." 'It's not as bad as I thought, but it's still noticeable.'

Washington got back on his rock, his black hair dripping wet. "I can't react fast enough…" As he panted, Reach shook his head and picked up a few more rocks. "Not quite. You are a bit slow to react to attacks from that side, true. But, you reacted too quickly to it, and as a result your momentum threw you off-balance. Try and sense where it'll be thrown; don't rely on your eyesight too much."

Washington wiped his dripping chin, and he regained his breath. "Let me try it again. I have to learn this." Reach began throwing the rocks again, and this time around, the wet Freelancer did show improvement from the first round. He dodged the first three without any problem, and he managed to backhand one from his right into the water. He landed, and he swung his leg to kick the fifth one away, sending it back to the red/black Freelancer.

"Well done. This time, use only kicks to deflect them," Reach instructed, catching it. 'He's a quick learner. It's harder for him to use punches; he can't time the distance as accurately. But with kicks, it ought to be a bit easier to hit them. Plus, it'll help reinforce his balance. If he can master that first try, I'll be impressed; it took me a few attempts to get it perfect.'

Washington ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back and getting in a stance to prepare. "Got it." His hands were open, and the former Spartan started throwing them at him. 'I don't expect him to master these techniques overnight. But in the time it'll take us to reach the last known location of the Meta, we can use the ship's training facility to hone his skills.'

It was heavily believed by Alpha, Eta, Sigma, and Delta that the Meta was hiding out somewhere within the Haven system, as that was where it had caused the most damage by laying waste to an entire UNSC airbase fifty klicks southeast of the prison Washington was held in. However, it had also killed North and a pair of ODST squads on Harmony, Alpha Team and Bravo Team. 'Bastard now has his sister helping him. As if the Meta wasn't already a massive pain in the ass to deal with.'

Washington tracked the first few rocks with ease, using a trio of high kicks to parry them away. Reach threw a duo towards his right leg to test him, and the half-blind Freelancer cursed as he stumbled, his foot slipping. "Fuck." He recovered just in time, and he sent the two rocks soaring, landing with a splash behind him.

The red/black Freelancer saw the sun beginning to set behind the trees, and he decided it was time to call it a day with the rock tests. "Good. That's enough for today." 'He's still has ways to go, but at the pace he's on, we're in luck. He learns quickly, though I suspect his desire for revenge is partially fueling this.'

Washington leapt off the stepping stones, picking up a Battle Rifle. "It's simple, yet I see what you mean by it's not as easy as dodging rocks. Thanks, Reach. I owe you one." He slicked his black hair back as the two began to walk back to their ship. "Hey…have you been able to find any trace of Carolina?"

Reach shook his head, giving him a towel salvaged from the Mother of Invention. "Not a thing. I'm sorry. But there's still a bit of hope. If Jun manages to catch up with us, then maybe he can shed some light on the situation before he imprisons us." 'Dammit Jun…I didn't expect our reunion to end up like this. So much for hoping for a few drinks and the usual banter.'

"Your old Spartan III buddy? What makes you think he'll arrest us? From what you and Tex told me, Maine and South, he sounds pretty damn reasonable," Washington murmured as he dried himself off. "I would think he'd be happy to know one of his old teammates isn't glassed to bits. Hell, he might even want to help us recover old Freelancer equipment scattered around the galaxy; we never did recover CT's armor."

"True. But ONI has me and Tex at numbers one and two on their hitlist," Reach reminded. "And you'd want to send in the big guns to take out a hyper-lethal assassin and the highest ranked Freelancer."

"Didn't you beat Tex in a fight in that shitty desert box canyon about two months ago?"

"I still don't believe she was going all out."

"Fair enough."

They reached the ship, and the former Spartan pulled a small blindfold out of his pocket, handing to him. "You'll be using this tomorrow. We won't be outside; the Huragok will have the new Slipspace drives active by 0100 hours." 'About time, too. I've been getting more paranoid about this damn jungle planet by the day; I keep expecting an ONI strike team to appear out of nowhere, guns blazing.'

Washington let out a whistle, taking it. "Got it. I'm going to guess you want me to walk around the ship blindfolded?" Reach nodded, and he stopped outside the black-haired Freelancer's room. "That's about right. I'll have more details tomorrow. Just get something to eat and rest up a bit; Sigma told me that Maine's making pork roast with South."

"Um, when the hell did the big man get into cooking?"

"Dunno. But finding a woman who can keep you in your place has a pretty big impact in your life."

"Like you and Tex?"

"Precisely."

Washington let out a quiet laugh, the first one Reach had heard from him since the days of Project Freelancer. "I'll be down in a bit; I'm just going to get changed real quick and dry off." He entered his room, shut the door, and the former Spartan began to sweat inside his armor, the humidity of the jungle planet finally starting to piss him off a bit. 'This place is just as bad as the old summer training grounds on Earth. South America fucking sucked.'

He walked until he reached the room he and Texas shared, and when he opened the door, the sight awaiting him made him sigh. 'Well then…I can honestly say I wasn't expecting to see this.' He folded his arms across his chest, giving a stare as he removed his helmet. "Nice outfit, Allison. I was beginning to think I didn't mutter in my sleep."

The blonde Freelancer was lying on their bed, wearing an incredibly short skirt, a shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts, and white fishnets. She stuck her tongue out at him with a wink, sitting up. "I told you those websites were worth checking out~. It took me awhile to get everything together though~."

"…you look like a perverted anime schoolgirl," Reach muttered, his face and chest heating up as he locked the door behind him. "You've definitely spent way too much time going through that porn collection we stole from Tucker." 'Not going to lie though…she looks fucking amazing in that.' "What drawer were they in? I was pretty sure you didn't bring those with you." 'I hate you, Emile…I can see you giving me shit about this.'

"I hid them in the drawer filled with some normal clothing," Texas replied with a smirk. "And I had an idea to…shall we say, make things a little more interesting~." She reached under her pillow and pulled out a fake high school report card, making Reach face-palm. "Where did you even…?" 'This crap seems way too familiar…' It was almost the exact same thing that happened in Noble Base, only it was Emile and some redhead from Sansar doing the role-playing at three in the morning, and the assault specialist purposely pissing Reach and Carter off by being as loud as he could. 'Asshole…'

"Eta helped print it out while you were busy training with Wash."

"Eta, you asshole..."

"You're very welcome. I'll log off now."

Reach rolled his eyes as his AI vanished, and he began unclipping parts of his armor. "Please don't tell me you wrote a fuckin' script, too…" 'Of course she did. I'll be anything that she wants to be the bad schoolgirl and have me be the stud teacher. I can't believe I'm actually into this shit. I guess I don't know myself as good as I thought.'

He finished removing his armor, and was about to put it on standby when Texas sauntered over to him, trying to put on her best innocent stare. "Hey Professor, I noticed my grades are really dropping this semester~. Is there…anything I can do for you to get them a little higher~?" As she rubbed up against him, she was placing one of his hands on her waist, lifting the skirt up a bit.

"You are the biggest pervert in the world…" Reach mumbled under his breath, his hand resting on a pair of lacey panties. "And that's fucking saying something." 'At least that damn cat costume isn't anywhere to be seen.' He gave the blonde a kiss, and she smiled against his lips. "Come onnnn~. Play along~. Take charge and talk dirty to me~." Her hand reached for his crotch, rubbing it slowly. "You wanted to, after all~."

"You're asking for it, aren't you?" the ex-Spartan returned. 'Never even tried this…but fuck it. First time for everything.' "Well, Allison…I can think of a few things you can do for me." The blonde smirked, tugging down his trousers and rubbing her face against his crotch. "That sounds quite a lot of fun to me~. And we have at least an hour all to ourselves, since that pork roast is taking a little longer than expected. Unless you're going to be lazy afterwards and try sleeping for a month and a half~."

Reach picked her up, kissing her and slowly pulling her lace panties down. "Who do you think you're calling lazy? I don't think I've ever clocked out at all." 'Never been in charge with her. Still, it's a nice change. I could get used to it.' Texas stuck her tongue out, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as his hands pushed her short skirt up. "Oooh, is Adam-sensei getting frisky~?"

Reach's boxers fell to the floor, and his erection sprang out. The blonde Freelancer's blue gaze flickered down to it, and she licked her lips slowly as she observed it with desire burning in her eyes. "Fucking hell babe…I want you. I want you so bad, I can't fucking stand it." She tried to reach for it, and the former Spartan pushed her hand away with a soft chuckle. "Oh, no you don't. You're being a bad, bad girl."

"Oooh, are you going to punish me~?"

"Damn right." Reach whipped out a pair of handcuffs, and in two clean movements, he had the blonde with her hands tied at the top of the bed. She jangled them gently, and after making sure she actually couldn't break out, she slowly spread her pale legs for him. "You win~. Now make me yours~."

Reach gave her a kiss, and he slowly pushed himself inside her tight wet hole. "Shit! Fuck…mmm!" Texas's eyes widened in pleasure, and she moaned loudly, her body shaking in excitement. "Ohhhhhh~! Yesssss~!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her chest heaved as Reach thrusted inside her. "Adam~!"

The former Spartan went slowly at first to tease her, and then sped up his movements. The sight of watching the blonde's breasts bounce with every thrust was pretty erotic, as were the sounds she was making. She struggled to get her hands free, and she moaned loudly as Reach's lips covered her neck. "Ahhhhh~! Ohhhhhhhhh~!"

"Mmm.." Reach left several red marks on Texas's neck, and he kept his steady pace. His arms held her hips, and to further drive her over the edge, slowly pushed his way deeper inside her. He could feel her tightening around him with each hard thrust, and the former Spartan moaned as reached further inside her wet hole. "Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Texas's dark blue eyes were watering with lust, and she shook as her lover went deeper and faster than before. "Fuck yes~! H-harder~! Ohhhhhhh~!" Her body tightened, and Reach gave her a deep kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth and dominating hers. The blonde tried to push back and show resistance, but with Reach still thrusting hard inside her, she eventually gave up, moaning passionately into his mouth. "M-mmm~!"

Reach's hands crept up to her chest, untying her shirt and letting her soft breasts bounce free. They shook with each thrust, and Texas started to arch her back, shaking as she experienced a powerful and violent orgasm. "ADAM~! OHHHHHH~!" Her hips bucked a few times, her wet hole clenching down on Reach's big erection, and she began to pant, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "F-fucking hell…"

The blonde shook the cuffs, her legs keeping the ex-Spartan inside her. "Can we switch positions, Professor~? Pleaseeee~?" Reach removed his erection from her tight hole slowly, teasing the tip against her sensitive clit and making her gasp in pleasure as he removed the cuffs from around her hands. "And what do you have in mind, sweetheart?" 'For me to actually outlast her sex-wise, I've built up some durability in the bedroom.'

"This~." Texas sprang up onto her hands and knees, gripping Reach's erection and leaning forward with a small smile. She gave the tip a gentle kiss, making the brunette twitch with pleasure and curse softly. "F-fuck…" 'Dammit. So much for trying to be dominant. At least I managed to be top for awhile.'

"Aww, you still have a weak spot for this~. So hot~." She slowly slid her soft lips up and down the sides, looking up with a wide-eyed innocent look as she teased him orally. Reach hissed softly, and Texas licked the tip slowly before she took him into her mouth. The ex-Spartan groaned in pleasure, and he helped hold several sticky strands of her hair back as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue licking around his length. "F-fuck! Allison! A-ahhhhhhh!"

Her hand slowly stroked him from the base to about halfway up, and she tried to take in more of him, starting to gag slightly. "M-mmm~!" She pulled her mouth off briefly to catch her breath, panting hard as she stroked him vigorously. "No matter how many times we do this, I'm still not used to your size~."

"I'd say you have a bit," Reach returned breathlessly, feeling his erection begin to throb a bit in her hand. 'I doubt I can ever get used to how good this feels. Shit, I hate it when that fucking asshole is right about things sexually. If he was still alive, he'd be a dick and start cheering with the Reds and Blues.'

"Aww, I can feel you throbbing a bit~. It looks like someone is about to cum~," the blonde smiled before taking him back into her wet mouth, sucking him off harder and faster. Reach let a moan escape his lips, and he began to breathe heavily as he felt his own ecstasy-inducing release beckon nearer and nearer. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! O-ohhhhh!" 'Fuuuuuck…I can't hold out any longer, and she knows it.'

Texas suddenly deepthroated him with her best innocent look, gagging hard as she took every last inch. Reach could feel himself tickling the back of her throat, and he closed his eyes as he began to shake almost uncontrollably before he came. "Allison! Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuck…." Texas kept her lips wrapped around him until he finished, and she removed them slowly, swallowing and licking a few stray drops from the tip. "Mmmm…you taste amazing~."

Reach fell down next to her, his arm wrapping her shoulder. "I love you." She smiled before giving him a kiss, her hand cupping his cheek. "I love you too, you big lump." Reach wiped several beads of sweat from his brow, and Eta's hologram flashed in front of them, the orange AI looking concerned. "Reach, Alpha just picked up a massive spike in AI activity! It's the Meta!"

'We've found it! Finally, we can end this fight with that mutated bastard.' Reach sat up, as did Texas. "Where is it coming from?" 'About time. Washington will be happy, too; he'll get his chance for revenge sooner than I thought.'

"Haven! And it seems as though the Meta has been wounded in some way," Eta replied. "It has the Epsilon AI as its primary host, following the termination of Zeta." Reach began pulling his clothes and armor back on, his helmet seals hissing as the familiar second skin formed a tight seal. "Tell the Huragok we're setting out as soon as it has finished its upgrades. It's time we finished that bastard off for good."

Eta vanished, and the two Freelancers finished putting their armor on before leaving their room behind to talk to the Reds and Blues about this vital breakthrough. 'You're not running away, Meta. Now that we know where you are, we're going to end this.'

A/N: That's it for chapter 41. Hope you enjoyed it, and next up, more clarification on the situation with the Meta. I know a lot of you think it's dead…but no spoilers yet. See ya soon for Chapter 42