We park outside a building labeled "Sarge's Guns" and walk in. The bell rings as the door opens, and a man looks up from putting some guns on racks. He's wearing a red shirt, combat boots, and camouflage fatigues.

"Church," he says, "What took ya so long? I've already put half of these new guns up."

"Hey, Sarge," Church says, grinning from ear to ear, "You remember Tex, don't you?"

The man in red stiffens, "Tex? You mean that Freelancer lady who beat the crap out of us so many times I can't even remember most of them?"

"Oh, come on," Tex says, "I didn't hit your head that hard."

"Why are you here?" Sarge asks.

"Didn't you know we were dating?" Church asks, "And that she and Lopez run an auto shop down the street?"

"Lopez?" Sarge says, and perks up visibly.

"Oh, God, no," Lopez says as Sarge runs over and gives him a bear hug.

"I missed you too, Lopez!" Sarge says tearfully, and Lopez pries him off.

"Up yours," Lopez says.

"I'm, doing great, thanks for asking!" Sarge says, oblivious to what Lopez is actually saying. He looks over at me and Nira and raises an eyebrow. "Who're those two?"

"Sarge," Tex says, "This is Agent Nevada, also known as Gabriel One Sixteen, and his wife, Nira One Fifteen."

"One Sixteen?" Sarge says, "The hell kind of last name is that?"

"The Spartan kind," I say, "And also, since we had to register a last name to get married, we're now Gabe and Nira Black."

"Spartans?" Sarge says, "I heard about you guys. Some kinda super soldiers, right? Ah, never mind that. So what're y'all doin' here?"

"Well," Tex says, "Gabe here came up with the idea of a Freelancer reunion, and he said the Blood Gulch guys could tag along. You in?"

"Sure," Sarge says, "When is it?"

"Well," I say, "We were thinking of holding it a week from now, but I have a better idea now. I had a massive amount of money when I left the military, being a Spartan and a Freelancer, so I was able to get this small island a few hundred miles off the coast. Since all of us live in this city, we could just get everybody together over the course of today, and just fly out and spend a week there. How does that sound?"

"A week on an island with Caboose?" Church groans, "Just kill me now."

"You could just not come," Tex points out.

"Yeah," Church says, "But then I wouldn't get to watch Grif and Simmons argue, and that's half the fun."

"Yeah," Tex laughs, "That is pretty funny."

"Alright," Sarge says, "I'm in. Just let me put up a sign first."

Sarge posts a sign saying that he'll be away for a week or so, then hops in his red pickup truck. Before we pull out of the parking lot, I walk up to Tex's motorcycle, which looks suspiciously like the one Colorado gave her one Christmas, and she removes her helmet.

"You know," I say, "I was going to say something, but first I gotta ask, is that the bike Colorado gave you for Christmas?"

"Yeah," she grins, "I managed to convince the military to give it to me when I left."

"Nice," I say, "He told me he knew you'd like it. Anyways, I was going to make watches like yours and mine for all the guys at the reunion, so should I include the Blood Gulch crew?"

"Well," she sighs, "If it isn't too much trouble for you. It might help smooth things over with these guys, they tend to dislike Freelancers. In the end, it's really your choice."

"Alright," I say, "Thanks for the advice."

"No problem," she says as I walk back to my car. I hop in the driver's seat, and Nira is already in shotgun. Church sends me another address for one of his friends, and we drive off.

As we pass a small convenience store, I notice a very familiar-looking man walking into the store. I signal the others to pull into the parking lot, then I park and hop out. I jog into the store and walk up to the desk, where the familiar-looking man is setting up the cash register.

After a few moments, I finally figure out who he is: gray and yellow shirt, jeans, grayish hair, slight scar on his face from Maine's brute shot.

"Wash," I say as I lean onto the desk. The man jumps and looks at me for a moment, then his eyes widen in recognition.

"Nevada?" he says, shocked, "Why are you here?"

"Man," I laugh, "We've been looking everywhere for you! You dropped off the radar after we all left the military, and none of the guys I sent could find you."

"Oh, those guys?" Wash says with a tired grin, "I thought they were government agents tracking me, so I gave them the slip."

"Well, you did a damn good job of it. You know, Connie's been worried sick about you. She still has feelings for you."

"Connie?"

"Yeah, CT. She and New Mexico started a tech company, they're massive now."

"Wait," Wash says, "Could that be C-Tech? That business that had a massive boom a little while back?"

"Yeah, Connie and Mex are running that whole thing. Nira and I came up with an idea for a kind of reunion, and we brought Tex in on it. She brought a guy named Church, and we already picked up his friends Lopez and Sarge."

"Wait," Wash says, narrowing his eyes, "Church? You mean Epsilon?"

"That guy's Epsilon?" I say, surprised, "Holy crap, he must have gotten around the system, or maybe I'm just getting lazy."

"Well," Wash says, "I don't know if I can come. I wouldn't be able to stay open if I left, even for a couple days."

"Then just sell the thing! You can just stay with Connie, while she works and you stay at home. You got worse than all of us put together, except maybe Carolina, you've earned retirement."

"Well," Wash says, pondering for a moment, "I guess I'm in. This will probably be the best reunion ever. Of all time."

I laugh, "Man, you love that line, don't you? Come on, the others are outside."

Wash and I walk outside, and Tex immediately recognizes him. "Wash!"

"Wash?!" Church yells from his car, and rolls down his window. "Holy shit, Wash! How are ya doing?"

"Hey, Epsilon," Wash says sheepishly.

"Where have you been?" Tex asks.

I explain the situation to the others, then we each get in our cars and drive away, ready to meet more old friends.