A few weeks after being picked up by Charon, California was locked up in isolation. Chairman Hargrove has interrogated him a few times, but nothing really has come out of him. California really had no idea what Project Freelancer was doing with AIs. All that was taken was just the ship crashing along the planet. He was kept in the dark for a long time, the Director; Dr. Leonard Church really wanted California out of danger much, unless it was important until the crashing.
"Alright 'Agent', since you lack the knowledge of Project Freelancer… I'm going to give you a choice, A) you work for me and get to live. Or B) you die within the week, I'll let you think on it. Chairman Malcom Hargrove walked away from California's body and left the room. California was strapped to a vertical table, immobilized except his head. The locks clicked and he was released and fell to the floor. "What a dickhead…" he rubbed his wrists, first the downfall, now this torture. I guess I have to work for them to live." His armor was on the floor, scratched up. California's body was burnt, only a few non-lethal areas. He suited up, there was no one to help him put on some of the pieces of armor. Then looked at his helmet, he remembered where he etched his original name at on the back of his helmet, good thing nobody noticed it, due to the overcoat paint. He put his helmet on, air hissed and locked. The name etched in the back was spelled jaggedly: 'Cary'.
A man in Scout armor came to California's cell bars, "Hey there, how ya doing?" California looked up; the guy was wearing Scout armor with a black and orange/red color pallet. "Who the hell are you?" California asked. "Name's Felix and I am the guy that can help you though this if you listen." He shot up and gripped the bars, "And this 'help' will lead me to what?" Felix backed up, "Whoa, easy there sunshine. Look, it's just advice. Just say that you agree to work for us, and I'm sure you can make it out of this mess." California sighed, "What's the catch?" he glared at Felix, "The 'catch' is; you're going to have to take some lives, to preserve your own. That make sense 'Hollywood'?" California glared more, "It'll have to wait then… I won't be hasty…" Felix clapped, "Alright," he chuckled, "Stick with us, and you'll be a great soldier."
