Third person POV
The mother of invention
Theta watched through a camera as Agent Texas entered the class room, dog tags held tightly in her hands.
After a few minutes he saw her come out, seeing that she was tensed up and her grip had tightened around the dog tags, Theta knew it was time.
It took him a second, a god-awful time that was, to navigate his way back to North. Once he had, he said the words they had been waiting for, "It's time!"
York nodded and grabbed his shotgun, "Delta, override code Omega 13, you no longer do as project freelancer says."
Deltas green hologram appeared with a slight hum, "Acknowledged Agent York. Is it finally time to execute the plan?"
York loaded his shotgun, nodding his head all the while, "That's right buddy, it's finally time. North, you gotta do the same with Theta."
North gave a small nod, putting his helmet on, "Theta, Override code Alpha 20, all orders from project freelancer are to be ignored."
Theta put up his hand in a quick and childish salute, "Sir, yes sir!"
York put his shotgun on his back and looked at the door, "Come on, time to commence operation: Party Crasher."
From there, agents New York and North Dakota went their separate ways.
Time to crash the party.
Mini time skip
York ran down the hallway, knowing he had to find her BEFORE she did something stupid. She may have the number one spot, but she could be damn rash at times, that's why he knew he would have to be the first one to find her.
It seemed luck was on York's side, for he ran right into the person he was looking for. Unfortunately for him, he ran into the person he was looking for and got kicked in the balls because of it.
"Damn. I always said kicks to the balls could be lethal if I was doing the kicking. Lost that bet..." Agent Texas, while trying to appear nonchalant, was seething in anger. She couldn't care less that York ran into her, but she had just found out the truth behind project freelancer.
Someone was gonna pay. Someone needed to die. And it needed to happen by her hand.
York had let out a high-pitched squeal when she kicked him, falling to his knees and holding his crotch, "Whhyyyyyy..."
The "Black armored bitch" as she was nicknamed by some of the lower ranked freelancers simply shrugged, "You startled me, and I reacted in self-defense." Inside her helmet however, Tex couldn't help but smirk. Both her and York knew it was bullshit.
"Whatever Texas... look, I was actually looking for you anyway." He tapped his helmet, tapping the small button to turn off external coms.
Tex got the hint and turned off her external coms. A light in her helmet started beeping before opening up, "Tex, can you hear me? Is it working?
"It's working York, now what's with all the secrecy? I need to be somewhere after all." Tex spoke, wondering why York was indeed trying to be so secretive.
"I know that you know the truth now. Me and North found out a while ago, we have a plan. Your gonna have to trust us though, alright?" York sounded anxious, Tex noticed that he was also shifting slightly, possibly out of anxiety.
"Alright. So, what's the plan then?" She said, crossing her arms as she kept her eyes on the tan freelancer.
Two days later
"Agent Texas tried to take agent Wyoming's A.I. Carolina, your job is to hunt her down, and kill her. We can't have her running around." The director stared at Carolina's visor, staring right into her eyes, like her visor wasn't even there.
Carolina, on the other hand, couldn't help but question the Directors thought process. When Six and C.T escaped, taking a Prowler, Omicron, and several weapons with them, there had been no order to hunt them down.
Yet now Texas, who only had Omega and didn't take half the weapons Six took - though she did admit Omega WAS supposedly the strongest A.I - wasn't as great of a threat as Six. No, she knew this much from when Six had completely floored her.
But she also knew it would only do more harm than good to argue, "Alright sir, I'll do as you say. When am I to leave, and will I have anyone to assist me?" Before the Director could give her an answer the ships alarms started blaring.
"Well, there's Agent Texas right now, along with her damn partner in crime. Carolina, I believe you know what to do." The director then went and turned his back on her.
Line-break
Agent Texas POV
I ran down the hallway of the mother of invention, thinking of the plan. Everything was going according to plan so far.
It was hard to believe that North was willing to fight South instead of trying to convince her to join them. He had always doted on her after all.
I hopped off the floor and landed on the wall, already used to there being no gravity in the ship. Only a second after I landed though, Carolina appeared on the other side of the hallway.
'Didn't think York would be able to best her. He's too soft, not to mention she was number one while he was number two for a reason.' I think, staring at Carolina. If all would go to plan, then hopefully we could save her too.
Me and Carolina launched ourselves forward, slamming into each other.
I stood on the ceiling while Carolina was on the floor. We both tried to gain an advantage on the other, each of us launching a flurry of punches...
line skip
Third person POV
The mother of invention entered Side Winders atmosphere, it was also known as the planet that was really fucking cold. Pieces of the ship were falling off as it descended, smoke billowing from the ship as it crashed.
It skimmed a mountain top as it went down, the slight contact directing the ship more to the right, throwing it off it's previous crash course.
Soon after, the ship crash landed, skidding through the icy terrain. It slowly came to a stop, though as it stopped, any outside observer would've thought they had seen an aqua dot fly from the front of the ship a little bit before it came to a complete spot.
Soon after, a figure in white armor ran in the direction of the aqua dot. When he stopped, seeing who he was looking for, he stopped, putting his weapon, a brute shot, on his back. He looked down at the Aqua armored agent, agent Carolina.
Sigma, Agent Maine's A.I, appeared. He gave Maine a nod.
The Director POV
I looked up with slightly blurry eyes, I watched as a figured in white picked up someone in aqua, Carolina. He picked her up by her throat before he soon tossed her off the cliff. I held a calm outlook, though internally I was slightly disappointed.
It seemed that agent Carolina would not be of any more use to the project from this day forward.
Third person POV
While it has looked like to the Director, and to everyone else on the ship for that matter, that Maine had thrown Carolina off of the cliff, taking her A.I in the process, to anyone who was watching from a high point would see that at a certain point, things would change.
As soon as Agent Maine was out of sight of the people on the mother of invention, he seemed to change slightly. Instead of being alone now, he carried on aqua figure over his shoulder..