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He almost didn't recognize him.
He was so different.
It had been years since either he or York had had contact with anything to do with the project, but Wash was too different.
He remembered back from when everything was simple. When he and York were not constantly on the run.
That Agent Washington had been, relaxed, fun-loving, only taking things seriously when the situation called for it.
He had been so easy to tease, and mess with. Now he seemed to be the type that you don't want to mess with.
Though the main reason that Delta hadn't recognized Agent Washington, would have to be the agent's apathy.
"How could Agent Washington stand over York's dead body and be so indifferent?" Delta thought to himself. He himself, and AI fragment, with no other feeling in his programing besides the logic that he was, felt some remorse at his partner's death. How could this man, who for many years was York's friend, be so cold and uncaring?
Back in the day, he and York were friends. Laughing and joking around with each other. The fought with each, watched each other's backs.
And he just stood there calmly talking to him in a tone one might use to talk about the weather.
York even made attempts to calm him down about Agent Washington's AI implantation. His AI implantation…
It was no secret to Delta what had happened with Agent Washington's AI Epsilon. His brother had gone mad, and self-destructed inside of the agent's head.
The results hadn't been good for Agent Washington. He had gone second-hand mad, unable to distinguish the AI's derailing thoughts from his own, and whatever sanity that the man had managed to preserve, had been wiped out in the explosion.
It was the agent's steadfast refusal to have Delta implanted into his AI unit that it finally clicked in Delta's mind who he was.
Agent Washington had stated many times while in recovery that he would never let another AI near his head. It hadn't seemed to matter at the time. There was little chance that he would ever be allowed anywhere outside of a padded room. Let alone anywhere that might require the use of an AI.
"I don't do that" the agent said bitterly.
Inside Delta's mind, it just clicked. "Are you Agent Washington?" he asked evenly, logic knowing for sure what the answer would be.
"That's me."
For some strange reason, this saddened Delta. He had already lost Agent New York, a man that he had found some feelings in his data banks that might be akin to friendship, was already gone. Dead, never to be brought back.
Now it felt as though, he had lost a man that was closest thing to those peaceful days before the AI implantation program had caused the entire project to come crashing down in flames.
The one that was the closest thing that he could have to his fallen partner, was gone as well.
From then on Delta talked to Agent Washington as if he were talking to just another operative. A stranger.
Agent Washington seemed to return the sentiments. It seemed that he did not remember much of Delta either.
The Agent Washington that Delta had known. The one who was kind and naïve. The one who was friends with Agent York, was gone.
Only to be replaced by this cold, unfeeling stranger.