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Wahoo! Another chapter! Should actually be doing math homework, but whatever! I hope that you like this chapter. Carolina was an interesting chapter to write. If it needs improvement you think, review and tell me about it and I will try and make it better. If you're just a troll who enjoys being mean, suck it!
Can't he see how important this mission is?
He of all people should know why the director needs to go down. The only people that can possibly understand how important this mission is would be him, herself, and, now that she realized it, Church.
These idiots. These Reds and Blues. They don't know anything. All that they've ever had to deal with is their stupid simulation fights. They were a bunch of rejects that weren't even good enough to be actual soldiers.
Not like North, South, Wyoming, or Maine. They weren't like Wash, York, or herself. They weren't actual soldiers who had given so much more than their lives to fight and make the world safe for the likes of them.
And here Wash was, actually trying to get her to slow down their mission just so those idiots could be comfortable! As if they were on a road trip!
She just didn't understand what was with Wash.
In a way, he was the same Wash she remembered before Eta and Iota, those damned AI that she had been so eager to put in her head, had stolen her sanity from her and left her in a comatose state for so long.
He was still the obedient soldier. The one who followed orders well. He still listened to her directives, he still called her boss. He still had that omeganess about him that seemed so familiar to her.
In a way, he was the only part of her past that was still intact. The only part of her past that wasn't marred by the director. But now she wasn't so sure how intact that piece of her past was. He was off.
Once she was ready and able, she had done her research. She knew that Maine was the Meta. That he was that way because of her damn AI Sigma.
She knew that as the Meta, Maine had killed North and countless others. She knew about South's betrayal, how she had shot Wash in the back and stolen Delta. She knew that South had apparently been killed by that blue idiot.
Apparently their computers had a whole file dedicated to his kills.
She found out that York, had been killed by Wyoming, while he was trying to help Tex. The very thought made her blood boil, but she tried not to think about that.
Most of all, she had found out what had happened to Wash.
His fate had been similar to her own. He had had an AI implanted into his head. That AI had had caused him to go insane. They had him locked up for a while.
They never intended to let him out. But the Meta had killed off many of their agents, they had no other reserves.
They let him out so that he could continue their work, never even suspecting that he was working to bring down the project. He succeeded, and the thanks he got was a jail cell.
She wasn't sure how, the records were blank after his arrest file. But he had gotten out. She had found him while she was looking for anyone who might have ties to the Alpha.
And she had found him, decked out in blue armor. Now apparently in charge of the blue idiots.
She was glad to have found him. She probably would not have been able to handle either of those idiotic teams long, but he had helped her deal with them, and helped her get Church out of the hole that they had hidden him in.
Wash had seemed different though.
Whenever they would go on missions back in the day, he hadn't been this tense. He hadn't been this down. He had always seemed more lighthearted and upbeat. He was serious when he had to be, but even then, it was nothing like he was now.
Though she hated to have the thought, he was kind of like the Reds and Blues that now kept their company. Laughing and joking with her and York. Making stupid comments that showed just how new to the whole 'freelancer' business he was. Needing to be saved by her multiple times because he would get distracted or feared ending up like Georgia.
He never seemed to laugh or make jokes like he used to. He didn't have that odd sense of nativity that used to just be Wash.
In a way, that was just fine for Carolina. Now was not the time to make jokes, or make friends. Now was not the time for any stupid mistakes caused by stupid people.
This mission was serious and should be treated as such.
He still followed her orders. That's what was important, but he actually seemed reluctant and resentful about them moving off.
He actually seemed more concerned about how these idiots might feel leaving a bunch of useless bases, than about avenging their fallen teammates.
Their friends, North, York, CT.
On getting revenge on the man who had caused him to lose all of his carefree innocence, his joking and happiness, and turn him into the cold unfeeling man he was today.
Had these idiots made him go soft?
Was he trying to fool himself into thinking that he could trust these morons? Be their friends? Had he forgotten that they had a team of the best soldiers? That they couldn't even trust those people who were closest to them? The people who were actually their friends, not these idiots who didn't even seems to be friends with each other most of the time?
Did he really think that these morons, these morons who couldn't even seem to remember how to shoot a gun half the time. These idiots who treated a war, even if it was a fake pointless war to help train those better than them, like a stupid game of capture the flag, could be trusted?
No, she would see to it that this mission would be complete.
Then maybe, after the director was finally in the ground where he belonged, things could go back to normal. Things could be simple again. Happy again.
Yes, she and these idiots would see this mission completed, whether they wanted to or not.
She would make Wash realize the importance of what they were doing. He didn't seem to care anymore, he seemed to have forgotten.
Forgotten the importance of what they were doing.