I own nothing. I did a Carolina part 2 because the 18th episode was so full of epicness and character development. Review this story and you will be filled with awesome.

'He's siding with them?'

Carolina could not believe it. Wash was siding with them. Those idiots, over her? What was happening?

They found the Director, Wash should be ecstatic. He should want revenge! He should want to help in any way possible, not stay here because those idiots are his "friends".

Those pathetic excuses for soldiers aren't his friends! Their friends were dead. Gone forever. Taken by a man who cared more about his experiments than the safety of the soldiers who swore to serve him and his cause. A man who treated them more like lab rats than people.

She was the only one left! She was his only friend that was still alive! They should be working together to get revenge on that son of a bitch.

Instead, he tells her to leave. To go face the ghosts, who were just as much his as they were hers, alone.

She thought York, North, and her were his friends. She thought that his loyalties would lie with them. That he would do whatever it took to get revenge, not for himself, but for his friends.

Apparently he had replaced them. His loyalties now lay with a bunch of rejects. A bunch of rejects that didn't even want to help their cause in the first place.

They should be honored to help fight in this mission. They might as well take a break from their pointless pretend fights and help with something that actually matters.

'What happened to you Wash?' Carolina thought. 'You were always such a good soldier. You cared about your friends. You trusted my judgment. You followed me wherever because you trusted me, and I trusted you to help in any way that you could.'

They trusted each other. They were friends. Those soldiers, if she could even call them that, weren't their friends. They shouldn't be.

They had no idea what it's like to trust someone. To think that you're doing the right thing, only to discover that the man whom you thought gave you everything was destroying you and everything that you held dear. Turning you against your friends and making you sacrifice everything to meet his goals.

They had no idea what it felt like to lose the ones that you cared most about and be left alone with nothing. Without a home, a job, your friends, your innocence, even your name. To have that all taken from you was horrible, and those morons had no clue.

Wash was fooling himself if he thought that they could possibly understand. If they could possibly be his friends.

She hadn't meant to lose her temper, but they were going to leave. They were going to abandon their mission because they were too lazy, stupid, and afraid.

They had no idea what a dangerous mission was. It was time for them to find out. To do something for the greater good.

But they wanted to leave. They said that it wasn't their problem and that they would not follow her anymore.

Carolina had pulled out her gun. She would teach these pathetic excuses for soldiers about obeying orders. She would make them listen. They would go distract those guards if she had to drag them there. They would complete this mission, whether they wanted to or not!

That was when she felt the gun on the back of her neck. She knew it was a shot that would pierce her protective armor and enter right into skull. She knew the shot would hit. Wash was always the best shot.

What she didn't know was why Wash had put a gun to her head.

Couldn't he tell that she was trying to get them more help? They had found the Director! He should want to take him down! It was what both of them had wanted for a long time! All that they had ever thought about!

"What are you doing?" she asked trying to keep the confusion and anger out of her voice.

"Protecting my friends," was the simple answer.

Friends? Carolina just didn't understand. Their friends were dead. All of them. Now they had the chance to take down the monster that was responsible for not only the death of their friends, but the death of their innocence and peace of mind!

And he wanted them to leave. He said that he wouldn't be responsible for any more of their problems.

The Director was the cause of all their problems! He wouldn't be causing any. He would be fixing them!

One by one, they all left. Leaving their mission, and their supposed friend Church behind.

Wash turned to Carolina, and she held her breath.

'Had he realized how stupid he was being? Did he remember the importance of what they were doing?'

No.

He turned to her and said, "I don't know what's gotten into you Carolina, but you better figure out the difference between your enemies and your friends."

Then he left. He just walked away. Walked away from the mission, and from her.

Those words were familiar to Carolina. Those were the exact words that she had told to Agent Texas, all those years ago.

The brief reminder of Tex made the freelancer's blood boil. She was not like her. She was better. A better soldier and a better friend.

She knew who her friends were. They weren't those useless Reds and Blues. It wasn't even Wash, not anymore.

They were North, South, CT, Maine, Church, and York.

Her enemy was the Director, the man who had taken them from her. The man who had tormented her. The man that she was never good enough to impress.

She knew the difference between enemy and friend. She just didn't have any more friends, except for Church.

It was Wash that needed to figure out who his real friends are. Who the enemy was, and remember exactly what he did.