Sorry for the lateness of this update. It was hard writing Maine. T_T But my editor (also known as my brother) said this was acceptable. I hope you like it and leave me a review.
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The gun went off as Agent Washington shot the pink soldier in the head.
The maroon soldier started screaming his head off immediately.
'Wuss,' Maine or the Meta as he was now known thought. "Acting like he's never seen a soldier get killed before."
Granted the soldier was his teammate, but still. Meta had seen many of his comrades die and not felt a thing about it.
Of course he had been the one to kill them. Still, the maroon Spartan was weak.
Speaking of weak former teammates.
Meta glanced over at the gray freelancer who showed no emotion as the maroon soldier leaned over his dead friend screaming for him to help.
Years ago, Sigma had told him of the horrors of Project Freelancer and convinced him of the power they could gain by finding the other AIs and reuniting with the Alpha.
He was no longer Agent Maine. They were the Meta.
They were going to hunt down every single AI. They were going to become whole again. They could gain metastability.
All that they needed to do was get rid of those pesky Freelancers and anyone who stood in the way of their goal.
Agent Washington was one of those people.
Meta had known Wash back before he was 'enlightened.'
The kid hadn't seemed much like a freelancer when they first met. He had been as nervous and skittish as a little kid.
He was just leaning against the wall, minding his own business, when some Spartan in gray and yellow armor had come walking up to him and started talking a mile a minute.
The gray soldier was Agent Washington, or Wash as he was apparently nicknamed, and he was his new roommate.
Meta smirked a little remembering the nervous ramblings of the Spartan.
Yes, Wash certainly didn't seem like the freelancer type when he had first met him.
Of course he wouldn't have been chosen for the project if he wasn't skilled in some way. Wash was a good shot. Made up for the fact that he was a shitty fighter.
Still, Wash had always been different.
A little more light hearted than most. Kinda naïve about things and sometimes a little clumsy.
He didn't seem that way anymore. Wash seemed cold and heartless, willing to do whatever it takes to reach his goals, no matter who he hurt. The way a freelancer should be.
Maybe Epsilon was why he was so different. No one knew better than him how having an AI in your head could change you.
Years passed after he left the project, and Meta wasn't really sure what had happened with Wash. He had heard that he had problems with his AI, but he didn't really expect it to be as bad as it had apparently been.
They had been searching for AIs when he saw the gray Spartan again for the first time in years.
The fool actually tried to stop them from doing their work. It was laughable really.
Wash could never beat Maine back in his freelancer days. Now they were the Meta, and they were a whole lot stronger now.
Of course, thanks to Agent South, that was unnecessary. She shot Wash in the back before they even got the chance to show just how strong they'd become.
The purple Spartan had managed to make off with their brother though. They should have killed her when they had the chance.
From there they'd gone off to where they knew Gamma and Omega would be. They could worry about Delta later. They wouldn't get another chance to get Omega.
After Gamma and Omega had been reunited with them, they went to go find Delta. They needed their logic after all.
The green AI was in possession of that horrible Agent South, who cared only for her own safety and not that of their brother. She was planning to abandon him to them so that she could get away.
She would have, that is, if those simulation troopers hadn't shown up. And who should be with them but Agent Washington.
The kid was one hell of a survivor. It really shouldn't have been surprising that he'd managed to live.
He wasn't going to be so lucky again.
He may have escaped, and taken the Delta AI with him and those idiotic blue soldiers, but they would find him.
They were the Meta and there was nowhere that he could hide.
The battle had taken its toll though. They were stronger but not invincible. They used up a lot energy fighting, and needed to recharge.
While they were recharging, Wash managed to find them.
It was a foolish mistake really. The red's intervention gave them the perfect opportunity to reunite with their lost brother.
He hadn't really wanted to come, but they had convinced him. They always did.
They finally got an opportunity to kill Agent Washington. The gray freelancer could finally see what great power they possessed.
The agent was close to the end. All it would take was the final blow, but he couldn't do it.
As they ran, they tried to write it off as worry that the simulation soldiers would have caught up to them and they needed to get Delta, but a slight memory of his meeting with Wash played through his mind.
At last they were almost whole. All they needed was the Alpha. Then they could be complete and gain metastability. They could finally be considered human.
Who better to follow to his location than Agent Washington? It was so easy. He didn't seem to suspect that they might be tailing him.
He must have figured it out at some point though. He actually thought that they would be fooled by his little decoy. He thought he could keep them away from what was rightfully theirs.
They wouldn't be fooled though. They followed the freelancer inside of the base. Stalking once again.
Inside, there was no Alpha! They had been tricked!
Washington was trying to set off an EMP to destroy them!
With a roar, Meta charged at Agent Washington, only to be stopped by a forefield.
He howled again and beat at the shield.
Wash could not do this to them! He couldn't be allowed to destroy him!
The Director's voice sounded above them, but they paid no attention to him. They no longer listened to the Director. Not after what he did.
The forcefield opened and Meta growled in surprise and suspicion.
Apparently freelancer didn't want Agent Washington to succeed either.
Meta quickly shot at Wash and advanced on him. Former roommate or not, he was going to die.
But before they did any favors for the Director, they needed to find the Alpha.
The AI in his head spoke. "Where is the Alpha?" they asked.
"The Alpha is not here. It has been moved far away. Attend to the matter at hand," the Director demanded.
The Councilor immediately soothed things over.
"Agent Maine what the Director's trying to say, is we can discuss the Alpha later. What's important, is that you prove that you can be trusted again. We need to trust you before letting you meet the Alpha. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked calmly.
However, Agent Washington had other ideas.
"You know Meta, why wait? Why don't you meet him, right now?" he asked, his voice laced with pain.
That was when they saw him. The Alpha! He was here! They could finally be whole again!
The AIs flashed around Meta's head. All of them crying out in joy as the Alpha rushed to join them in Meta's head.
The pain was unbearable. He could hardly move. All of those voices crying out in his head all at once. All of them thinking at once. It was too much!
It wasn't a problem for long. The EMP went off and all of the voices went silent.
Meta, he could no longer call himself Maine, came to hours later inside of a concrete bunker cell.
He probably would have remained there forever had it not been for Wash.
Wash had made a deal with the Chairman to retrieve an AI in exchange for freedom, and Meta had just gotten dragged along.
It was weird working with his former roommate again. After all those years, it was weird working with another human being.
It was even weirder considering how much both of them had changed. Meta had been 'enlightened', no longer working along those who had caused them..him…them so much pain, and Wash had been destroyed, broken mentally and emotionally by one of the Director's projects.
If Wash felt weird about it, he didn't show it. He didn't show any emotion now.
They went to the simulation base and found the red team.
The maroon one was the only one useful to them, the other two were expendable.
It made perfect sense to just shoot them.
He just didn't think Agent Washington had the guts to do it.