That's right, I wrote a second chapter. I feel so accomplished! I hope it is acceptable, even if it is shortish. Writing this I realized Tex and Wash have had almost zero interactions. Minus fights to the death. :p

I don't own RedvsBlue.

This chapter is for missmoney101 who requested that I do Tex.

Tex tried to tune out the sound of Church's wining as she readied her traps for Agents Maine and Washington.

Her memories weren't exactly perfect, but she remembered enough to know they were the ones who could answer all the questions, or at least lead her to the Director.

From what she could remember Maine, or the Meta as he was known know, wouldn't be a good source of information. He was never much of a talker to begin with, and he was too tough for torture to work.

Washington would be perfect though. From what she remembered of him, he was always weaker than all the other freelancers, and he never could seem to shut-up.

He seemed to be one of the most immature soldiers that she had met, well besides those Bloodgulch idiots. He had pictures of kittens in his locker for crying out loud!

He wasn't too bad of a soldier though, not like any of those simulation idiots though he was about as mature as one. Shitty at hand-to-hand combat, but was a pretty good shot.

The main thing she remembered was that he was by the books. Following every order issued to him dutifully. He was never the type to disobey authority or go rouge.

That's why the guys' memories were so confusing.

The Wash they knew was bitter and hardened. More like a freelancer should be as opposed to the dork she remembered. He didn't joke, didn't try and make small talk, didn't try and make friends, and Tex tried to rack her memories for reasons why.

She had left the project because she had figured out what the Director was doing. Figured out that she wasn't what she thought. Though she hated to admit it, she did it for Church as well.

Wash hadn't left the project. North and York had helped her, South and Wyoming tried to stop her, Carolina had died trying to beat her, but Wash hadn't been in any part of the break-in.

He'd been hospitalized after a botched AI implantation, the one who was currently wining about his little gun wound.

Church, or Epsilon as he'd been known back then, was the memories of Alpha's torture. She'd been worried about the kid before he'd gone under for surgery, but she never figured out what happened with him.

Apparently finding out about the Director's misdeeds by reliving them, rather than a memory card as she'd done, did messed up things to a person's head.

She had to give Wash props though. It took props to nurse a grudge for so long, and then when the moment was right, take your revenge and bring down Project Freelancer.

Of course he had apparently killed the original copy of both her and AlphaChurch, but that still took major guts, and Tex couldn't help but give the grey and yellow freelancer props. It definitely wasn't something the Wash she had known would have done.

The guys weren't sure what had happened to Wash, but Simmons mentioned something about prison. Apparently the Wash had bitched about it a bit while he had taken the maroon soldier hostage.

Whatever had gone on during his incarceration, Wash was no working with the Meta, and he would stop at nothing to capture Church, including betraying the people who thought he was their friend.

It was true, Agent Washington had apparently changed since she'd, or at least some form of her, had seen him. He'd gone from being the rookie of the freelancers, to being one of the only ones who'd managed to survive. He'd gone from being the wide-eyed idealist, to being cynical and mistrusting, the light in his eyes having gone off long ago.

Tex tried to focus her mind as she'd readied the last of the mines. She couldn't be distracted, different personality or not, he was still the same agent he'd been back at the project, bad at close combat, good with guns.

The guys' stories about Wash were so different than what her memories told her he should be, and she wasn't sure if it was her memories or those idiots' stories that was wrong. Maybe Washington really had changed, or maybe the guys were just intimidated by any freelancer and too stupid to realize the difference between a dangerous one and one who wasn't much of a threat.

She saw their car drive closer, and she went to go hide. She guessed she was about to find out.