"Flight 274B is now boarding. All disabled personel may begin boarding the flight."

I sighed and looked over to Ed and Beth, who were sitting to the left of me. Ed finished off his coffee and tossed it into the garbage can a few feet away from us.

"All military personnel may now board the flight," the lady called over the intercom.

"Well, this is us," Ed sighed, standing up and grabbing his carry on bag. Beth and I stood up as well, and the three of us began walking to the small line next to the desk. Beth stretched and groaned, having been woken up from her short nap.

"You guys sitting close to me?" I asked, pulling out my ticket.

"Fortunately," Ed smiled, taking out his ticket as well, "we're in the row in front of you."

"Awesome," I replied, handing my ticket to the attendant. She scanned it and frowned, before scanning it again.

"This isn't right," she mumbled to herself before looking up at me. "Excuse me, miss? You're going to have to stand off to the side for me," she said, motioning me over.

"Um, what?" I asked, obviously confused. She led me to an area on the other side of the desk before going back to scan tickets.

"It's okay, Lily, we'll wait with you," Ed reassured, smiling at me. I felt thankful, but Beth ruined my mood when she glared at her twin. He, however, elbowed her and continued smiling. Beth yelped then grumbled something about agreeing before starting to walk over to me.

"I'm sorry miss, I'm going to have to ask you to please board the plane now," The attendant said to Beth.

Beth shrugged and began walking back before Ed glared at her again. She glared back, but stopped walking nonetheless.

"Please, board the plane now, miss. You as well, sir, you're holding up the line," the attendant seemed a little panicky.

I sighed, "Just go, guys. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon."

We eventually did, just not as soon as I had hoped.

When the plane finished boarding, the attendant locked the terminal doors and asked me to follow her.

I was thinking about how today was the wrong day for me to fly out, when we arrived at a much smaller terminal.

"You will be taking this flight, instead," the attendant smiled, spreading her hand toward the door.

I gave a fake, sarcastic smile back, "No, I think I'm gonna go back to the other flight."

"No, you will be taking this flight, with orders straight from the Director," she smiled through clenched teeth.

'The Director?' Now why did that seem so familiar?

"Ah, Ms. Yang, just in time," a familiar voice behind me stated.

I turned around and spotted Aiden Price, the same man who had offered me to join his program. The same guy who mentioned a 'director.'

"Oh, hello Counselor, Ms. Yang is prepared to board the flight," the attendant smiled, going back to a sweet, seemingly robotic voice.

Wait, is this the same woman who took my suitcase from earlier?

"Thank you, Phyllis, you may go now," Mr. Price smiled. She nodded once and walked off.

"Are you ready to board?" He asked, taking my arm, and giving me no time to answer.

"Will someone please tell me what all of this is about?" I demanded, obviously irritated.

Mr. Price, or the 'Counselor,' as he asked me to call him, brought me onto a private jet with no explanation why. He smiled at me and leaned forward in his chair.

"Lillian, you must believe me, we mean no harm to you. We're only doing what we agreed we would do," he explained.

What the fuck?

"Agreed? Agreed?! I didn't agree to any of this shit! You're basically kidnapping me!" I screeched, and I'll admit, my voice cracked a bit.

The Counselor chuckled and leaned back once more in his seat. "I believe we discussed it earlier? When I told you about my...organization."

I sighed and narrowed my eyes at him, "Oh, you manipulative little fuc-"

"Counselor, I hope you aren't trying to scare off our first candidate, are you?" A voice with a deep southern drawl asked from behind me. I turned and spotted a man, barely taller than I, with dark greying hair, and rectangle glasses.

The Counselor chuckled and stood up, "Of course not, Director, I was just trying to explain the...situation to Ms. Yang."

The Director nodded before taking the Counselor's previous seat. The Counselor himself, and I was finally able to get a good look at this 'Director.'

'This must be the man that Aiden and Phyllis were talking about,' I thought.

Well no shit, Sherlock.

I rolled my eyes at my insulting inner monologue before focusing in on the Director. He seemed to be in deep focus, his bright green eyes focused on mine. Suddenly I began to feel awkward, he seemed to be staring directly into my soul.

Ha, directly, get it?

Yes, haha, hilarious.

Shut up.

"So, Lillian, I am quite pleased that you decided to be a part of our project," the Director said, finally breaking off his intense gaze and pulling out a suitcase.

I went to say something to protest, but when he opened his suitcase, all that came out was a pathetic squeak.

I was expecting some filed papers, or maybe even his lunch, but inside was a bright see through tablet as well as a...glass M1911? I wasn't sure if it was possible to shoot a glass gun, but maybe he just kept it for looks.

The Director took out the tablet and began scrolling and typing before an image popped up into the air, like a hologram.

Now, most people might think this was modern technology at this point, but after Steven and Megan wasted all their money, we became pretty poor. So I was pretty intrigued by all this super expensive stuff.

"Now this," The Director began, "is what my program is all about. This, Lillian, is everything you will be doing, and what you will be a part of. This is Project Freelancer."

A/N: Hey! I know I promised this yesterday, I'm really sorry! I didn't get home until very late and I was sooo tired, but here we are now. I know, shortish again, but after the 12th I'll be 10x less busy with schoolwork (I hate IB).

Anyway, I know I want to include the Blood Gulch Chronicles, but I feel as if that would make this story suuuuuper long and drawn out. So I think I've decided to just make this story strictly Freelancer days. I'll most likely create a sequel to this about Lillian being on the blue team! Yay! (Sorry, but suck it red! (jk ily simmons))

Anyway, let me know what you guys think of the chap and if the two story thing is a good idea? Aight, thanks so much!

~Saaammmm