Thanks for clicking on this story! If you're like me then you probably enjoy South as a character but don't find many fanfics on her. Well look no further, hopefully, you'll enjoy this fic I'll be working on until I finish it or I die. Preferably the former.

This is the first fanfic I'll be uploading so, please don't be too harsh. Or be extremely harsh. I can't control you. Let me know what you think!

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Being a freelancer I always thought I was gonna die alongside my teammates and brother. Maybe, In a bloody hard-fought battle where my story could be told for sometime. Instead I got my brother killed and am about to be killed by Washington, my former teammate.

On top of that I'm going out knowing a stupid sim trooper was able to get a shot on me. Can't say I don't deserve it. I've killed my share of soldiers that didn't need to die the way they did.

"What are you suggesting?" I've heard that tone of voice before. Wash knew what Delta meant, he just wanted to confirm.

"That we do not allow her to hamper our progress." Would Washington really kill me like this? I know I've screwed him over before but, is he that cold?

"Okay." Wash reached around his leg pulling out a pistol and aimed at my head.

Guess that answers that question. To think the naive, worst ranking freelancer, would be the one to kill me. Guess it can't be changed.

I'll stare him down, but not without going out with a few words.

"Oh, come on Wash what are you gonna do? Sh-"

I would be lying if I said I didn't flinch at the shot. I was relieved and confused at this sight before me the sim with the sniper, he shoved Wash slightly causing him to miss my head.

"Hold on Wash, I may not like freelancers but this is just fucking cold."

Guess the sims ain't got the stones to do things dirty.

"Killing her isn't going to accomplish anything for us." I'm lucky this sim has a bleeding heart, otherwise I'd be dead right now.

"If anything we should use her as bait for the Meta. We could get the drop on him easier that way."

For a split second, I forgot I was injured and tried stepping forward only to fall to the floor.

"Fuck! Y-you can't use me as bait! Just kill me now, that would be better than dealing with the Meta."

There's no telling how the Meta would kill me. A simple bullet to the head would be much faster, and merciful. This sim definitely had the mindset of a freelancer.

"No, as much as I hate to say it Church's right I can't afford letting him get away like earlier today. You could be my only chance of stopping the Meta." Wash still had his gun trained on me as he approached "But make one mistake and you're dead."

This isn't looking good. If I wasn't injured I could at least fight the Meta and try escaping. But I can barely stand on my own, I won't stand a chance in my current state.

"Fine, not like I got much of a say in the matter." Wash crouched down to my level making sure his visor is directly in line with mine.

"That's right, you don't." With that he grabbed my arm, pulling me up and he shoved me against the big blue sim. "Caboose, make sure she doesn't escape."

"You sure you wanna leave her with Caboose? He can barely keep track of his own tongue." The sim I think called Church, sorta inspired confidence in me. If this sim watching me isn't smart, then I could escape easily.

"That's not true, that only happens when I close my eyes" Yup, perfect warden for escaping. I'll just need to find the perfect opportunity.

"Then you can watch her alongside Caboose. Two guards is better than one." With that he walked down towards the cycles they arrived on.

"Fucking perfect, I make one suggestion and now I'm stuck on babysitting duty." Church turns to face me and Caboose "Let's go inside, see if we can find anything to support her leg."

I highly doubt we'll find anything here it's a dump. More importantly, I don't want time wasted on what could be used fixing my leg.

"Church was it? I don't know what you expect to find in there. I swept this place, no first aid kits or anything." This sim should know better he was here earlier when Wash picked him up.

"Good, because I'm not a medic and have zero fucking medical knowledge. We'll find a stick and some leaves to help."

Sticks? Leafs?! "You can't be serious. What kind of plan is that?! The leaves won't stop the bleeding we need something that applies pressure to the leg!"

Church didn't seem fazed, he continued walking into the base. "We can't always get what we want. See, I didn't want to deal with freelancers or the dumbass holding you. So please complain quieter."

He finally vanished into the base, leaving me and the big blue sim in the middle of the base. "I'm going to die here."

"Don't worry Miss. Church's died plenty of times already!" This did not inspire confidence in me. I was surprised to see that he carried me easily and followed in Church's path. With the armor on I must weigh at least a ton.

"Oh right! Where are my manners? What's your name purple lady?" Not even a hint of a struggle in his voice. This sim might be on par with Metas strength. I suppose it's only fair to introduce myself, without these sims I'd be dead or worse.

"You can call me South."

Thanks for reading this far! Where will this story go? Hopefully pretty far, as I've always thought this kind of story would be cool.

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