Episode 12: Out of Mind

Fade in to various scenery, with voices in voiceover
Tex:
Okay, I'll take the lead. Give me fifteen seconds then follow, sync?
York:
Sync.
Delta:
Fire detected. Cover recommended.
Tex:
Dammit, jam! Cover, cover, cover!
York:
Aah!
Tex:
York, are you okay? How bad is it D?
Delta:
York will not survive.
Cut to Carolina
Carolina:
I'm sorry York.
Abandoned Island Fortress / Present Day
Carolina:
Sorry I didn't listen. I just... I don't understand. Why her? Why Tex?
Church appears in miniature over the vehicle
Church:
Tex?
Carolina:
You.
Church:
Ah, shit.
Carolina:
Let me guess: just, wanted some information.
Church:
Carolina I-
Carolina:
You don't have a clue, do you? You and your friends, just think I'm some bloodthirsty merc with a bad attitude. But you know what? You're wrong. I'm much worse.
Church:
Look, you go and round up everyone I know, just to bring me back, and then you keep us all in the dark? W-what the hell did you think was gonna happen, Carolina? Of course no-one trusts you.
Carolina:
Well I don't trust them, Epsilon. I don't trust anyone any more.
Church:
Oh why not. Because having friends would ruin the whole "psychotic loner bitch" thing you got goin' on? 'Cause that would be a real shame.
Carolina:
It's because I had a team once. A team, with the best training, the best equipment, and despite everything that they had that made them the best? They still lied, and stole, and tore each other to pieces. So you tell me, how the hell am I supposed to trust a ragtag team of idiots, when I couldn't even trust the people that were closest to me.
Church disappears
Carolina:
That's what I thought.
Cut to the rest of them
Grif:
Huhh. I never thought I'd say this, but I can't sleep.
Ancient Alien Temples / Present Day
Simmons:
Yes, we know. You've been shoveling food into your mouth for an hour.
Tucker:
Yeah, what's up with that?
Grif:
It's a nervous habit, okay?
Tucker:
No, where the fuck does someone find potato chips in the middle of the desert?
Sarge:
Ah, quit yer complainin'. Carolina's probably miles away by now. The only thing we've got to worry about are sand fleas. And that, other trained operative on patrol outside.
Tucker:
Wow. You have a way with words that just immediately makes me want to kill myself.
Sarge:
Look, it's like your little fairy friend said-
Tucker:
I thought Donut was your friend?
Simmons:
He means Church.
Sarge:
All we've got to do is stick together, and everything will be just fine.
Grif:
Well, somebody probably should have told Caboose that. 'Cause he's gone.
Cut back to Carolina, looking down at a lighter. Church re-appears, talking slightly disjointed like he's phasing in and out (which, really, he is)
Church:
Carolina?
Carolina:
I'm done talking to you.
Church:
Carolina, I think I found something you might wanna see.
Carolina:
Really; what might that be.
Delta appears in Church's place
Delta:
A memory.
Carolina:
Delta?
Delta:
We must be brief. Epsilon is struggling to remember.
Carolina:
Remember what?
Delta disappears
Carolina:
Delta? Delta please, don't-
A projection of York appears in front of her
York:
Good evening, beautiful people. It's a lovely Monday night and I'm here with another adrenaline pumping journal entry, courtesy of our good friend Delta.
Carolina:
It can't be.
Delta:
York, please, documentation is an important part of-
York:
Yeah yeah. Jiminy Christmas, forgive me for trying to lighten the mood. So today I intercepted some interesting messages from our good friends over at Project Freelancer. It sounds like someone is causing them a bit of trouble. Old news I know, old news. But here's the interesting part: D give me a drumroll please.
Delta:
I would prefer not to.
York:
They said "she;" she as in a lady. Not Wyoming, not Maine, but a former female Freelancer has suddenly popped up on the PFL radar. And if you know me, then you know my money's on the gal in the greenish-blue, seafoam green, turquoi- whatever it is armor. 'Kay- well, at least, if I had any money.
York disappears, then quickly reappears
Carolina:
Wait-
York:
Still no I.D. on our female troublemaker. But given what I know about South's last location, fairly certain the odds are in my favour.
Delta:
Again, I must point out that from a statistical standpoint, the odds of Agent Carolina-
York:
In other news, hurricane Delta continues to rain on my parade. So when I finally see her again, I think I've narrowed down my line to like two options, okay? Here the- here they are. One: "Hey there Carolina, if I said I like your armor, would you hold it against me?" Or two-
Delta:
York, please focus.
York:
What? Pickup lines are important, D. Did I ever tell you about how we met? See I was out one night, with my buddies- they abandoned me, at some ridiculous nightclub I think was called-
Carolina:
Errera.
York:
-Errera. So I'm just sittin' there at the bar, bored out of my skull, an' I'm flickin' this lighter off and on, then from out of nowhere, she walks up 'n' she just grabs the lighter, right outta my hand and she goes-
York disappears, then reappears
York:
Agent Foxtrot twelve, journal entry zero-four-two-four. Intercepted another transmission from Command today. They have confirmed that, Agent Texas, continues to evade their response teams. That she still does possess the Omega A.I. Nothing more to report.
Delta:
York.
York:
You know D... I bet if I had opened up with a pickup line, I would've never seen her again.
Delta:
Why is that?
York:
Because she probably would've busted my other eye.
Delta:
What would you have told her, York?
York:
I would've told her, that I understand why she did what she did. I just wish she hadn't. I wish she could've learned to let things go. I guess I should too.
York disappears
Carolina:
Why did you show me that?
Church:
Because, I know what it's like, to spend your life chasing ghosts.
Cut to Wash watching the sunrise
Caboose:
Sneaking. Sneaking. Sneaking. Sneaking.
Washington:
Hhhh. Hello Caboose.
Caboose:
Hello Agent Washington.
Washington:
Caboose, you know you're supposed to be in the temple with the rest of your squad.
Caboose:
Um, yes, uh well, um but you see um, I am spying on you.
Washington:
Huhh, and why, are you spying on me, Caboose?
Caboose:
Well, yes um, since everyone is kind of scared of you and uh Carolina, we figured we should try and get as much information, on you guys as possible, so uh... where do you guys see yourselves in the next five to ten years?
Washington:
Caboose, you realize that when you spy on someone, no-one's actually supposed to know that you're spying on them, right?
Caboose:
Oh yeah I know, I just figured you wouldn't tell anyone.
Washington:
Wait, what makes you think that?
Caboose:
Oh come on Agent Washingt- I mean I- you know I'm pretty sure that we can trust you? I mean we are friends.
Washington:
Friends...
Back to Carolina and Church
Carolina:
I don't understand. These are more than memory.
Church:
His journal entries were part of the data that Wash recovered, and they stored them in his personnel file. Which just so happened to be one of the many folders that yours truly picked up, the last time I visited a Freelancer facility. Not bad for a ragtag idiot, if I do say so myself. Feel free to start begging for my forgiveness whenever you feel like it, Carolina.
Carolina:
Not happening.
Church:
What, seriously?
Carolina:
But, I will thank you.
Church:
Yeah, well... I'm pretty great.
Carolina:
Church, the Director's still out there somewhere. And I need to find him. Not just for what he did to me, or for what he did to York, and to Wash, to Maine, the twins, to all of them. And for what he did to you, Church. I guess I forgot, that... in a way, you were there alongside us too.
Church:
You know, the more memories I sift through, the more that sounds like a pretty damn good plan.
Carolina:
Find anything that could help us out?
Church:
Yeah it's a lot of stuff to remember all at once but, I might be able to pull up some of the Director's logs if you gave me some time.
Carolina:
Well, you'll have plenty of time on our ride back.
Church:
About that, hey, is there any way we could get back to the others that doesn't involve me carrying you?
Carolina:
Heh heh, wow Church. I didn't know an A.I. unit could get so easily embarrassed. Tell you what, just tell your friends that you "picked me up." How does that sound?
Church:
Remind me never to let you talk to Tucker again.
Cut to Carolina riding Church back to the rest of them in the desert
Carolina:
Alright, pack it up people, we're moving.
Grif:
Where to now.
Carolina:
There's an old ship that crashed at a Freelancer outpost a few years back.
Washington:
Outpost 17-B?
Simmons:
You mean we're going back to Valhalla?
Sarge:
Back to our own base?
Church:
That's right assholes. You're finally going home. And you're taking us, with you.
 

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