Respawned Part EightPROGRAM DESIGNATION: "ZETA"
CONDITION: FRAGMENTED... STABILIZED
HOSTS:Memory file corrupted; original host unknown.FREELANCER AGENT KENTUCKY, FREELANCER AGENT TENNESSEE.
CURRENT HOST: FREELANCER AGENT TENNESSEE
HOST STATUS: CRITICAL CONDITION; HOST ENDANGERED
THREAT IDENTIFICATION: Y/N Y
THREAT: FREELANCER AGENT S. CAROLINA
CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL YANKEE VICTOR ZULU INITIATED
USE: USE HOST MEMORY TO REVITALIZE HOST; ESTABLISH HOLOGRAPHIC DIVERSION
LOCKING ON TO CURRENT HOST MEMORY....
MEMORY FOUND. TRACKED TO HOST "FREELANCER AGENT TENNNESSEE".
MEMORY DATED: UNKNOWN [PRE-IMPLANTATION]
"Quit knocking you little shit!" Tenn screamed as she approached the door. "I'm coming, dammit!"
Tenn opened the door swiftly, but the fist on the other side came far more swiftly. Tenn stumbled back and fell to the ground, and her assailant rushed in. Lush brown hair swayed in front of angry puffy eyes. The attacker aimed a gun at Tenn. There was a qu
Respawned Part SevenDanny crept slowly back onto the landing pad. She listened hard, and coming from the distance she heard the humming of hornet blades. She saw lights coming fast, lower than the surface she stood on. After a couple moments, she jumped.
"Gremlin!" The pilot yelled as Danny landed on the hornet's side.
"It's not a gremlin!" An creamy-green-armored on the other side yelled as he desperately clutched the side of the hornet. "It's Sergeant Danny!"
"That doesn't make me feel any better Ben!" The pilot screamed.
"Hey idiots, I'll cut you a deal," Danny said viciously. "If you help me catch that falcon, I'll personally see to it that you survive your little escape."
"And if we don't?" Ben asked slowly.
"Then I shoot Bob Wilson here in the head," Danny remarked casually, brandishing her pistol. "And we all die."
The two prisoners, in obviously stolen armor, turned to stare at each other for a moment. Danny believed that they probably thought that the riot was their big chance to escape. Ben was
Respawned part sixThe silver-haired man walked slowly, leaning against his cane, into the police station. He grunted at the effort to keep himself balanced, for he was long since past his prime, a fact he was all too familiar with. Behind the counter sat a local cop, one who looked absolutely bored out of his mind. The cop stared disinterestedly at him.
"What'd'ya want?" The cop inquired unenthusiastically.
"I would like to make an appointment with Commissioner Hale."
"Oh yeah?" The cop demanded. "What made you think the front desk at the police station was the first place to ask about that when you stepped into My Ass?"
"He is the commissioner of police here," The man replied.
The policeman grunted.
"I'll put in a call. But I doubt you'll get your chance. Commissioner Hale don't talk to just anyone."
The man adjusted his weight on his smooth oak cane.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not just anyone."
"I finally got the bitch," Carolina laughed as she dragged an unconscious Tenn away from
Respawned part fiveThe armor was tighter against his skin than Kentucky remembered his other suit being. After the grueling three weeks of training and healing, Kentucky knew it was not fat preventing an easy fit. Staring from the bed lay Penny. Her long black hair was strewn messily across the bed, and her blood-red eyes, flaming in what Kentucky perceived to be an angelic face, stared fearfully back to him. And it was, Kentucky decided, fear. Fear at the possibility that he might not make it back. It had taken Kentucky all the effort in the world to decide to leave.
My God, Kentucky thought. Even four months pregnant, she's still so beautiful.
"You need a haircut," Penny said frankly, pulling Kentucky from his thoughts.
Kentucky ran his hand through his hair. While it was getting a little shaggy, it wasn't exceptionally long.
"Penny, I did offer to let you cut it before," Kentucky replied. "But you stabbed me, so my hair's going to have to grow for now."
"I told you it was an accident! So
Respawned Part FourTenn, for the first time in her career as a Freelancer, lowered her weapon. The boy before, a child, really, wasn't even fully armored-- he was missing his helmet, showing off his light brown hair and his shining silver eyes, which flashed from panic. It must have finally kicked in for the child that he was facing an opponent that would plaster his brains against the wall if she had to. It was this terror in the boy's eyes that made evident his relief when Tenn lowered her firearm.
"She actually went and fucking did it," Tenn muttered.
"Who did what now?" The boy asked.
"Your mother went and made a spawn," Tenn said slowly, "Of the greatest damn idiot in the entirety of the Freelancer Project!"
"What's that?" The boy asked.
"You don't know?" Tenn asked.
Of course he doesn't know, a voice cackled in Tenn's head. He's eleven. The little shit scarcely knows what girls are, let alone a program used to build a race of super soldiers used to end a war and tested by being pit
The Simple Sentence"Lose my number."
Burned into Adrian Maddock's mind was this simple sentence. He felt the tears well up in the corners of his eyes. It burned within him. In this pained state, Maddock imagined a knife in the chest of a young man. In his mind's eye, Maddock saw the poor bastard's face. Agony, teeth bared, eyes clenched shut. Wrenched in pain. Maddock wished he felt that good.
No, Maddock felt numb, hollow, empty. Miserable cries filled his head. He heard shouts in his mind, strange frenzied animal calls. They drowned out all sounds in the physical world. The cries chilled Maddock's blood, but the words... They simply did not make any sense. Only one simple sentence was comprehensible.
"Lose my number."
The phone slipped from Maddock's grip. He didn't notice when it shattered apart on the floor. He sat down on the ground, staring blankly ahead. He beheld the the broken phone, but he saw nothing. Maddock's throat began to feel constricted, as though a python was upon him. The phantom snak