Before anything can begin, it must first
Start from Zero. Before there was Red vs Blue, there was Project Freelancer. And before there was Project Freelancer, there were two siblings. One older brother and One little sister.
After sneaking into Freelancer HQ, everyone gathered in a room with long window overlooking outside.
Washington: Alright, we got in, but that's only part of our mission. So, no celebrating yet.
Grif: Aw shit, and I was gonna be in charge of confetti.
One: We still need to reach the A.I. storage facility. Security's tighter from before.
Church: You mean when they tried to steal the Alpha before?
Washington: Exactly.
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Grif: The Freelancers tried to break in to their own command facility? That's dumb.
Simmons: That's what we're doin' right now, you jackass.
Grif: So? Just because we do something doesn't make it smart.
Simmons: Tell me about it.
Zero: Wash, One and I have the necessary clearance to get close to the storage hall. The plan is: we'll take Church as a prisoner. If we take more than one of you it won't be believable.
Caboose: Agent Zero, I want you to take me instead.
Church: What're you talkin' about?
Caboose: I will be your prisoner. Let Church go. He doesn't have anything to do with this!
Church: Caboose, I'm not actually going to be a prisoner. I'm just gonna pose as one so that we can get past-
Caboose: Have a good life Church. Don't worry. I won't tell them anything. They won't get any information out of me. No matter how nicely they ask.
Church: Oh my God, just shut up.
Sarge: Sacrificing himself for his CO. What a good soldier. Why can't you two be more like him?
Grif: What, brain-dead?
Simmons: I would sacrifice Grif for you, sir.
Sarge: I know you would, Simmons. But it's just not the same thing.
Simmons: No, but seriously I would. Just give me the word. I'll do it right fucking now, let's go. Bring it.
Grif: Why are you taking Church? What about the rest of us?
Washington: We're sneaking past seven levels of armed checkpoints. Are you volunteering?
Grif: Uh, it was a hypothetical question?
One: Uh huh...
Washington: The rest of you hole up and wait for us to finish. And don't touch anything.
Sarge: How will we know when you're done?
Washington: When you see every guard in the base running in one direction? That means we're probably in trouble.
