Before you ask the blonde is agent California without the suit on. and because I said so.

I dropped my glass. I turned to look at Cali, seeing her face white. "Skyla?" I whispered.

"Why did you never tell me director?" She asked as she walked up to him.

"Because I wanted to keep your existence a secret. I had heard about Omicron having a traitor, and I didn't want them to know about you being alive." The director explained as he drank from his glass. "But I have a proposal for you, because I don't want any other possible surviving Omicron agents to attack us, or the children, I bought some land on earth, and you can live there with them."

"Can we talk for a sec Director?" I asked him.

"Of course." He stood up and walked out of the room.

"I thought you died!" I said as I walked over do her, shaking.

"I-I-I don't remember." She stammered. "The director told me I was in an accident, but, he never told me what accident."

I pulled her into a hug, crying. The walls I built crumbling, revealing the broken man at my core. Cali, no, Skyla, tensed before she hugged me back. "I'm here, I'm alive." She whispered in my ear. We stood there for a few minutes, processing what we just learned.

"What now?" Skyla asked. "I mean. I don't remember anything, but if we know Washington is the traitor, then we are safe? Right?"

"No. I don't think so." I said.

"Why not?"

"I could only find the bodies of a few of Omicron's alpha squadron. That sadly included my brother and sister. Some others I know survived. My brother's wife and twins live on Earth, she was one of us." I said, thinking about Jericho. "About 4 or 5 others lived I know for sure. Out of 47 Omicron's Alpha squad, only 10 are alive, 27 KIA, 10 MIA."

"That's a lot." Skyla said. "Who are those 10?"

"Fletcher Dargon, number 15. Glenda Fuquas, number 13. Tyrone Black, number 6. Sebastian Witcher, number 47. Joseph Trithe, number 10. Hilda Kowalski, number 46 and her brother, Mike Kolwalski, number 45." I said, reciting the name and rank of my missing partners. "Charles Pendragon, number 36. Steve klepler, number 7. Finally, Quinten Thorndike, number 40."

"Do you think they are alive?" Skyla asked. "Because if so, then all of them could be dangerous."

"Most likely, they went off the radar, and now watch from the shadows." I said as I thought about the others. "But we still need to be on guard."

"Should we take up the Directors offer?" Skyla asked.

"I want to, I've experienced enough loss and pain for one life time. And I hate to admit it, but those little shits have grown on me." I said.

"Alright then, I want to see if I can get my memories back, and I want to keep an eye on the kids." Skyla said as she stood up.

"Then it's a plan?" I ask her.

"Yup. But keep calling me Cali, as not to raise suspicion." Skyla said.

"Good point, come on, lets go raise a farm." I said.

Else where

???1: Are you sure you found them?

???2: Positive.

???3: I bet they forgot all about us.

???4: I doubt Avery did.

???5: You only say that because you have a crush on him.

???4: NO I DON'T!

???5: Uh-huh. Right, then why do you have pictures of him all over your room?

???4: .

???5: that's what I thought.

???6: Enough, both of you. we have business to discuss.

The crowd of unknown people quiet down, and listen to the obvious leader of the group.

???6: I have word that Avery, and a member of project freelancer are taking the subjects to the farm, for what, I do not know, but we must get our revenge. For all of our fallen comrades. I have also learned that David is alive, and is a member of project freelancer. He will get his judgement later. Avery is first.

HEYO PEOPLES! How are you doing? Good? Good. Anyways, this is where we part ways from the RVB timeline for a little bit, but Avery and Skyla will meet our lovable assholes later in the future, and trust me, you will want to be here to read it. If you think Tex was bad when she woke up, welllll, let's just say RIP Grif's balls. Also I might update more regularly, depends on my schedule.