At the desert, the Meta, Doc and Wash are standing over the Epsilon unit. The Meta growls at Washington.

Washington: Don't get excited, it's empty.

Doc: What is it?

Washington: This is the Epsilon unit.

Doc: This is what you've been looking for?

Washington: Yes.

Doc: Not what I was expecting. I mean I like the colour, but other than that, nihh...

Washington: Clearly they transferred Epsilon into that floating thing we saw.

Doc: You saw a floating thing?

Washington: Yes, like a metal eye. It shot a laser at us.

Doc: Yeah, okay. Hey Wash, this sun is really hot, maybe we should find you some shade.

Washington: I'm not hallucinating, Meta saw it too.

The Meta growls, shrugging his shoulders.

Washington: Oh yes you did! Don't even try that.

Doc: Wash, do you see the floating eyeball now? Is he here with us?

Washington: Don't psychoanalyze me.

Doc: I'd like to talk to the laser eye for a minute, Wash.

Washington: Shut up. Meta, let's convert this to a recovery unit. But be careful, this thing looks like it's in bad shape.

The Meta growls and nods before walking over to the Epsilon unit and starts working on it.

Doc: What's he doing?

Washington: This is a storage unit, but we're trained to modify them. We can change a storage unit into a capture unit. That way, the next time we see Epsilon, he won't get away.

Doc: Are you talking about the regular Epsilon, or the Epsilon who's just a floating head and visits you when you're alone.

Washington: I'm not crazy. And it was just the eye that was floating around, not a whole head.

Doc: Yes Wash, because the whole head is what makes it crazy.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

Back at the facility, the Reds and Blues are standing over Tex's body on the floor.

Epsilon: I'm waking her up.

Sarge: No way buddy. You must have missed the smashfest we just went through. I ain't repeating that.

Epsilon: Hey, we made a deal: I unlock you, you have to help me with her.

Grif: Hey, now hold on a second.

Simmons: This affects the entire group. I say we put it to a vote. All those in favor of waking her up and letting her kill us, say Aye.

Kan: Aye.

Slade: Aye.

Sarge: 'The hell do you two think you're doing?

Slade: Waking her up. Sarge, she only went berserk because she'd seen this kind of place before. And it wasn't a good experience for her.

Sarge: Corporal, I order you to say 'Nay'.

Slade: Sarge, for the last fucking time, I am not a soldier you can boss around anymore! I'm a Freelancer! And I can kick your arse just as hard as she did ten minutes ago! Maybe even harder!

Delta, Theta, and Rho appear.

Theta: I vote 'Aye'.

Delta: I concur.

Rho: Thirded.

Grif: Your votes don't count.

Rho: Hey! What the fuck's that supposed to mean?!

Grif: The REAL people are talking here.

BG Tex: (in Slade's mind) Oh, if I had my own body I'd give him another balls-destruction-frenzy.

Slade: (in his mind) I'll do you one better.

Slade whips out one of his pistols and shoots Grif in the dick. The orange trooper screams in anguish before falling on his side and clutching his cod piece.

Grif: (crying) WAHAHAHAHAHYYYY!

Slade: Because they ARE real people. At least now you won't make some kid's life miserable by being a terrible father.

Epsilon: Anyways, aye. Caboose?

Caboose: Present.

Epsilon: No, we're not doing that. Just say aye.

Caboose: You. Oops I mean me!

Epsilon: No; Aye.

Caboose: Church.

Epsilon: Just say Aye.

Caboose: Oh, I get it, right, sorry. My left eye or my right eye?

Epsilon: He votes yes.

Caboose: I would also like it noted I was present.

Kan: (pats his head) Noted, my friend.

Sarge: Okay. And everyone in favor of not doing that thing and leaving her asleep and not getting killed by the person we're not going to wake up because nobody is that stupid, say Nay.

Simmons: That was like a, quadruple negative.

Sarge: Just vote.

Simmons: Nay?

Grif: (shakily stands up, still holding his crotch) I didn't even understand the question, so I'm just gonna say Blueberry.

Epsilon: Fuck it, veto, she comes out. So Sheila, is there any way to turn her, only you know, partway back on?

F.I.L.S.S.: No, I am sorry. I can either leave her in lock, or take her out of lock. There is no in between.

Tucker: So she's either completely asleep, or full-on bitch. Sounds like my ex-wife.

Caboose: You were married?

Tucker: Haw-ha- gross, I hope not.

Slade: Good, because I was about to say, what woman would ever marry your dumb arse?

Tucker: At least I don't take my anger out on everyone and everything I'm around.

Slade: Wouldn't do it, if you lot had bigger IQs.

Epsilon: Well, we have to do something.

Grif: Why do people always say that; we have to do something? We don't have to do anything. Let's just let sleeping maniacs lie.

Epsilon: Here, let me try this.

Epsilon was about to go inside her, but Slade stops him.

Slade: Ah-bup-bup! You ain't goin' in there, mate.

Epsilon: Oh, really? And why the hell not?

Slade: Because the last time YOU woke her up, she wound up going on a rampage! Rho, D, you two see if you can calm her down.

Delta: Acknowledged.

Rho: You got it.

Rho and Delta both float down and enter Tex's mind. They then see they are in the Recovery Mode area and see Tex several feet behind them.

Rho: Yo, Tex! Over here!

Tex turns around and is surprised to say the least.

Tex: Rho? Delta? What are you guys doing here?

Delta: Agent California believed that we would be more successful in preventing you from fighting him and the rest of the Simulation Troopers when you are brought out of Recovery Mode.

Rho: Simply put: they're hoping you don't kick the crap out of them if we wake you up.

Tex: Aww, what're they gonna do, cry?

Rho: Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the cryo-chamber.

Tex: Hey, last time I was in a place like this, I was trying to get out as fast as I could.

Delta: As California did explain.

Tex: They just got in my way. It's not my fault they can't fight.

Rho: Uh, for the record: Kan and Cal did a pretty good job of holding their own against you. Not mention he did kick your ass a hell of a lot more back in the Project.

Delta: Putting aside past occurrences, we merely wish to verify that you will not harm Agent California or anyone else when you are brought out of lockdown.

Tex: We'll see.

Rho: Guess that's as a good an answer as any.

Tex: But, I am, gonna deck that one with the sword for making that stupid ex-wife crack.

Rho: (scoffs) Hey, no pixel off our backs. Regardless, it IS good to have you back.

Tex: Hey, I didn't ask to come back. Apparently somebody decided they couldn't live without me.

Rho: Hey, don't go takin' your cryo-chamber-frustration lag or whatever out on us. We're just the messengers.

Delta: Technically, we are just relaying what California insisted us to tell Agent Texas. As of NOW, we are the actual-

Rho: D, would it kill you to tone it down on the clarification for five minutes? Christ....

Tex: Not to be persistent, but I'd REALLLLY like to get out of this place now?

Rho: Oh, please! 'Persistence' is practically your goddamn middle name. Come on, D.

Delta: Of course.

Rho: (salutes Tex) Catch ya on the real side.

Tex: Hyeah, see ya.

Rho and Delta return to the real world and float beside Slade and Theta.

Epsilon: (insistent) So?

Tucker: Yeah, what did she say?

Rho: I think me and Delta worked it out.

Grif: (wincing) She cool?

Rho: As cool as she ever was.

Grif: That does not inspire confidence in me.

Slade: All right, you heard 'im, Sheila. Wake her up.

F.I.L.S.S.: Affirmative.

Simmons: (mutters to Sarge and Grif) Back up, back up.

F.I.L.S.S.: Ending Recovery mode, all units.

Tex gets to her feet almost immediately.

Tex: Uh!

Epsilon: Uh, how're you feeling?

Tex runs over and punches Tucker straight in the visor.

Tucker: OW!

Tex: Better now.

Tucker: What the fuck?

Slade: (to Rho and Delta) You two knew she was gonna do that, didn't you?

Delta: We 'theorized' that it was a possibility.