Director: Dear Chairman.

Fade in to a mechanical factory

Director: I understand your concern that increased activity would bring increased risk. However, our failsafes are simple but foolproof. A dead or dying agent's beacon automatically notifies our recovery team, and we will be on the scene immediately, to secure all the Military's property.

Washington: Look, there's our cycle. The Meta must be here.

Church: Yeah, because, no one else in the Military would have a standard issue motorcycle. Just like that.

Caboose: Also, the piles of dead bodies might have been a clue.

California: I already regert coming with you idiots.

Washington: Just keep your heads down, and your eyes open. Me and Cal are going to advance along that wall. You two take Delta and move up along the other side.

Church: Okay.

Washington: Don't use the radio unless it's absolutely necessary.

Church: Okay.

California: And don't make a move until we do.

Church: Okay.

Washington: And no screw ups this time.

Church: Okay, are we gonna sit here on the beach all day, or are we gonna go get this thing?

Washington: We only have one chance at this before it gets back to full power. I can't take any chances that you guys are gonna botch this.

California: And trusted me with the meta we won't get a chance like this again.

Delta: Agent Washington, perhaps it would be best if I assisted you in battle rather than helping Caboose.

Washington: No.

Delta: Statistically speaking, a Freelancer would be much better trained to use my-

Washington: I said no. Now get going.

California: Just drop it Delta these idiots are going to need all the help they can get. Which is why I'm leaving Zi with them too.

Zi: Are you sure Cal what if you need my help.

California: I'll be fine Zi.

Caboose and Church enter the building together, seperate from Washington and California.

Church: Pst, hey, Delta,Zi!

Delta: Yes. How may we be of assistance?

While Church and Delta talk, Church and Caboose move inside the building, up and down stairs, past bodies, etc

Church: Hey, can I ask you a couple questions about this Freelancer program?

Delta: Certainly. I will answer what I am capable of answering.

Church: This Alpha thing, wh- why doesn't Washington want you to tell us about it?

Delta: I believe Agent Washington is uncomfortable discussing our program in any fashion. He was one of the many failures during the implantation process.

Church: One of the failures- how many were there?

Zi: There were several. The Director felt that time was limited so he forced everyone to take part in some experiment. Agent South was justed such an experiment.

Church: Ay yeah, but she didn't even get an A.I.

Delta: Correct. Agent South Dakota and her brother North were merely another kind of experiment. What would happen if one agent received an A.I. unit, and the other did not.

Church: I guess we found out how well that worked.

Delta: Precisely.

Church: I still can't believe she killed her own brother.

Zi: I highly doubt that she played a direct hand.

Delta: Correct. She put him in a position to be killed. South rarely worked in a direct fashion.

Church: What a bitch.

Delta: Other experiments like the Dakotas were common towards the end. For instance, Agent Carolina was implanted with two A.I.s at one time.

Zi looked down in sadness at the mention of Carolina but no one seemed to notice

Church: Two of them? That would drive me nuts.

Delta: Indeed. She only functioned for a short time, and not very well while she did. Having three minds at one time proved far too... taxing.

Church: Well yeah, but if Agent Maine has more than one A.I., wouldn't he be having problems too? Like that Carolina chick?

Delta: Undoubtedly. Agent Maine's power symptoms are only a small indication of what must be happening inside his helmet.

Church: Oh great, powerful and crazy. What a winning combo.

They reach the mechanical room from the initial fade in, and the Meta is there on a lower level

Delta: Warning. Enemy target detected.

Caboose: I see it, yep, there it is.

Church: Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Look, there's Wash and Cal.

Wash and Cal are set up on the other side of the room on the same level as Church and Caboose

Zi: You should get prepared.

Church: I hope he gives us some kind of-

California: NOW!

Wash throws a plasma grenade down and it explodes

Church: Signal.

Washington: (firing) Move up!

A battle between Wash Cal and the Meta ensues, in which they hit the corpses more than each other. Cal gets the first blow, but the Meta gets the last before leaving the room

Washington: Don't just stand there, after it!

Church throws a grenade and hits nothing

Delta: If I may, I recommend that Caboose and I flank to the right and attempt to surpri-

Church: Just do it!

Caboose runs off to the side and Church and Wash come up to a balcony, watching the Meta run from the building

Washington: There, use your rifle.

Church: My rifle?

California: Shoot it you fucking idiot!

Church fires and hits the windmill blade

Church: Dammit!

The bullet ricochets 8 times (with Church Cal and Wash both following the ricochets with their heads) before finally going through the Meta's calf

Church: I got it! Yes! Did you see that? What a shot! I'm awesome!

Washington: It only counts if you call it!

Church: Oh bullshit, dude!

California: He's right should have called it.

They arrive at a pool of blood

Washington: Look, there. Come on. Quietly.

Tejano music gradually approaches from a distance, getting louder.

Church: Okay.

Washington: Hey, do you hear something?

Church: No? Wait, yeah.

Washington: What is that? Music?

California: Who else is here then?

Church: What? Oh, no.

Grif: Yahaha, woohoo!

The Reds come charging over the hill in a Warthog

Sarge: Ah!

California: Who the hell are these guys!

Church: Crap, what're they doing here?

Simmons: Yeah, suck it Blues!

Sarge: It's Red Army! Nothin's gonna stop us now!

The immediately run in to a windmill blade and are stopped

Grif: Ah, shit, wall! Aw, fuck this!

Sarge: Dammit! Grif, you broke the radio.

Grif: Good!

Washington: Who are they?

Church: They're the Reds from our canyon.

California: You got to be fucking kidding me.

Grif: Double-fuck, windmill blade!

Church: Look guys, I don't know how they found us, or why they're here, but we don't have anything to worry about.

The Warthog starts being raised up by the windmill blade

Church: Seriously. Not a thing. These guys are idiots. They can't do anything right.

The gun on the back of the Warthog cocks

Washington: Uhm, we might wanna take cover.

California: Agreed.

Simmons starts firing it at them

Simmons: Yeah, take it, Blue! Suck it! Yeah, that's right!

Church: Aw crap, run!

Simmons: Let's go! Assholes!

Washington: Wait a minute, where's Caboose? Where's Delta?

Cut to Caboose's motionless body as the Meta comes upon it. Delta appears, surrounded by other captured A.I., who welcome him.