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Fade into the UNSC Maximum Security Detention Facility.

Washington: I'm sorry, but do we know each other?

Chairman: You are special Agent Washington, former member of Project Freelancer, also known by the designation, Recovery One.

Washington: Also known as Prisoner 619-B.

Chairman: Convicted, three counts dereliction of duty, eight counts of conspiracy to commit treason, and my personal favorite, seven counts destruction of protected classified military property.

Washington: And you are...?

Chairman: I am someone extremely disappointed by destruction of the said property. That, is all you need to know.

Washington: I want to make a deal. I have information that you want.

Chairman: All the information that I want, was lost in the destruction of Project Freelancer.

Washington: Not all of it.

Chairman: Agent Washington, if you knew anything, that could have kept you out of prison, I am sure it would have come to light during your trial. So if you're quite through with wasting my time, will—

Washington: I know you're missing the Epsilon unit, and I know where to find it.

Chairman: ... You have my attention.

Washington: It disappeared after the events of Freelancer Command. You searched everyone associated with the program. Even the Red Team Troopers and blue soldier you found.

Chairman: Yes? The ones who were found bickering around the stalled jeep and the blue soldier yelling at them.

Washington: There's another group of soldiers, a Blue soldier and A red soldier. They escaped with Epsilon.

Chairman: I show no record of these soldiers.

Washington: And you won't, but I know where to find them. So here's the deal: I give you that missing module, you get me out of here. I get a clear slate, and we forget we ever knew each other.

Chairman: That sounds fair.

Washington: I'm gonna need some equipment. Invisibility, overshields, anything left over from Freelancer.

Chairman: I think we can point you in the right direction here.

Cuts to Valhalla; Simmons is screaming, jumping, as his busted motorcycle flies to the side and Shawn uses the lift and runs. When he lands, he runs off in the same direction his motorcycle landed. The Meta is chasing after them, shooting at them with his brute shot.

Simmons: Noooooooaahhahhahah!!

Shawn: This is sucks!

Cuts to Sandtrap. Sarge, Grif, Thea and Caboose are beside the temple's entrance, shooting at whoever is approaching them. Caboose backs inside the temple and Tucker runs in.

Tucker: Guys, hold them off! I'll get the door!

Grif, Thea and Sarge move inside as well. The door closes.

Tucker: There!

Caboose: Tucker!

Tucker: Hey, Caboose.

Grif: Oh, hey look, it's that guy.

Tucker: You brought these guys? Are we killin' each other today? Or pretending to work together?

Caboose: Uh, the pretending version.

Tucker: Oh, okay, cool. (swaps his sword for his gun) Hey dudes, what's up? How'd y'all find me?

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