In the UNSC Maximum Security Detention Facility, Washington is talking with the Chairman.

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. Along with several other A.I.

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 you found.

Chairman: Yes? The ones who were found bickering around the stalled jeep.

Washington: There's another group of soldiers, a Blue squad. They escaped with Epsilon.

Chairman: I show no record of these soldiers.

Washington: And you won't, but I know where to find them.

Chairman: And the other A.I. that survived?

Washington: Delta, Theta, and Rho. All three in the hands of Agent California.

Chairman: Agent California is-

Washington: Alive. He helped me fight the Meta before I was thrown in here.

Chairman: If my records are correct, Agent California was one of the most relentless soldiers in Project Freelancer. What makes you think that you will able to stop him and acquire his A.I.?

Washington: Because I know someone who can tell me where he is. So here's the deal: I give you that missing module, you get me out of here. I get a clean 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. One last thing: we need you to acquire blood samples from Agent California.

Washington: Blood samples? Why?

Chairman: Do you want to be a free man, Agent Washington? Or do you wish to remain incarcerated?

Washington: .....Fine. How much?

Chairman: No more than a small sample. Any amount of blood will do. Now then, I advise you be on your way.

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At Valhalla, Simmons is screaming and running as his busted motorcycle flies to the side. South was behind him firing her assault rifle at the Meta as he shot back at the both.

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At the desert, Sarge, Grif, Caboose, Slade, and Kan are beside the temple's entrance, shooting at whoever is approaching them. Caboose backs inside the temple as Tucker runs in.

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

Tucker hits the temple switch as the Reds move inside as well. The door closes.

Tucker: There!

Caboose: Tucker!

Tucker: Hey, Caboose.

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

Slade: Hey, mate.

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. (deactivates his sword) Hey dudes, what's up? How'd y'all find me?

Sarge: We got that radio call you sent.

Tucker: The distress signal? And they sent you assholes? That was to help me! I wanted less distress, not more distress.

Kan: We didn't have to come at all, Shisno.

Tucker: 'the fuck?! Since when can he speak English?

Slade: Oi! Kan! What did we talk about?

Kan: Apologies....

Slade: Though he is right, mate. We didn't have to come and help your arse.

Grif: Actually we kind of ignored your call at first.

Tucker: That makes sense.

Grif: Then Donut showed up and told us you were in trouble.

Tucker: Ohh, I get it. So me making an emergency radio call, not a big deal. Donut telling you some dumb homo story, red alert!

Sarge: Pretty much.

Tucker: So where's everyone else?

Caboose: What do you mean?

Tucker: The rest of the people who are gonna help me fight these fuckers off.

There's a long silence between Tucker and the group.

Tucker: You didn't bring any other soldiers, did you.

Caboose: Oh, um, that depends. Um, by other soldiers, d'you mean people... other than us?

Tucker: Yes, I do.

Caboose: Then, no.

Slade: Besides, how many messes have you all gotten yourselves into which Kan and I have had to pull your arses out of and save you?

Tucker: You were the person I missed least of all, dude. Then again I didn't exactly miss any of you, so.... yeah.

Sarge: What's going on here?

Tucker: Uh, it's kind of hard to explain. They think there's some kind of artifact here. Some massive weapon built a long time ago.

Caboose: An old weapon. ...Like a spear?

Tucker: No, not a spear. Like some kind of super energy electric thing.

Caboose: An electric spear.

Tucker: It's not a spear, dumbass!

Sarge: Hm. Think I've read about these. They found some back during the war.

Rho than appears along with Delta.

Rho: The teal guy's right. Me and Theta rummaged through that Elephant and there's a massive relic here.

Tucker: 'Teal'?

Delta: From the data they collected, it appears that a Monitor is here.

Tucker: Dude, my armor's aqua. I think...

Kan: An Oracle? Here?

Rho: No, it's a Monitor.

Slade: It's just how Elites refer it as. But still though, what's a Monitor even doing here?

Tucker: Yeah, well, all the aliens are into them and so are all the humans now. So, me and Junior have to go around sometimes and help... negotiate stuff. You know. Smooth talk.

Grif: Why you?

Tucker: We're like the ambassadors here or something. Humans and aliens seem more comfortable with us, since we're kind of... you know, in between.

Caboose: In between aliens and humans, huh. You mean in between two alien and human? ...Ladies?

Tucker: Come on, dude. Seriously? You're not gonna get me to say it with that lame-ass joke. I'm not that easy.

Slade: (scoffs) Yeah, right.

Tucker: ... Okay, well maybe I am that easy, bow-chicka-bow-wow. See, now that's a set-up.

Caboose: Ahaha. Yeah, I hope one day you will tell me what you're going to do between the two ladies.

Sarge: So are you part of the group that Headcase told us about?

Tucker: 'Headcase'?"

Kan: The human in brown armor that calls himself C.T.

Tucker: That asshole? He's a fucking liar. He and his team killed the guys originally sent to dig this thing up, then they tried to kill me.

Caboose: Oh no, well I hope you stop them.

Tucker: I locked myself in this temple. I figured it would keep me safe and keep them away from the relic.

Grif: So who are they?

Tucker: I don't have any idea, dude. They're probably trying to steal the artifact, then sell it to the highest bidder.

Caboose: Oh, they're like Evil eBay.

Tucker: You're an idiot. Look guys, thanks for the fucked up rescue mission and all that, but where's Church?

Caboose: Oh, um, he's dead.

Tucker: Yeah, I know that. Church has been dead for years, it never stopped him before.

Caboose: Oh yeah, we also found out that he's, not a ghost, and that he's an A.I. computer program, like Sheila.

Tucker: ... (slightly higher pitched voice) Yeah, I knew that.

Grif: You did?

Tucker: Yeah, you guys didn't? (quickly) Ha, pay fuckin' attention, what the fuck are you guys paying attention to?

Grif: Oh, uh, I have my suspicions.

Sarge: Of course, I just didn't want to tell anybody.

Caboose: I still want to know what Tucker's going to do between the two ladies.

Slade: Wait a fuckin' minute! If you knew Church was an A.I. to begin with, how come YOU never said something?

Tucker: I mean- I thought- okay, I didn't really know. Look guys, I need your help. We either need to chase these guys off or destroy this facility. Or pick up some chicks. Old habits die hard.

Sarge: But why destroy it?

Tucker: Orders. We can't let it fall into anyone else's hands. Plus, breaking stuff is fucking awesome.

Grif: This thing is that powerful?

Tucker: Hell yeah! First they built these rings that were a huge weapon, then we found this super powerful cube-shaped weapon, and I guess this is the pyramid version.

Grif: That ancient race sure built a lot of weapons.

Tucker: I know.

Grif: I mean did they really need to spend all their time building stuff to destroy the universe? Like, how about the galaxy's biggest movie theater or, like some kind of super advanced water park? All work and no play guys, seriously.

Tucker: No play. Tell me about it.

Slade: Surprised you didn't say it that time.