Fade in to a beach. A portion of audio from the Out of Mind mini-series is heard in the background.

Tex: (voice over) Okay, I'll take the lead. Give me fifteen seconds, then follow. Sync?

York: (voice over) ...Sync.

Fade to the holographic lock and teleporter from Out of Mind.

Delta: (voice over) Fire detected. Cover recommended.

Tex: (voice over) Damn it! Damn! Cover, cover, cover!

A battle rifle is heard firing, with a scream of pain from York following. Fade to the fortress from Out of Mind.

Tex (voice over) York, are you okay?! How bad is it, D?

Delta (voice over) York will not survive.

Fade in to a blast mark in a corner of the fortress. Cut to Carolina staring at it.

Carolina: I'm sorry, York.

ABANDONED ISLAND FORTRESS. PRESENT DAY.

Carolina: Sorry I didn't listen. I just...I don't understand. Why her? Why Tex?

Epsilon appears on Carolina's Mongoose which is not far behind her.

Epsilon: Tex?

Carolina turns around and notices Epsilon.

Carolina: You.

Epsilon: Ah, shit.

Carolina walks over to Epsilon.

Carolina: Let me guess, just... wanted some information.

Epsilon: Carolina I don't-

Carolina: You don't have a clue, do you? You and your friends just think I'm some blood-thirsty merc with a bad attitude. But you know what? You're wrong. I'm much worse.

Epsilon: Look, you go and round up everyone I know just to bring me back, and then you keep us all in the dark? What the hell did you think was going to happen, Carolina? Of course no one trusts you!

Carolina: Well I don't trust them, Epsilon. I don't trust anyone anymore.

Epsilon: Oh, why not? Because having friends would ruin the whole "psychotic loner bitch" thing you got going on? 'Cause that would be a real shame.

Carolina: It's because I had a team once.

Flashbacks begin to appear of all of the Freelancers during events from .

Carolina: A team with the best training, the best equipment, and despite everything that they had that made them the best, they still lied, and stole, and tore each other to pieces! So you tell me: How the hell am I supposed to trust a rag-tag team of idiots when I couldn't even trust the people that were close to me?!

Epsilon looks away for a brief moment and then vanishes.

Carolina: That's what I thought.

Fade to black. Cut back in to Grif, Simmons, Ash, and Tucker inside the temple at the desert.

Grif: I never thought I'd say this, but I can't sleep.

ANCIENT ALIEN TEMPLES. PRESENT DAY.

"Yes, we know." Simmons says. "You've been shoveling food into your mouth for an hour."

"You didn't even share." Ash says.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Tucker asks.

"It's a nervous habit, okay?" Grif explains.

"No, where the fuck does someone find potato chips in the middle of the desert?"

"Aw, quit your complaining, Carolina is probably miles away by now." Sarge explains.

Sarge continues. "The only thing  we've got to worry about are sand fleas. And that other highly trained operative on patrol outside."

"Wow, you have a way with words that just immediately makes me want to kill myself." Tucker says.

Sarge turns to Tucker. "Look, it's like your little fairy friend said--"

Tucker interrupts. "I thought Donut was your friend."

"He means Church." Simmons explains.

Sarge: All we've got to do is stick together, and everything will be just fine.

Grif: Well somebody probably should've told Caboose that, 'cause he's gone.

Fade to a lighter on the floor of the island fortress with the Club Errera symbol on it. Epsilon appears on the Mongoose again, albeit very distorted.

Epsilon: C-C-Carolina?

Carolina: I'm done talking to you.

Epsilon: Carolina, I think I found something you might want to s-see.

Carolina: Really? What might that be?

Delta appears in Epsilon's place.

Epsilon-Delta: A memory.

Carolina: Delta?!

Epsilon-Delta: We must be brief. Epsilon is struggling to remember.

Carolina: Remember what?

Epsilon-Delta vanishes

Carolina: Delta? Delta, please don't-

A holographic image of York appears, glowing green. Delta can also be heard speaking with holographic York off screen.

York: Good evening, beautiful people. It's a lovely Monday night and I'm here with another adrenaline pumping journal entry, courtesy of our good friend, Delta.

Carolina: It can't be.

Delta: (off screen) York, please, documentation is an important part of-

York: Yea, yeah. Jimminey Christmas forgive me for trying to lighten the mood. So today, I intercepted some interesting messages from our good friends over at Project Freelancer. It sounds like someone is causing them a bit of trouble. Old news, I know. Old news. But here's the interesting part; D, give me a drum roll please.

Delta: (off screen) I would prefer not to.

York: They said she, she as in a lady. Not Wyoming. Not Maine. But a former female Freelancer has suddenly popped up on the PFL radar. And if you know me, then you know my money's on the gal in the greenish-blue-seafoam-green-turquoise- whatever it is- armor. Well at least, if I had any money.

York vanishes

Carolina: (runs forward) Wait!

York reappears again with a different entry.

York: Still no ID on our female trouble maker. But given what I know about South's last location, fairly certain the odds are in my favor.

Delta: (off screen) Again, I must point out that from a statistical standpoint, the odds of Agent Carolina-

York: -In other news, hurricane Delta continues to rain on my parade.

York vanishes and reappears again

York: So when I finally see her again, I think I've narrowed my lines down to like, two options, okay? Here they are: One, hey there Carolina, if I said I like your armor, would you hold it against me? Or two-

Delta: (off screen) York, please focus.

York: What? Pickup lines are important. Did I ever tell you about how we met? See, I was out one night with my buddies...they abandoned me at some ridiculous nightclub, I think it was called...

York and Carolina: (simultaneously) Errera.

York: So I'm just sitting there at the bar, bored out of my skull, and I'm flicking this lighter off and on. Then from out of nowhere, she walks up and just grabs the lighter, right out of my hands, and she goes-

York vanishes breifly, then reappears

York: Agent Foxtrot 12, journal entry 0424. Intercepted another transmission from command today. They have confirmed that... Agent Texas continues to evade their response teams. And she still does possess the Omega AI. Nothing more to report.

Delta: (off screen) ...York.

York: You know, D? I bet if I had opened up with a pickup line, I would've never seen her again.

Delta: (off screen) Why is that?

York: Because she probably would've busted my other eye.

Delta: (off screen) What would you have told her, York?

York: I would've told her...that I understand why she did what she did. I just wish she hadn't...I wish she could've learned to let things go. I guess I should too.

York vanishes for the final time; ending the journal.

Carolina: (to Epsilon) ...Why did you show me that?

Epsilon: Because... I know what it's like to spend your life chasing ghosts.

Cut to Washington atop the temple, staring into the sunset. Caboose is sneaking up behind him.

Caboose: Sneaking, sneaking, sneaking, sneaking.

Washington: Hello, Caboose.

Caboose: Hello, Agent Washington.

Washington: Caboose, you know you're supposed to be in the temple with the rest of your squad?

Caboose: Ummm, yes. Ummm well, ummm, but see ummm, I am spying on you.

Washington: And why are you spying on me, Caboose?

Caboose: Well since everyone is kind of scared of you and Carolina, we figured we should try to get as much information on you guys as possible. So um, where do you see yourself in the next 5–10 years?

Washington: Caboose, you do realize that when you spy on someone, no one's actually supposed to know you are spying on them.

Caboose: I know, I just figured that you wouldn't tell anyone.

Washington: Wait, what makes you think that?

Caboose: Oh, you know Agent Washington. I'm pretty sure that we could trust you. I mean, we are friends.

Caboose walks away. Washington stares back into the sunset.

Washington: Friends.

Cut back to fortress. Carolina is crouched in front of Epsilon.

Carolina: I don't understand...these are more than memories.

Epsilon: His journal entries were part of the data that Wash recovered and they stored them in his personal file. Which just so happens to be one of many folders that yours truly picked up the last time I visited a Freelancer facility. Not bad for a rag tag idiot, if I do say so myself. Feel free to start begging for my forgiveness whenever you feel like it, Carolina.

Carolina: Not happening.

Carolina stands up.

Epsilon: What, seriously?

Carolina: But, I will thank you.

Epsilon: Yeah, well, I'm pretty great.

Carolina: Church, the Director is still out there somewhere. And I need to find him. Not just for what he did to me. But for what he did to York, to Wash, to Maine, the twins- to all of them.

Carolina turns around to face Epsilon.

Carolina: And for what he did to you, Church. I guess I forgot, that, in a way, you were there alongside us too.

Epsilon: You know, the more memories I sift through, the more that sounds like a pretty damn good plan.

Carolina: Find anything that can help us out?

Epsilon: Yeah, it's a lot of stuff to remember at once, but I might be able to pull up some of the Director's logs if you gave me some time.

Carolina: Well, you'll have plenty of time on our ride back.

Epsilon: Yeah, well about that- hey is there anyway we could get back to the others that doesn't involve me carrying you?

Carolina: Haha, wow Church. I didn't know an AI unit could get so, easily embarrassed. Tell you what, just tell your friends that you "picked" me up. How does that sound?

Epsilon: Remind me to never let you talk to Tucker again.

Cut to Sandtrap. Carolina returns riding on her mongoose between the Reds and Blues.

Carolina: Alright people, pack it up. We're moving.

Grif: Where to now?

Carolina: There is an old ship that crashed into a Freelancer outpost a few years back.

Washington: Outpost 17-B?

As Carolina walks away from the Mongoose, Caboose hurries over to it.

Simmons: You mean we're going back to Valhalla?

Sarge: Back to our own base?

"Oh, good." Ash says. "I left a few things there."

Caboose turns away from the Mongoose at the sound of Epsilon's voice, which is coming from Carolina's direction.

Epsilon: That's right assholes! You're finally going home! And you're taking us with you!

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07-19-2022