[IC] Project Freelancer

[Midna-Phobia]

North took a few, small calming breaths. His hands remained completely steady as he trained the sniper rifle to the car that was pulling up to the building. The mission was simple. Take out some guy. North honestly had no idea who he was, or what he’d done to get himself on a hit list. But that didn’t seem important. The mission was the mission. Inside the car, using the advanced motion tracker he’d been given he could see the man inside, as well as three other forms. One the driver and the other two no doubt body guards.

It wouldn’t matter. As the door opened and his target stepped out North trained his gun to the man’s head, lining up the shot. It seemed easy enough. Almost too easy… his finger lightly squeezed the trigger and the shot rang out loudly through the street. However it hit the ground beside the man, leaving North in shock. “What?!” There was no way that should have missed. The shot had been perfect… he knew it should have hit. The sight on the sniper rifle must have been off. That’s what he gets for not testing out a weapon before using it he supposed. Still, whoever had given him such a defective weapon was going to hear about it when this was all done.

In a panic the target was rushed inside, something North had at least prepared for, had he not been able to make the additional shot. He abandoned the useless sniper rifle and ran inside, hurrying down the stairs. He’d set the Promethean Vision to lock onto his target, a feature he thought exceptionally useful, so that he was constantly outlined in a purple aura instead of the usual red like the rest of them.

They’d told him there were a bunch of other features about the enhancement, but he hadn't even begun to look into those. South had read his entire manual and promised to help him with all the basic stuff once there was time. He could see, even through the dozens of floors of the building, exactly where the man was being moved. He was quickly moved to the elevator and pushed inside before it began moving up. Now North really had no idea which floor he was going to be taken to, so the plan was to take out the elevator all together.

Though not exactly showing off his shooting skills he figured so long as the guy died and he completed the mission who cared? So he headed off the roof and made his way to the first floor he came upon that had access to the elevator. However upon opening the door to the stairs he stopped as he was met with a handful of armed guards. His eyes widening slightly in surprise he sucked out of the way as rounds began being fired off at him. Moving quickly out the line of fire he slammed the door shut again and moved over to the edge of the building.

Looking down he could see a fire escape off to the side of the building and with little hesitation he hauled himself over the side, landing on the metal platform with a heavy thud. He then crashed through the window with little thought, after all if bullets barely hurt this amour he doubted glass would. He could still see his target, though he was now out of the elevator and two floors down, which meant the initial plan was out. There seemed to be armed guards everywhere. It was starting to get ridiculous. No one has this much security. Still, though a great amount of skill and no small amount of luck he made managed to get to the room.

When he burst through he instantly aimed at the target, who really just looked like a normal guy. Scared even. However a small noise off to his right cause him to glance to his side slightly. “Make one wrong move and I kill him.” He warned the figure, who was slowly making their way around into his line of sight.

“I would not do that if I were you.” The voice sounded confident, sure of itself. When he was finally able to get a proper look North froze. He had South at gunpoint. How, he had no clue. But that was not the issue at the moment. “You fire and she dies, make your choice.”

His heart was now hammering in his chest as North struggled with himself internally. The mission was the mission. But he could never live with himself if he knew she’d been hurt because of him. With barely a thought he dropped his gun as a shot rang out through the room and he turned his eyes wide as South fell to a bloody heap on the floor. “NO-”

And then everything was white, a blinding white. “Simulation terminatied.” He could hear F.I.L.S.S’s voice and slowly a room was coming into focus and he began remembering. It was Stage Three, a mission simulation. None of it was real… looking over beside him he saw South fine and safe in her own simulation. His heart was still pumping as he was moved to another room, separate from the first one. Obviously they didn’t want anyone warning those who were still waiting about how difficult it was. Still feeling in this strange sense of shock he sat down and simply decided to try and collect his whits as he waited for his sister.

[Eisenhorn]

Pennsylvania decided the place reminded him a lot like his namesake. Cool, rainy, and rather well wooded. There was a compound in front of him, not directly, it was a good ways off still. He had elected for an on foot approach from a distance, rather than a closer insertion. The job was to get in, there was some top secret tech that brass wouldn't tell him what it was that these guys had stolen. Destroy it, and get out. In that order, he was told. The real reason for his drop this far off was for the sole reason that he wanted to double check his gear post drop. Everything checked out. He had demo charges, safely stowed away in the backpack unit he was carrying for the explosives. Next was his grenade launcher, an old piece of tech that he still favored over rocket launchers and the like, it was far more useful in his mind. He had a pair of backup pistols, a pair of suppressed varient of those normally carried that, while not favored by most Agents, he used until it was time to go loud and preferred over the normal issue. He had several different yields of grenades, from lower yield designed to incapacitate, several standard frags, and one he personally modified on the fly with a dead man switch wired to his vitals. Just in case.

It was a light kit, Penn was told to carry only the necessities, and had been denied a lot of assets that could have been useful. It irritated him, but it wasn't the first time there wasn't a lot to be acquired for a mission. He would improvise if need be. Now that inventory and double checks were done, he drew on of the pistols and moved through the brush. Before long he reached the compound up close, and immediately noticed a disparity he couldn't see from a distance, due to terrain. The compound walls were solid concrete, not the fences he was briefed on. And the tops had posts at regular intervals, with nothing in between them, which the Agent did not even remotely begin to trust. Why put solid walls so easily mounted, with such high value tech inside? No, that wasn't right, he wrote that off as an alarm system. The main gate was near by, but it was sealed, a pair of steel doors also preventing entry with the same posts on top.

The mission was already off kilter, but he had a job to do, and that meant getting through this wall. He had managed to get a few demo charges where, according to command, one would suffice, just in case. Pulling one out, knowing full well the chances of getting in quiet were gone now, he planted it on a weak point in the wall, targeting a load bearing point in the wall to maximize destruction. Everything was primed and ready, and he took cover several meters away behind some rocks, grabbing the detonater and triggering it. Instead of the earth shacking explosion, nothing. He heard a fizzle, and it just broke. Penn looked in a mixture of shock and anger. He had double checked everything, each charge individually, there was zero chances for that to be possible. That meant plan B. He had the one charge he needed for the target now, and that was now in question as well.

Stepping away a few paces, it was time to go in the way he didn't want to, through those posts. Getting a running start and using the rocks as a platform, he managed to get enough height to reach the wall's top, hauling himself over and, like he figured, setting off every alarm the compound had. And there was already half a dozen guards beneath him. This base had more security then should have been logistically possible, but disbelief, anger, and other emotion drained. As he started downwards, he had both pistols out, firing as he fell, crushing one man beneath his armor's bulk and powered forward, feeling rounds already pinging and lodging themselves in his armor. That got a brief smirk, it would take a lot of firepower to punch through the reinforced plating. That was his armor's enhancement, the entire thing was rebuilt with armor and resilience in mind. Crude, simple, and lacking flashy effect, but it worked rather well.

There was a security door up ahead, and he brought out the grenade launcher, firing a round in impact mode, blowing the door off its hinges and reloaded as he walked in. The alarms were louder now, and he heard more guards above. Next round, he held the trigger for a detonation on decision of his own, and when the alert lit up on the proximity device attached to the launcher display, he released the trigger. He heard the round go off, the EMP sounding clearly over the smaller explosion, and kept running, not caring whether or not the guards were dead or not, more rounds tearing through the air.

Before long he reached the holding pen, and he had a problem. The door was secured, and only one thing could actually breach this door. The last demo charge. A job was a job, and he had frags left, so he placed the charge on the door, primed it, and took cover from both it and the oncoming volley's of fire, launching another grenade their way from the launcher. This charge actually worked, blowing the door off its hinges, and he stormed in, reloading, and the device was there, as were a dozen guards up on the walkways above it, with a variety of guns trained on him. An announcer came over the base speakers. "Game over intruder, it would take far above the yield of any single grenade you have now."

Any single grenade, well, he couldn't be captured, so that was that. Penn shrugged, slinging the grenade launcher and its remaining payload on his back, and just as he started to raise his arms, dove forward, the pin on both of his maxed yield grenades falling as he slammed into the device as his vision whited out, painfully so at that rate, the last sound was of the horde of weapons fire and his armor being shredded before the explosions could go off, and he stood up out of the simulation chair, glaring right up where the men would be reviewing before storming off to the room the post test Agents would be held. "Try giving me some functioning equipment next time and correct intel, useless fucks."

Penn ripped his helmet off, a rather displeased look on his face as he crashed into a chair, the momentum and weight of his armor nearly collapsing the chair as he sat, glaring at the door where the men would no doubt come out and curse them for being failures or some such nonsense.

[philp123]

It was pitch black, rain trickled from the sky. Only thing keeping it bright was the night vision of the squad’s Heads up display. Moving out the bushes and onto the abandoned road. The squad of Spartans trailed down the road. Their objective was simple: Locate the target, and escort him to an EVAC point. Iowa led the squad forward. Part of Him wanted to question command but the other part understood they would kill me if he found out why.

He had expected it to be a quiet mission but of course there was always complications. There was a glint of light and a round hit the man behind Iowa. “SHIT, SNIPER FIRST FLOOR SECOND BUILDING ON THE RIGHT.” Iowa shouted as he dragged the man to cover he made the call for suppressing fire as he looked over the man, the round had gone straight through his chest; there was very little chance of his survival.

“Control, this is agent Iowa we have a man down presumed KIA I estimate that if we get a medivac we can save his life.”

“Sorry, agent but due to our lack of resources you must continue your mission. Due to Your loss of men your mission parameters have changed, instead of escorting the targets you know have orders to eliminate him”
“Bull shit control, I’m not moving until-”
“Don’t argue with us Agent, You know you orders. Control out. ”
“Dammit, I’m sorry” He said pointing his pistol at the agent’s head and pulling the trigger. Kneeling down to him he took off his helmet and took his rifle and put helmet on the rifle and leaned it against the wall. “May you find peace amongst the dead.”

“Let’s move out, radio silence from now on, I don’t want to hear control again until this mission is complete.” Moving up to the objective it was shown a Heavy perimeter around the warehouse complex, the only option was stealth. In a sense it was lucky that the squad became a man down they had the perfect amount of men to do a pincer formation. 2 squad members took the right whilst Iowa and another took the left.

He was halfway inside the complex when heavy gunshots were heard followed by silence. Iowa knew the outcome; he’d just lost two other members of his squad. “Poor bastards.” he muttered "Just you and me now” Iowa turned around to see him lying bleeding out via pistol wound. It to him that seemed like time had slowed down he grabbed his knife and went to stab the assailant, he was countered but he dropped the knife into his other hand and aimed for the abdomen whilst covering his mouth so no sound could be heard. He shut his eyes and left him leaning against a wall. It was now only him left.

He found his target. He was a Spartan ‘You’re in enough trouble already don’t ask questions’ he thought to himself. He climbed up to the nearest roof, grabbed his DMR and aimed towards his head, a perfect shot. He shot and the bullet went straight through, It was a hologram. All of a sudden he heard the click of a pistol behind his head and a voice: “How do stupid do you think I am?”. Iowa replied “Not at all” he turned on his field just as the trigger was pulled causing the round to deflect; he deactivated the field and grabbed the pistol. And aimed it is his head, the target took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, I staggered back I knew his face, Iowa’s gun still pointed towards his head. “I’ve killed two of your squads now, how does it feel to be responsible for their deaths?” He kicked him to the floor as his radio beeped: “This is Control, your mission has changed the target must remain alive”. Iowa replied as he threw off his helmet “Fuck you, control. This guy is mine.” as he unloaded his whole mag of his pistol into his chest. He threw the pistol on the ground and punched him repeatedly as he broke into tears he collapsed as he whispered into his ear: “Find peace amongst the dead. Ass hole”

A grid formed around everything and the world faded into a strong White light as the familiar voice of F.I.L.S.S spoke: “Critical mission failure, simulation Terminated. Would you like to talk to anyone Agent Iowa?” the world fell back into view “No F.I.L.S.S I’m fine, I just need some time,” Iowa was escorted out with tears dripping down his face Luckily he was wearing his helmet still as it shielded the view of tears. He stormed in “I’m going to rip that bastards throat out, how the hell did he have access to that file” and paced around until he finally exploded and punched a wall. Two men came in to calm him down and he eventually sat down in a corner with his head in his hands

[Apollosarcher]

It was snowing as Carolina lead his battalion into the pass, they were in high spirits having just received the Christmas mail and a warm meal at base the were simply marching off to establish a base, rebels activity was near zero and the worsted the would have to confront was some teenage hackers or a couple of old men with shotguns. At least that's what the report had told him, Carolina sat behind the control panel of a Scorpion class tank, the vehicle groaned they entered the narrow part of the pass. He had been sent to escort these men to the village supposedly there were rebels planet-side,in front of him rode a contingent of Agents assigned under his command. That when it happened, the tank behind him fired a shot, right at the top of the ridge causing a avalanche to block the pass .

His tactical system alerted him just in time and he managed to break and put his tank between the Warthog in front and the soldiers behind. The troops here had gone native, they had taken him to this mountain range to get him out of communication range as well trap him and his agents here, he bailed out as the controls seized up and the tank exploded. He ordered his Agents back, into a nearby cave, as he rushed forward drawing pistol he shot a fire team jumped onto the tank that ha fired, he emptied the clip into the driver. Getting into the tank the system helped him to target and destroy near the entire convoy.

As he climbed out he looked over the carnage proudly, he'd done it, he'd saved his squad. He almost called out to them,then he saw it more vehicles, drop-ships, troopers, and Hell even a a light frigate closing in on them. He ordered his squad to secure vehicles and weapons. They even food some rations, they pushed back each assault, the ship over head preventing them from leaving the canyon, weeks turned to months, the food supplies and ammo were holding but damn it, they were still trapped.

A little over a year later, he had been out scouting the enemies forward camp in the valley below, for the past year he had been leading them, beating the odds with only two out his twenty agents dead. He returned to his horror, finding North Dakota, a man he had come to trust completely over the year having killed all the other agents. He turned to look at Carolina with the leer of a wolf. "South is alive, they have her prisoner. If I killed all of you, they give her back to me and we can leave." He stated in monotone voice. Carolina had the advantage, had his rifle pointed right at North, he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill his friend. North however, fired at his the round perfectly piercing Carolina's heart.

Carolina awoke from the simulation struggling to break free, he scream and cried. His sim had been different from others, it was to test his skills as a officer and if he could shoot one of his own. His methods had worked, he had beaten odds the system had set up to win, adapted and survived. All while putting his men first, yet when it came to killing one of them, even after they had done something monstrous,he couldn't. He was sentimental, kind, strong, and compassionate. He pretended to be cold and calculating but in truth because he see's peoples problems and fears he he understands them and can help them fight trough them. He was not cut out to be a leader yet, he could be the leader that people looked up to and found comfort in. He could a useful puppet if nothing else.

Hours later Carolina had awoke, they had explain that none of that was real and it was all a test, highly classified and top secret to boot. He hated it, he felt like such a fool he had memories of friends and times that had never existed, yet know they expected him to return to normal life. He donned his armor and went to see who else had finished there trials in this mad house.

[Midna-Phobia]

South sat quietly near the entrance to the compound, her breath slow but anything but steady. “Just have to get in. Get the files. Get out.” She muttered to herself as she looked at the door. Everything would get tricky once she went in there. The girl could practically hear North’s voice in her head as she went over the checklist again, trying to remember if she’d forgotten anything important. Set your motion trackers. Check your weapons, ammunition and equipment. Remember the mission. Keep calm. Turning once she was sure everything was in order she was easily able to hack into the entry lock and was in.

Her motion tracker was revealing that there were only a few guards and they were moving in very predictable patterns. Using this she found it was almost easy to remain out of their line of sight. The compound was nothing special, very well lit and very cold. She quickly set her Adaptive Camouflage to replicate the steely texture of the wall, making her more difficult to see. Up ahead South spotted a control console, the one that had been marked out for her in the mission briefing.

Moving to it quickly she changed her amour’s camouflage to match that of the guards patrolling the complex. It would help to buy her a lot of time if anything went wrong. Plugging in the information drive she quickly set about hacking into the system. It was a little more difficult than she was used to, but that only slowed her down a few seconds and within a couple of minutes the data was downloading onto her drive. Taking a few breaths to try and calm herself South stood back, not able to believe her luck. This was all so easy. Whilst she waited she checked her motion trackers again, which displayed no guards in her immediate vicinity.

The data was almost finished downloading when she heard a sound that made her stomach drop. A guard entered the room with the console she was standing by. “Hey… what are you doing?” Checking her motion tracker again South saw nothing. There was no sign on him on the equipment. A second later red letters began flashing on her helmet display. MOTION TRACKER MALFUNCTION.

Now you tell me. The girl thought to herself. However her camouflage seemed to be fooling him for now. “Just some system updates need to be done. We’re just backing up all of the data to external sources to ensure nothing is lost.” She quickly lied. Surprisingly the guy seemed fine with that and he was about to turn to leave when he stopped and just stared at her.

“What the?” South looked down at her hands and saw the amour fluctuating, the camouflage making it change to many different colours before turning off completely. ADAPTIVE CAMOUFLAGE MALFUNCTION.

“Are you serious?!” The guy raised his rifle at her and South slowly raised her hands, glancing to the side as the data disk read that the transfer was complete. “Disengage audio and visual sensors.” She said quietly as everything went dark and silent. She then released the small object in her hand and dove out of the way, which was difficult when she couldn’t see where she was going. Quickly reengaging the sensors she grabbed the drive and ran off before the guard had a chance to recover from the flash bang. Now most other agents would have killed the guy, this she was aware of.

But South had never killed a person before. She wasn’t sure if she was even capable of it. Alarms began blaring loudly all around her and the lights went from white to dark and red as they began flashing. All around her people were running around in an angry flurry. South reached a locked door and began working on the lock. However it just wasn’t budging. It made no sense. This was a simple lock. What she was doing should be working but it just wasn’t, it was like every time she cracked the lock it changed itself. “Hey there she is!” She heard someone shout and bullets began flying, forcing her to abandon the door and try for another.

If she could just get to the evac point she would be fine, she knew. Skidding to a halt as she came to another door South attempted to hack this one. To her surprise it opened like it should and she ran through, the door slamming behind her and the girl coming to a grinding halt as she was faced with dozens of armed guards all aiming their weapons at her. Despite trying to hold herself together the girl whimpered, her body starting to shake as tears began spilling down her face.

The one who looked like they were in charge began approaching her, walking very slowly and calmly before holding out their hand. “Hand over the disk, little girl.”

South looked up sharply and shook her head slightly. “I won’t…” She moved to take a step backwards when a gun went off and a bullet struck right behind her foot, causing her to jump back into her original position.

“You’re going to die unless you hand over that disk. So why don’t you just make it easy on yourself.” However South shook her head again but couldn’t bring herself to utter any words this time. The commander shrugged slightly. “Have it your way then.” She raised her hand and the sounds of guns filled the air before everything went white.

South awoke with a start, sitting up quickly and feeling all over her body, expecting to be in excruciating point. But she was fine. Was she dead? Simulation Terminated. She knew that voice. Sitting up slowly the girl slid out of the chair and stumbled towards the exit. It had all been fake. A holographic simulation.

As the door opened North looked up worriedly. Everyone who had left that room had the same defeated look to their body. No one was passing. His anxiety kept growing as he worried about South’s outcome. When he finally saw her he rose worriedly, seeing her swaying slightly where she stood he rushed over to her, taking her gently by the shoulders to support her. “Hey, you alright? What happened?” He moved to take off her helmet and saw she had tears in her eyes.

“I… I think I died…” South said softly as North pulled her into a tight hug.

“It’s okay, none of it was real. You’re safe now. Come on, let’s get you something to eat okay. You’ll feel better.”

For a long time the pair sat in the mess hall, both with full palates in front of them but not saying anything as they barely picked at it. “It was a set up.” South said finally, her voice still soft and empty as she looked up at her brother. “It was a test designed to make you fail. The more I think about it the more I’m convinced. There was no way any of us were ever going to pass. They wanted to see how we reacted to failure.” She went quiet for a while, letting the information sink in.

“I think Carolina was right.” South finally spoke again. Maybe not about too much, it’s too early to say for certain. But you asked me last night what I thought about him and I think he’s right. If, or when, things go to shit here, he is a guy we want to have on our side. I know you don’t like him. But the bottom line is he’s an incredibly powerful asset to have. And despite all his words I don’t think his intentions are malicious. I think he can be a very powerful ally. I’ve got a few others in my mind too, but only time will tell if it was all necessary or not.”

[Eisenhorn]

Penn watched South and Carolina both left in their own rights, both having failed as well. No, every single Agent failing? That was too far fetched for him to buy, and he rose as North and South withdrew, no dissapointment on his face, not as such. No, he was mad, pissed beyond belief. So many equipment failures and glaringly bad intel? That wasn't poor planning and support, that was a full blown betrayal in the field by his superiors. And he wasn't going to just stand for that idly. But first, he had to confirm with the ship's resident expert on all the weapons they would be issued. The armory would have such a man, or woman, inside. The charges shouldn't have failed, not after the checks he had made, likewise, when the simulation ended, the grenades took too long to go off as well. No, that much faulty equipment on that kind of mission? Impossible. They were set up, and the failure had little to do with his own ability and talent. But he, like previously considered, needed proof.

Penn was a very common person in the armory, always coming by, checking on gear, armor, weapons he was assigned, and so on. No matter where he had been stationed, he made himself frequent in the armory, working and talking with them to keep in very good terms. And so it wasn't surprising he knew at least one guy down there, and sat down to start talking gory details about the equipment, possible malfunctions, and everything else that had gone wrong in that mission without really giving anything away about it to figure out how he could call out those sons of bitches in command. He had seen how South looked, and Iowa for that matter. No, that didn't sit well with him, and once he had amassed the technical data, headed straight for the testing areas. He was going to find the man in charge and rip him a new asshole, figuratively in most chances.

[Apollosarcher]

Carolina groaned, his head was still killing him, but he needed to think, it was what he best at. Okay, South and North they were good friends... No! That was in sim! Penn, yes Penn he was the kind of person he needed to speak with. Damn the memories, he wondered if they were all based on the personal information, if the stories, jokes, and feeling they had all devolved up there in that frozen hell...Were they based off the real people? It hurt so much to think, but he pushed it away and sought him out, stopping in a doorway. "Penn, we need to talk."

He glared up at security camera before turning back to him. He took off his helmet, placing it between him and the camera. "It's about the tests, They rigged them all and worse... Meet me in five." With that he placed his helmet on his head and ducked down a hall towards his room, he needed to sweep it for bugs again before Penn arrived, thinking about how he reacted in the sim, fifty-fifty chance.

[Eisenhorn]

Carolina intercepted Penn as he was on his way, a data tablet in hand as he stopped to look at the other Agent when he asked that Penn come talk, and further elaborated on the fact that everything had been rigged and to meet him in five minutes before running away. In Carolina's room, he assumed was where the agent meant to meet, and he decided, considering what happened so far today. So in about five minutes time he knocked on the door to Carolina's quarters, still holding the data tablet, and would enter when given permission to. He didn't intrude on people's privacy without damn good reason. Walking in, he now had his helmet tucked under one arm, data tablet in the other, and looked at his fellow Agent with a much calmer expression then before, considering he had time to collect himself. "Alright Carolina, what's up?"

[Apollosarcher]

Carolina had arrived in his room and swept for bugs, finding three he promptly threw under the door into the agent across the halls room. After that Penn had arrived, Carolina opened the door and let him in. "Okay Penn, this is going to be a lot to take in but..." He bit his lip unsure how to phrase it, deciding blunt was best he opened his mouth once more. "I didn't go into a combat sim, they linked my brain up to a virtual reality system, testing me as commander, everything that could wrong did, I lead twenty Agents, we became trapped in the mountains." He clutched at his head recalling memories. "They...They left me in, I experience a year of living with you all, I'm not sure if they based the Agents there off you but... I spent a year fighting along them, we laughed, we became friends, and we watched each others backs. Penn... You were my second in command in there, I trusted you... So I hope I can trust you here in... Reality?"

He asked questioning it before he shook his head. "Listen, don't trust command there making us into tools, we have to... We have to figure whats going on... I saw you all killed. God it was horrible, but that's not important. I'm not... I'm not really stable, hell I'm not sane anymore... I'm asking you to try and keep a eye out. Whatever's going on, what they did to me, we can't let more people end up like me. No more broken shells." With that he took off his helmet, his eyes darted, no longer slow lingering gaze's as they had been. These's were the eyes of a man who was sacred, the eyes of a man who had held the bunker and by the time reinforcements had arrived found him alone, his squad in pieces on the floor. This was not the Carolina from dinner last night, he had been calm and collected, calculating and thoughtful.

Carolina closed his eyes and shook his head. He opened them slowly, the life seemed to have returned. He placed a more focus and controlled gave on Penn. "Penn... Listen, it's hard to stay in control... My mind is fractured from that Hell, I think I might have devolved multiple-personality disorder. You can trust me though... I know if your anything like the Penn I knew I can trust you. Know I need to go, there going to think somethings going on. I'm heading over to the med bay. Just keep a eye out, I think someone is toying with us, it would be best if we knew who."