Fade in to Pilot directing someone moving crates
Pilot: No, no. This one goes here, that one goes there.
Worker: Hmm.
Washington: So when are you and Benny gonna jump out of this thing.
York: Wrecked him? Damn near killed him.
North: York, how many times are we gonna have to listen to this story? Get a new one.
Mother of Invention Hangar A1 / Many Years Ago...
Washington: I hope the seatbelts are better.
York: So anyway, like I was saying -
Carolina: We ready?
Pilot: Just about, running final checks now.
Carolina: Alright you heard her, everyone on board.
Washington: Great.
North: Alright.
York: Come on D, let's go. It's about time, let's get this mission goin'.
Pilot: Whoa whoa, hang on a minute. What is that thing?
York: This is Delta, our new addition.
Pilot: Your new addition is pretty small.
Washington: I said the same thing.
York: Delta is a computer program. He helps us figure stuff out; he's an A.I.
Pilot: Oh A.I., huh? What's the A stand for?
York: Artificial.
Pilot: I know what the fuck it stands for! What's it doing here? Is this like one of those robots that takes people's jobs and puts them out of work?
York: I don't think so.
Pilot: What are you looking at I said put it over there, pay attention!
The worker moves his crate elsewhere
Carolina: Hey guys, get a move on.
Pilot: Hang on a minute. You, green guy. Do you know how to fly a plane?
Delta: No I do not.
Pilot: Oh, right, we're cool then. Everybody, on board.
Ghost: You change opinions fast.
Worker: Mm, mh, mmm.
Pilot: Not over there, over there- just quit screwin' around and put that thing back where you found it.
Worker: Uhh ughh.
Pilot: This is four seven niner, we are wheels up and engines hot. Leave the light on for us Command.
Command: Roger that four seven niner, good luck.
Pilot: Thanks Command, four seven niner out. Man, I would hate to have that guy's job.
Up up, and away! And we cut to the desert
Ancient Alien Temples / Present Day
Carolina: This where you found the body?
Washington: Yep. She's right up there.
Carolina: We'll see; take me there. Sync?
Ghost: Sync.
Washington: Sync.
Caboose: Automatic dishwasher.
The Freelancers run off together into the sunset
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FanfictionYou were one of the first freelancers and one of the best you could never fill a mission no matter what happens you always succeed no matter who you fight you always come out on top. You've lost a lot of people you care about in your life along with...
