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Hey! I would thank anyone who read my other Fic, Project Freelancer Uncertainty. If you have not read it, go now. Go read it. Right now. Any who, I'm making another one! Now this Fic is going to about RvB also, because RvB is friggin awesome. That's why. Ok, back to the point, this Fic is about-

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"Ugh, what the fuck just happened? I was typing, and then I blacked out. Aaaand my laptop is gone. Great. Wait, where am i? This is not my room. I have no idea where I am. Isn't this how all horror movies start? And why am I talking to myself? Oh well, better have a look around."

I get off the bed I was lying on, and stand up. My head is killing me. I look around and spot multiple things. One, the room is small, like, claustrophobic small.

Second, it is very bleak. The walls are grey, along with the floor, and ceiling. Then I see the closet. Inside are random articles of clothing. There are some pants, some shorts, and some shirts. Boring, just like clothes normally are. Closing the door, I turn back around.

After thoroughly searching the room, I still haven't found my laptop. I paid for that thing! If I don't find it I'm gonna be so pissed! Wait a minute. I know what this is about. This is punishment for that thing I did with the dog, isn't it?! It was one time! One freaking time! Let it go!

I guess my laptop should be the least of my worries, considering I still don't know where I am. Searching the room didn't help, so what next? I guess the only thing to do, is to go outside of the room. Which could be a very bad idea.

Well, what if somebody is waiting for me out there? Huh, that sounded really stupid. It is the only thing left to do, so fuck it. I walk up to the door, and grab the handle.

"C'mon, just open it!" I tell myself. I turn the handle, and the door slowly swings open. I poke my head out, and see a very long hallway. Wait a sec! This looks like the hallway on-. NO! It can't be! T-this cannot be real!

I slam the door behind me. This is really creepy. I could've sworn that looked a lot like the Mother of Invention. But that's ridiculous, considering that it's not even real. Or is it?

Goddamnit, now I'm confusing myself! This is really starting to freak me out, like this cannot be happening! I have to be dreaming, or, or something! Maybe I'm hallucinating? Gah, again that's a stupid idea.

So, lets say that I am, by some farfetched chance, aboard the Mother of Invention? What im I supposed to do? When the Freelancers find me, because they will, they probably are going to kill me.

KNOCK-KNOCK

"Shit….." I mumble to myself. This could turn bad fast, I have to keep it cool. I walk to the door, and open it.

Standing before me, is the Counselor. How is that fucking possible?! He's not real! He does look a lot similar as he did in RvB. He is wearing a dark grey tracksuit, and his hands are behind his back. When he talks, shivers run down my spine.

"Hello, I am the Counselor. If you would, please follow me." I figure this is my best chance to figure out what the hell is going on.

I follow behind him, taking it all in. I am, in fact aboard the Mother of Invention. The walls are white, and very clean. Marines are walking different ways, holding weapons. I still don't actually accept this is happening. What sane person would?

I keep up behind the Counselor, as we pass doors, marines, and…. a freelancer?! I stop cold, as I see the tan armor walking around a corner. It disappears, but I am still standing here. That tears it, I am somehow in RvB.

Great, I can't find the Counselor. He must have kept walking when I stopped. I have no idea where I am, or where I'm going. This is just great. Maybe if I go the way the Counselor was moving before I stopped, I can find him.

I sprint down the hall I last saw him walking, but it comes to a crossroads. It looks like an intersection, four different routes to take. So I guess left?

I walk down the left hall, looking for something to recognize. I don't see anything, so I keep walking. I just keep walking, which sucks by the way, until I reach I door. It looks…..weird.

It is large, and has a panel next to it. The panel has five letters printed on it. FILLS. So, a door with an AI panel next to it. This has to be the Directors office.

"Um, hi, FILLS?"

"Good morning! Do you wish to see the Director?" The voice of FILLS is very clear. Yep, definitely in RvB.

"Uh, yes, that would be nice." I feel really weird talking to a panel on the wall. But, I guess that's not the weirdest thing.

The door slides open I front of me. I really did not expect that to work. I walk into the darkly lit room. It has a large holographic screen, and a large desk. The Director, or Leonard Church, stands up as I walk in. We just look at each other. I honestly have no clue what I'm supposed to do.

"I am the Director. I make the rules, and I will decide what is wrong and right. Am I clear?" Damn, his voice is a lot colder in person!

"Yes. Sir." I added that last part just in case.

"You are one of the Projects newest recruits. You will receive armor, and training. You will also be expected to go out on missions, if the need a rises."

"Yes Sir."

"I expect to follow protocol at all times, and follow the higher ranking agent's orders. Now, you will be designated as agent Oregon. You are dismissed." The Director sat back down, I turned to leave.

HOLYSHIT! The Counselor was waiting at the door! That guy is really freaking creepy!

He leads out of the room, and back into the maze of hallways. I am not going to lose him this time! I keep following him, which involves more walking. Eventually we reach another large door, with yet another lock. The Counselor unlocks it, and we step inside.

Holy shit. I am looking at a real suit of armor! This has to be the best day of my life. It is orange and green. Wait, orange and green? What shit head came up with that color scheme?

Anyway, the armor is basically upgraded mark IV armor. It has the standard large visor helmet, but it still looks kick ass!

"Put it on." The Counselor tells me. Hey, I don't need to be told twice! I walk up, and attempt to put the pieces on. The problem? I have no idea what in the hell I'm doing. Eventually, the Counselor tells me how to assemble it.

Oh my gosh. I am standing in a suit of armor! This is so freaking cool! It feels good, like really good. I can barely even tell I'm still wearing it. The Counselor lets out a little grunt, and I turn to him.

"You are now officially a Freelancer."

Wait? I'm a what?!