He was a broken man.

Had been since the beginning of project freelancer.

It got worse after the implantation of the Epsilon AI.

Nothing was right back then.

His opinions, thoughts, and memories were scattered along the capsule of his brain; jumbled together past the point of disentanglement.

His reality and his nightmares blended together until he could no longer tell the difference between...

“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can.”

Washington was about to intersect before he paused and considered the circumstances.

He’d much rather Tucker be careful then quick.

“Ok, ok.” He rationalized. “Just don’t hurt her.”

He could hear Tucker scoff from under the porch. “How do you even know it’s a girl?” He hissed before mumbling something Wash didn’t hear but could only assume was a...

“I warned my brother that not everyone liked his practical jokes.”

Simmons paused and just stared at her.

“What?” He questioned once again.

Sister shrugged. “He’s not even that funny.” She explained. “Sure, he got you to squirm a little, but I could have done better than that.”

Was she implying that the bullshit he just went through was all part of some elaborate prank?

Simmons didn’t even va...

His life was pretty routine.

He went to school on the weekdays, went out with York and North, his college buddies, on Fridays, went grocery shopping on Saturday and worked in between it all.

Saturday went as normal.

He woke up, got ready had two cups of coffee and headed for the Safeway down the road.

Once at the Safeway, he went straight to produce and began making his way through the aisles...

No matter what he did; he couldn’t make her leave.

He’d spend hours with her in that room.

It wouldn’t be a communal affair either.

He didn’t want her to know he could see her, so he avoided her wandering eyes at all costs. But, it didn’t seem to be working because her fixated gaze didn’t leave.

Maybe she knew something was up. That he could communicate with the other side and that he was abl...