Dear Agent Carolina,

What is your endgame on Chorus? It is quite obvious that the majority of your life has been devoted to Project Freelancer. You were there since the begining, longer than some of the Director's trusted advisors. Now that it has come to a close, what purpose do you have? What purpose is there for an overtrain soldier who isn't even part of the military?

Freelancer took a lot from everybody. Almost everyone involved with the Project is either dead or incarcerated. Agent Washington suffered a tremendous amount of mental strain from the implantation of the Epsilon AI. Your own father took your life from you. You are looking for an opportunity to take it back. However, you must have realized by now that, even as you fight for Chorus, the waves of Project Freelancer are still crashing down on you and your allies, and eventually you will drown.

There is a way out, if you are willing to take it. You could come under my employment, and finally be put with a team of actually competent soldiers. There wouldn't be any manipulative psychological experiments played on any of you. You would all work for a singular, focused goal. All you would have to do is give up this trivial fight for this backwater planet.

I await your response.

Sincerely yours,

Malcolm Hargrove, Oversight Subcommittee Chairman and CEO of Charon Industries.

Dear Chairman,

Ok, dude, you seems obsessed or something. I know you've been sending messages to all the other guys, and it's actually a little creepy. Stop trying to throw money at us! Everyone hates you!

Carolina won't even dignify this message with an actual response. She just sighed in annoyance and told me to answer it.

And don't even start with me, cockbite! I'd bet my ass that you're thinking some bargain to make with me! You can just suck all the dick in the world! Hell, I don't even have a dick, but I'll make sure that, every time you so much as look at a computer screen, you will see a different dick every fucking time! I will legally change your name to "Asshole McFuckface" and have you be legally documented as a jackass. Like, as in a literally donkey. I will change whatever your college major was to a Theater Degree and nothing else. Do not fuck with me I am a computer and I will mess you up.

Sincerely yours,

Church, AKA AI Fragment Epsilon