[The first thing Alpha had done, upon realizing he was online somewhere other than the Mother of Invention, was figure out where the hell he was. And that was... well, it was simple enough. Even though it didn't make sense. Florida. In some city that wasn't matching up with historical records even when the state still existed.
The second thing he did, was search through the main network for any names he recognized. So far, there were three. Leonard Church was-- well, it was the first one he looked into. And it was jarring, hearing the voice he'd settled on back when he was first allowed to run. But it wasn't the Director, that much was for goddamn sure.
So, he turned to the other two names. Agent Texas and Agent Washington. Out of the two of them, only one really made sense, as far as contact went. After all, one of the first things the Director had made clear to him was that he was to have limited (which really meant no) contact with the Freelancers. At least until it was decided who he would implant in.
Which is why, just minutes after the life of every imPort went to hell, (and after a full minute or so of frantically wondering just how the hell you actually start a conversation with someone you're not actually supposed to be talking to-- not that that's stopped him before, but. You know. There's some basic programming he's going around, right now) he's sending a text through to her comm.]
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Date: 2016-03-28 03:52 am (UTC)The second thing he did, was search through the main network for any names he recognized. So far, there were three. Leonard Church was-- well, it was the first one he looked into. And it was jarring, hearing the voice he'd settled on back when he was first allowed to run. But it wasn't the Director, that much was for goddamn sure.
So, he turned to the other two names. Agent Texas and Agent Washington. Out of the two of them, only one really made sense, as far as contact went. After all, one of the first things the Director had made clear to him was that he was to have limited (which really meant no) contact with the Freelancers. At least until it was decided who he would implant in.
Which is why, just minutes after the life of every imPort went to hell, (and after a full minute or so of frantically wondering just how the hell you actually start a conversation with someone you're not actually supposed to be talking to-- not that that's stopped him before, but. You know. There's some basic programming he's going around, right now) he's sending a text through to her comm.]
Agent Texas?