[ The documents detail a great deal about this Agent Washington. He knows he'd nearly been thrown out of the army altogether for insubordinate action that saved the lives of his fellow soldiers. He knows Project Freelancer had been something like a last chance for him to prove himself.

And then the root of corruption at the heart of the project had been exposed, the Director taken down, and everyone who remained jailed for their collaboration with him. As the sole surviving Freelancer, as far as official records were concerned, Washington had taken the fall for just about everything they could throw at him.

What a waste. A Freelancer could be put to far better uses than rotting in a jail cell. Luckily, Washington had been one of those wise enough to grasp the bars of his cell for dear life.

He wanted to live. He wanted to fight for his freedom. That was a good starting point if there ever was one.

Now Locus regards him carefully, calculatingly. It's true, he's not as vocal as Felix, but he has no time to waste words. Fortunately, Washington seems a man who appreciates expediency. ]

The Counselor has already made notes about the lack of depth those documents provide.

[ Locus hadn't moved from his spot, beside a large illuminated table showing a grid and various settlements and bases on Chorus. One of which might be of interest to Washington very, very soon. ]

He offered to fill in the gaps, given his extensive work with you. I'd prefer to hear what use you might to us from you, directly.