Washington sits in the port, not many people are in, but he still has to wait. The islands are very important to their inhabitants, the Terrans.
Washington's mumbling gets interrupted by his radio.
"Hello?" A voice from the radio asks. "Mr. Washington? This is Paris."
"Sadly, you shouldn't call me that." Washington picks up the radio. "You and I are on the same level... debatably. If you call me 'Mr. Washington', then people will start to think you are a puppet. You're not a puppet... right?"
"Uh...." Paris thinks. "Yeah, sorry about that, Mr. Wash- I mean Columbia."
Washington sighs. "Can I speak with London? I have a few choice words to tell her."
Paris talks to someone out of range of her radio. "Uh, we both agree that you shouldn't."
"Okay, why did you fucking call me then?" Washington gets impatient.
"Well London thinks-" Paris stops as an inaudible voice tells her something. "I mean London and I both agreed that you could use some assistance and so we sent someone to help you."
"Please tell me it's Chicago." Washington replies.
"Uh..." Paris says as the sound of paper crumpling gets sent through the radio. "We are sending... Ottawa."
Washington tosses the radio toward a wall, but then stops it with a spell before it crashes. He picks back up the radio.
"Are... are you being attacked?" Paris asks.
"No." Washington answers.
"Okay?" Paris awkwardly resumes. "He should be there soon. If you have any trouble getting in, he should be able to help."
"Great." Washington says sarcastically.
"In other news, I got my own radio!" Paris announces to Washington. "It's so cool. I can call people like-"
Washington turns off his radio. To channel some of his anger, he takes å map of the islands that's in the port's waiting room and scribbles over the names of the islands.
Ottawa, a really tall redhead, walks into the port and instantly recognizes Washington. "Hey!" He says as he approaches the man who is angrily scribbling on a map. "What's up?"
"Ottawa, I command you to go back to the southern base." Washington tells him.
"Can't." Ottawa replies.
"Bullshit." Washington says back.
"No really." Ottawa explains. "I take orders from Toronto. He told me that London told him that I needed to help you on this mission."
"I'm gonna have to kill him after this." Washington comments.
"Look!" Ottawa ignores his remark. "The boat is ready to take us to the island!"
The two of them get up and head toward the boat, where a man with wings on his back is seen driving it.
Ottawa pokes Washington. "Look! That's a-"
"Terran." Washington interrupts Ottawa in an annoyed voice. "I've been to the Museum Islands before."
Ottawa looks at Washington in shock. "You've been to the-"
"YES!" Washington leans into Ottawa's face. "I am close to tossing you out of this water machine. Shut up."
"Ahem." The Winged Man stops the boat and points toward the island.
"That was quick." Washington backs away from Ottawa. Washington tries to step off the boat, but the Winged Man stops him. He is holding a plastic box.
"Sir," The Winged Man puffs up his chest. "Kaden Rainer has a rule against weapons on his island. If you want to continue, you must get rid of any weapons on you. You can put them in here so-"
Washington stares at the man with a blank face and then tosses the rifle on his back into the ocean.
"I was going to say you could put your weapon in the box so you can get it back when you leave." The Winged Man stares back at Washington.
Out of nowhere, Washington gets hit with the gun, as it flies back into his face. Washington looks toward the ocean and sees a Siern male waving at him.
"Put your trash somewhere else, Lungs!" The Siern shouts at Washington.
Washington raises his rifle toward the humanoid, but before he could do anything, the siren was gone. Most likely went back to the kingdom of Was. It was an odd exception to the anarchy rule, but Defis get exceptions. That doesn't mean Washington doesn't hate these exceptions.
Washington tosses the rifle to the Winged Man. As he tumbles about, trying to catch the gun, Ottawa puts his own handgun into the box.
They both walk onto the island, which is basically just a giant building. They meet up with a short man with white wings on his back, black glasses, and a name tag that says "Hello, my name is KADEN RAINER".
Kaden looks up at the two men and then falls over.
"Oh grown up!" Washington glares over Kaden as Ottawa awkwardly stands around.
"YOU AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!" Kaden shouts. "LEAVE!"
"Oh shit." Washington whispers to himself. "I think you've been mistaken."
"YOU ARE WEARING THE SAME CLOTHING AS LAST TIME!" Kaden rapidly crawls away.
"Oh," Washington looks at himself as he tries to lie. "I... just killed Washington a couple minutes before I came here and I stole his... drip."
"YOU KILLED HIM?!" Kaden says in shock.
"Yeah, I'm his..." Washington thinks about what to say. "I am his clone... New England." Washington pulls out the card London gave him early.
"YOU'RE... just a clone?" Kaden slowly gets up.
"Yeah," Washington lies. "I was mixed with the DNA of London and Washington."
"Are you, like, his son??" Kaden's fear turns into confusion. "London and Washington? Was it the... the London that's now in power? If so... I never imagined-"
"Can we get to the fuckin' tour." Washington interrupts Kaden.
"Of course." Kaden brushes himself off. "I'm sorry. I know nothing about New World tech."
"That's okay." Ottawa butts in.
"Yeah I'm not that with the New World events... going on." Kaden scratchs his head. "I don't even know much about the Mers that neighbor us."
"You mean the kingdom of Was?" Washington objects.
"No." Kaden turned to Washington. "They actually changed the name in fact."
"Well that's a stupid name." Washington takes out the map he was vandalising earlier. "I'm still gonna call it Was."
"Let's get back on track." Kaden adjusts his collar. "Welcome to the Kay Den... Get it?"
"I don't think that pun works in latin." Washington tells Kaden.
"What do you mean?" Ottawa adds. "I understood the joke and the only other language I know is french."
"Just..." Washington face palms. "Nevermind."
"Anyways," Kaden eyes Washington passive-aggressively. "Kay Den is one of the two islands here that cover old world history. Kay Den focuses on non-violent history."
"Oh please," Washington leans on Kaden's shoulder. "I rather you kill me than tell me whatever the fuck that is for an hour."
Washington points towards some wireless headphones.
"That's a headphone." Kaden takes Washington's arm off his shoulder. "They're like earbuds, but more primitive."
Washington makes a fist with his hand and his entire arm turns into a bomb the size of his arm with the words "Little Man" on it in english.
"Sir," Kaden shakes as Ottawa doesn't seem to care. "Put that a-a-away, Mr. Washington."
Washington raises his bomb arm and looks around the room. "We're down." Washington whispers into Kaden's ear. "Let's go to the next fucking room."
"O-of course." Kaden shuffles to the next room.
"Menacing." Ottawa states.
"Shut the fuck up." Washington shakes his arm and his arm goes back to normal.
The three of them walk into another room, this one holding various different types of clothing.
"This," Kaden begins to tour the others. "Is the cloth road."
"Sounds stupid." Washington states his opinion. "I have a flight to catch."
"Hold on a second." Kaden tries to get Washington's attention back. "Don't you want to hear about the country your name came from?"
Washington glares at Kaden. "You mean..." He stares with a curious look. "You know about Freedonia?"
"Oh Mina," Kaden facepalms. "You're New England, right?"
"Yeah." Washington says after thinking for a bit.
"Well this 'Freedonia' you speak of doesn't exist." Kaden adjusts his glasses, then puts his arms behind his back. "Freedonia is just a word the uninformed masses of the modern day call the United States of America."
"The USOA?" Washington's attention has been thoroughly snatched.
"The USA..." Kaden corrects Washington. "Or just the US."
"Cool cool." Ottawa taps his foot. "Wash- New England, let's go."
"Wait." Washington firmly grasps Ottawa's hand. "I have three questions, then I'll go."
"Shoot." Kaden fidgets with his hands.
"If you let me bring in my gun, I would." Washington unsarcastically says in an angry tone.
"I forgot you were stupid." Kaden mutters in disappointment.
"What?" Washington gets closer to Kaden.
"Shoot is slang for 'go ahead' in the US." Kaden explains.
"I have a question first!" Ottawa moves Washington out of his way. "Why are old world years five days longer?"
"I should ask why the new world's years are so short?" Kaden laughs, "anyways Washington, shoot."
"Oh..." Washington says before the room goes quiet for a couple of seconds. "Okay. You said 'united STATES of america'. Were... were they facist?"
"Hmm..." Kaden fidgets with his fingers. "If you asked them, most of them would tell you they aren't. The reason is because Facism isn't what it was in the old world that it is now."
"What?" Ottawa says in confusion.
Kaden takes a breath. "The word 'Facism' was a lot different in the old world. It had to do a lot about... and identity... and war."
"HA!" Washington points at Kaden, who blushes. "That means Modern Facist are the worst!"
"Well..." Kaden twiddles his thumbs. "The difference is that modern facism can be very different from old world facism. Some can be socialist, monarchist, and maybe some other ideologies that have been lost with time. I personally hate facism and other... things based on it. It inspires war and hate among a people. If you want to know more about it, I suggest you talk to my significant other over at the next island. Maybe even that dude on Brown Island."
"Sounds weird." Washington yawns. "Next question, and this one is important. Very important."
"Go on." Kaden awaits the question.
"Were the Freedo- USAians masters of combustion?" Washington says extremely quickly.
"Masters?" Kaden pauses. "No, not really. That is definitely something you'd have to ask my significant other."
"Okay..." Washington says in disappointment. "Finally, who were the english?"
"The english!" Kaden gets a lot more confident about the subject. "They were many things in the eyes of the other old world 'facist'. Posh, thieves, a bunch of other adjectives. To keep it short, they seemed to love fish and beans."
"How did they-" Washington gets invested.
"That's three!" Kaden looks at his wrist. "Time for you to go to the next island!"
"That was very fun!" Ottawa looks at Kaden. "Thanks for your enlightenment, Mr. Kaden. Maybe next time you can talk about the British or the Zulus or the-"
"Next time of course." Kaden starts to sweat. "But I'm sure you're in a rush right now."
"HEY RAINER!" Someone shouts from across the room. He has bright red skin, no mouth, black dots for eyes, and no hair beside his eyebrows, which are blonde.
"Huh?" Kaden says as the two GATE members look at the individual.
"LOOK!" The strange person points at a small, furry creature that is shaped with two mountains with oval eyes and a mouth that is shuffling through the museum. Washington identified the creature as a Nothing, a creature that is completely harmless and completely useless.
"What is that?" Kaden slowly backs away from the Nothing.
"It's a Nothing." The Mouthless person tells Kaden.
"Real funny." Kaden sarcastically remarks. "Can it harm anything?"
"No," The Mouthless person laughs. "It's just a minor inconvenience! HAHAHA!"
"Aww." Kaden picks up the Nothing. "It looks kinda cute."
"Aren't you married?" Washington half jokingly says.
"I hate you." Kaden says, Nothing in hand. "I'm gonna give you a name later, thanks... uh... who are you?"
"DON'T THANK ME!" The Red Mouthless Man(?) puffs up his chest. "FOR I AM VILE, THE MOST VILLAINOUS PERSON IN ALL OF FIX!"
"You ain't shit, bud." Washington eyes up Vile. "If you were, you'd be dead by now. Ignore this loser, Ottawa. Let's go to a better island."
"By loser, you mean Vile, right?" Kaden somewhat shouts as the two walk off.
"Sure." Washington shouts back.
"Well see you later, Washington!" Kaden smugly waves at the two.
Washington gets the idea of running up to Kaden and decapitating him with a single punch, but decides that it's not worth it.
"Same here, Kaden Gaylord." Washington verbally fires back.
He and Ottawa head on another boat toward the next island, Rawar Island. When they arrive, they are greeted by another Terran. He wears aviators and a light green jumpsuit.
"Well I'd be damned." The Terran struts toward the two. "I didn't actually think I'd be meeting some Gaters today."
"How can you tell?" Ottawa genuinely asks.
"The Black and Red metal suit you two are wearing." The Terran points at Ottawa. "In fact, you are wearing the grunt uniform I designed." He turns toward Washington. "I'm gonna assume you're... Washington? I don't remember you having brown hair.
"I replaced the old Washington five years ago." Washington explains.
"Makes sense." The Terran replies.
"I assume you're Mr. Rainer." Washington guesses.
"I'm Allen Rainer." The Terran laughs. "Did Kaden tell you that was my name?"
"Yeah," Washington blankly states. "He's... he's something, that's for sure."
"Heh, I love that little nerd." Allen started to walk with the Gaters. "Also, you don't seem as bombastic as the last Washington."
"Oh, he is." Ottawa butts in.
"Sure." Allen sarcastically admits. "I assume you two are here to see some of the wonders of war."
"Kinda a side show, but yeah." Washington pushes Ottawa to the side. "Now, I have some questions."
"Go on." Allen stops walking.
"Okay," Washington readies himself. "First things first, what do you know about old world Facism?"
"Facism, eh?" Allen walks into another room "Fascismo! In concept, it sound efficient, but concepts fucking suck. When you say 'old world Facism', I think of Facist Italy. A mess of mismanagement, political appeasement, a lack of resources. I'm sure the Roman Empire could defeat Facist Italy at its height."
Washington looks at Allen in confusion.
"Oh..." Allen stares at Washington. "To put it simply, old world facism is like most old world ideologies, disappointing."
"That makes sense." Washington lies. "So, what do you know about the United American States?"
"The USA." Allen starts another rant. "In some cases, they're a bunch of imcopantant fatties, in others, they are a force to be reckoned with. As much as I could tell about the absolute destruction of the nuclear bomb or the guerilla fighting of many other nations, the US wasn't too unique. I will say, you could probably destroy the US easily."
"Sure..." Washington rolls his eyes.
"The old world didn't have magic, mech suits, I don't even know if the Defis existed!" Allen explains. "I bet you could take a random magic warrior and they could clear out an old world military base without assistance. We would have experienced so much more conflict, and if a couple of nerds can discover the power of the energy of life that is the living being's SOUL, imagine what they could do with the pressures of war."
Washington and Ottawa awkwardly stare at Allen as he realizes what he just said.
"I understand the anarchy law is needed," Allen adjusts his aviators. "But I'm just saying that without it, the amount of chaos and destruction possible could be... entertaining. Instead of 'me punch with fire', we could have other tactics."
"I guess." Washington rubs his head. "But it sounds stupid."
"Of course, of course." Allen stands straight. "Any other questions?"
"Do you know what this is?" Washington bluntly turns his arm back into a bomb. This time, the bomb has "Fat Boy" on it.
"Moscow showed what portable nukes were ten years ago." Allen says, unamused. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Of course not." Washington waves his arm, turning it back to normal.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Ottawa interrupts. "But what is a 'nuke'?"
"That is a story for another time." Allen puts his arms behind his back. "You have a facist to kill, right? 340 days, eh?"
Before Washington could react, Allen turns toward a somewhat confused woman in metal armor.
"Do you need something?" Allen asks her. Allen turns back toward Washington. "Looks like we're a bit busy, you should be on your way."
"Do you know where the sword area is?" She asks.
"Of course I do." Allen jokes. "Why?"
Washington and Ottawa wave goodbye as they enter another boat. Washington thinks about Allen's comment. How did he know about his mission? Who told him? Is someone plotting against him?
His paranoia is interrupted by the boat arriving at Takov Island. As the Terran driving the boat waves at the Gaters, they spot a Terran and a Fixian wearing GATE armor talking with each other.
"That's them?" The Terran asks the Fixian.
"Yep." She responds.
"Washington." Ottawa whispers. "I think this is an ambush."
"No, you fuckin' retard!" Washington slaps Ottawa. "That's Miami...I don't know who the Terran is, though."
The Terran taps on Miami's shoulder and points at Washington and Ottawa.
"I think that's our passengers." The Terran relays to Miami.
"Wow!" Miami says sarcastically. "Thanks for pointing that out. It's not like I don't know who my OWN FUCKING BOSS IS! GOD DAMN!"
"Miami." Washington approaches her. "Weren't you on a mission in the southern part of the north-west peninsula?"
"You told me to help you." Miami stands with her back straight up. "I've got a tape of you saying so. Here."
Miami taps her shoulder, which activates her helmet. Then, she taps the side of her helmet. A recorded audio plays.
"This is Washington." Washington says in the recording.
"I can tell." Miami laughs to herself in the recording. "I've taken care of Circle's Canal builders. Just give me more time and I'll see what I can do about the-"
"Look," The Recorded Washington interrupts. "I need you to head to the Museum Islands' Takov Island, right now."
"Right now?" Record Miami says in shock. "I guess I can make it, but don't I'm so close to-"
"Remind me what my name is, agent." Recorded Washington says sternly.
Recorded Miami lets out a sigh. "I'll get there as soon as possible."
"Great!" Recorded Washington gleefully exclaims. "Cock-"
The recording ends.
"Heheheh." Ottawa giggles. "Cock."
"This was today?" Washington asks Miami, ignoring Ottawa.
"Yeah," Miami confirms. "Did you not remember?"
"I didn't even call you today." Washington paces. "Some bullshittery is going on."
"Whatever happened," Miami leans on a nearby wall. "I'm here now and Volgograd here is gonna be our pilot." She points at the Terran.
"Uh..." Volgograd's eyes snap to the group, he looks extremely tired. "Yeah."
"Then we should get going." Ottawa rubs his hands. "I have to be constantly on the move because Toronto's trying to kill me."
"I REALLY don't care." Washington glares at Ottawa.
"Well the plane should be ready." Volgograd announces. "Let's go."
"I'll..." Washington inches away from the group and toward the port he came from. "I need to check out something on Brown Island."
"I can help!" Ottawa proudly announces.
"Go without me." Washington demands. "I'll catch the next flight."
Miami gets up off the wall. "It won't be here for a good-"
"I said, go." Washington repeats. "That's a command."
"Of course, sir." Miami salutes. The group goes toward the airport section of the island while Washington heads back to the boat.
"You're back quickly." The Boat Terran says. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah," Washington confirms. "Too many rules here. Only a hundred people allowed in the isles at a time? That's bullshit!"
The Boat Terran doesn't respond.
"Yeah..." Washington awkwardly resumes. "Just... just take me back to the mainland."
"You've got it." The Boat Terran gleefully complies.