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The Insurgency S1E4: Precious Cargo (FB) . Freebuild for the Insurgency (Galactic Imperium). . Charles Sider walked up to the front door of William Nantucket's house. Charles was sure he would be home. His hover car was in the driveway. After buzzing in, Charles waited a few moments for William to open the door. "Hey, buddy," Will said revealing himself as the door slid open. "You feeling better?" "Physically, yes, but emotionally? I'm traumatized," Charles replied. "Well come on in." "So what can I do for you?" asked Will as they went inside. "Actually it's what I can do for you. I have an offer for you, my good friend," Charles spoke with enthusiasm. "What kind of offer?" "A few people want you to write, wait for it... A screenplay!" Charles shouted excitedly. "A screenplay? For a movie?" "Will, this is gonna be huge! Just think of all the money." "I'm not really feeling a movie, Charles." "Wh-What?! But... The money... You can't waste this opportunity!" "The opportunity to become a total sell out? I think I'll pass." "This will advance your career as a writer." Will's communicator then began to ring. "Don't pick that up," Charles told him. "We're discussing our future here." "I'm not doing it." "Well can you think about it?" "I did. My answer's no. Now can you please leave my house?" "You're making a mistake," Charles grumbled as he walked away in frustration. "Hello?" Will asked raising the communicator. "William, It's Dane." "What's going on Dane? Have you got anything on the Red Cape?" "I'm working on it. But in the meantime, something else has come up." "Another job?" "Yes. A transport crashed earlier today. It was carrying some precious cargo." "What kind of precious cargo?" "A bio-weapon. This is a matter of national security. If the weapon falls into the wrong hands- if it falls into the hands of Aurelia... Who knows what they'll do with it?" "Let me guess, you want me to get it back before anyone else does." "Precisely. I'll send you the location." Will drove towards the site of the crash. When he was close enough, he parked his car and stepped out, deciding to continue on foot. He saw the mangled transport in the sands of the beach. What was supposed to be a simple job instantly became complicated as police officers were all around the scene. Will activated his communicator. "Dane, we have a slight problem. There's cops everywhere." "What about the weapon? It's in a silver case. Do you see it?" "I see it but there's no way I can get to it." "Do whatever you have to, take them all out." "I'm not taking out the police, Dane." "They will take the weapon and leave it with minimal security. It'll be open to theft." "Can't the IIA just tell them to hand it over?" "All the departments are always fighting over jurisdiction over things. It'll be a hassle. This is honestly the easiest way, to steal it. You need to find a way, William. This is of the utmost importance." Dane then ended the transmission. "Great," Will muttered. He looked over seeing some sort of agent step out of his vehicle nearby. Will rushed over and quickly knocked him out. "Sorry about this, man," Will said. "This is Detective Rayburn," said one of the officers at the scene into his communicator. "Afternoon, detective. Are you investigating the transport crash?" "Yes, I'm at the scene right now." "Well we just wanted to let you know that one of our guys from the Global Transportation Safety Board will be coming by to check things out." "Alright, I appreciate the heads up." "No problem." After a little while, Will, in his disguise, approached Detective Rayburn. "Agent Cross," Will said introducing himself with a fake name. "You must be Detective Rayburn." "They told be you'd be coming by. But honestly agent, me and the guys have a handle on this investigation." "I'm sure but we have to do our own investigation. I'll analyze the wreckage. Then a team will come by to clean everything up." Now that Will was able to get past the police without raising too much suspicion, he made his way to the silver case he was supposed to retrieve. Just as he was about to leave, another officer stopped him. "Forensics needs this," said the officer putting his hand on the case. "I'm taking it for evidence," Will said. "Global Transportation Safety Board." "Forensics needs to take a look at it first. Then you guys can have it. Is there a problem?" "No problem," Will said reluctantly handing over the case. Will activated his communicatior again. "Dane, there's another problem." "What is it?" "I had the case but the forensics team took it way. I don't know how I can get it back." "They're gonna take it back to the police station. You have to get in there and steal it." "I thought you would say that," Will said sighing. "I don't have to remind you how-" "How important this is?" Will said interrupting Dane. "No. You don't." Will drove to the police department. He sat outside in his car coming up with a plan. Going against the police would take him to a dark place. He decided to take the risk anyway. He was a patriot. Anything for the Imperium. Inside, he "accidentally" bumped into an officer. "Hey, watch it!" "Sorry about that," Will said quickly swiping the officer's keycard. He used it to unlock the door to the evidence room. He found what he was looking for inside. The trick would be to get it outside. And a trick it was. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" an officer asked Will as he was stepping out of the evidence room. "Uh, Global Transportation Sa- Oh forget it." Will hit the officer hard in the face with the case and made a run for it. The entire station went on alert. "Stop right there!" one of the officers yelled. Will dashed out of the station with police officers hot on his heels. He jumped in his car and sped off. A police vehicle was right behind him. It chased him through the streets of L.A. Will led the police all over the city, dodging pedestrians and making sharp turns. Eventually he was able to lose them. "Dane, I got your damn weapon," he said into the communicator, breathing hard. "Stay where you are. I'll meet you." In a short while, Dane walked towards Will by the warehouse. "That was some job," Will said aggravated as he handed Dane the case. "It was for the greater good. I thank you, on behalf of the Imperium." "I don't know if I can keep doing this," Will replied. "I... Understand. This one was difficult. You don't have to keep it up if you don't want to. But I very much appreciate the work you have done. You're a talented man, William. We need people with your skills." "Look, Dane, I'll gladly do jobs for the IIA if they take me on and give me their resources. But I don't like this freelance stuff." "I've talked to them but most everyone in the Imperium still doesn't trust you. They think you're a loose cannon. They're worried you'll make those same mistakes again." "I've changed. I'm good now. I know what I did was wrong." "Well we'll see. Maybe they'll start to change their minds after seeing all the good you've done. But yeah, good work today. I'll... See you later." "Yeah, whatever, Dane. I'll see you."

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