?: Red Team, this is Blue Team. We are in position, how copy? Over.
Red: Blue Team, this is Red Team, I copy. Blue in position, over.
Blue: Gold Team, this is Blue Team. All units are in position and are awaiting further instructions, what is your status, over? . . . Gold Team, two-three, this is Blue Team. One-two, radio check, over?
Gold: Uh, yeah, we're here Blue Team.
Blue: Gold Team, I repeat, what is your status, over?
Gold: Uhhh, we're pretty good?
Blue: What?
Gold: Actually, uh, we were wondering if we could maybe change our name to. . . Orange Team?
Blue: . . . WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?!?!
And Grif, Simmons, and Caboose found themselves outside a Federal Army base.
Grif: You tell them it makes a big difference, Bitters! Because I am orange! I am not gold! I am not yellow! I am fucking orange!
Simmons: Grif!
He turned to see the two in the entrance to the facility.
Simmons: Get off the radio! The teams are fine!
Grif: The teams suck.
Simmons: You're gonna blow our cover.
Grif: Ugh, *activated radio*, alright we'll be Gold. *sticks up middle finger* Go tell the Blue Team to suck a dick and then get in position.
Blue: Whatever you say, Captain.
Grif rejoined his teammates.
Simmons: We're infiltrating an enemy base, and you're bitching about colors.
Grif: It's a misleading title! People could get confused!
Simmons: Oh, shut up.
Caboose: No, he's right, I'm confused.
The Maroon Soldier began to work on getting the door open through the control panel.
Simmons: Caboose, you're always confused.
Caboose: Well, that sounds confusing.
The panel beeped and began to progressively beep faster.
Simmons: Hoo, okay. Doors opening in approximately fifteen seconds.
Grif: Yeah, yeah.
Simmons: Oh man, what if this doesn't work?
Grif: Probably won't.
Simmons: What if it's a trap?
Grif: Probably is.
Simmons: Ohh, what would Sarge say at a time like this?!
Grif: "Shut it, Simmons!"
Simmons: Probably, yeah. Ehh, here we go!
The doors slid open and Caboose yelled as he emptied an entire clip of his Assault Rifle into the wall! He managed to spell his name. . . wrong.
Caboose: Did we win?
Simmons: No. . . Apparently we've unlocked one of several security doors.
They entered the facility.
Grif: Oh, so I talk on the radio and it's jeopardizing the mission, but that happens and everything's fine?!
Caboose: Shush Grif! *whispers* They might hear you.
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Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Season Twelve
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