Red vs blue (female OC) season 8

Backup plans

Fade in to Wash and the Meta in the desert, getting ready.

Washington: Alright Meta, get ready. Fire!!

Wash tosses a grenade, and the Meta fires his brute shot. As the dust clears, they noticed that it worked.

Washington: Huh, well that actually seemed to work.

Cut to Doc, who has been freed from the cement slab with pieces of debris around him.

Doc: ...Ow!

Washington: (walking up to Doc with the Meta behind him) Doc, how do you feel?

Doc: Uh okay I guess, all things considered- hey does anybody know where we can find a good medic? Or is Thea around?

Washington looked at him annoyed that he would mentioned her name, even though she's not here.

Washington: I don't get paid enough for this.

Washington walks off as the Meta watches. The Meta takes a glance at Doc before also walking away with a growl.

Doc: Geeze, tough room.

Cut to the Reds just inside the facility

Grif: I told you that stupid plan wouldn't work.

Simmons: That's because you said your name was Agent Pluto!

Thea: You guys complain to me that I've never went to high school and yet he doesn't know what a state is? Your a moron Grif.

Sarge: Heh, luckily we had the old contingency plan to fall back on.

Grif: Sarge, shotgun in the face is not a contingency plan. I keep telling you that.

Thea: Yeah old man.

Cut to FILSS' damaged monitor outside the base on the tree while she is speaking, it glitches.

FILSS: Hhhhhhllo, this is a private facility. Hello, this is a private facility.

Cut back to the Reds

Sarge: Don't be so quick to judge, Grif, Thea. Shotgun in the face can be applied in a variety of tough situations. For instance, (aims shotgun at Grif) watch how quickly it cures insubordination.

Thea: idiot.

Caboose: (off screen) Oh no!

Shawn: (off screen) Crap!

A loud crash, like shattering glass can be heard.

Simmons: What was that?

Sarge: It came from down here. Come on.

Thea: That doesn't sound good.

Sarge eagerly heads down the hall with Grif, Thea and Simmons behind him. Cut back to the desert to one of the aliens drawing something in the sand. Washington, Doc, and Meta walk up behind them to observe.

Washington: I don't like this.

Doc: Look, I talked to them. They're gonna draw us a map and show us where Epsilon went. After that you can let me go.

Washington: You sure that's what he's doing?

Doc: Well, my Alien to English is a little rusty. I would suggest we get one of those translator balls, but we got enough jerks around here already.

Meta: (gowls)

Washington: I agree. We should just kill most of them, the last one left alive will talk.

Doc: Wash, you just can't kill everybody you meet.

Washington: Why not?

Doc: Uh... well now you're putting me on the spot, I don't really have an answer for that, just seems like a bad idea though. Karma?