Director: Dear Chairman.
Fade in to the firefight between the Reds and the Blues
Director: Our records in this matter are impeccable, and I will refer you to them. It is true that we were granted the use of only one A.I. program, yet with special permission to conduct our experiments. That is all we were allowed to do, and that is all we have done. Of course, I am sure that you will agree, that the core mission of any scientific endeavour, is to find creative solutions to... unexpected problems.
Washington: Where did these guys come from?
Church: I have no clue!
Washington: Do you think they're working with the Meta?
Alex: No. Grif, Simmons, Sarge stop shoting I'm right here!
Church: Working with them? These guys don't do much working of any kind, so... no.
South: (over radio) We found Caboose I think Will and I stoped the Meta before it got Delta but we don't know.
Church: Is he dead?
Will: (over radio) I'm half hoping he is but I think he is alive.
Washington: Hold on. Let me pull up the biocomm. Check his pulse rate.
Wash does just that while looking at Church and Alex
Church: Uh... you can monitor our vitals?
Washington: I can check on the whole squad during combat. Keeps me up to date. It doesn't work on you for some reason.
Church: Yeah uh ah, sure there's a... perfectly, logical, explanation for that.
Washington: We need to get to him. My HUD says he's alive but hurt.
Church ducks out and fires at Caboose, then comes back in
Church: How 'bout now?
Washington: Stop that!
Will: (over radio) You missed and I'm coming to you guys.
Church: Fuck! Sun was in my eyes.
Cut over to the Reds, firing from behind cover. Will droops down behind them
Sarge: Simmons, keep firing. Don't let up!
Simmons: Yes, sir!
Grif: And get the grenades out there! And don't kill Alex.
Simmons: Yes, sirs!
Sarge: Grif, stop confusing everybody. I'm callin' the shots.
Grif: We're the same rank now, I can do whatever I want.
Sarge: You're not qualified to lead in battle!
Grif: Qualified? How hard could it be? Simmons, you're doing a terrible job, and you should try to win harder. I mean try harder. To win.
Sarge: That was awful.
Grif: (crying) I learned it by watching you.
Simmons: Excuse me, sir.
Grif and Sarge: What?!
Simmons: (sigh) Never mind.
Will: Hi guys.
Sarge turns and points his shot gun at Will. Cut to the Meta watching the fight on a video screen, and changing colour to red
Sarge: (on the screen) Simmons, aim for his bullets! Try to deflect them in mid air. Grif, come here! Your face can be used as a shield in case this blue try's anything. What is it you want.
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Red vs Blue season 6/ Reconstruction male OC
FanfictionA year has passed since Tex left Blood Gulch the reds and blues have been relocated and agent Washington needs to find them in order to defeat the Meta. And Washington will have to trust somebody who shot him in the back along with the reds and blue...
