Chairman: Dear Director.
Fade in to the beach of Zanzibar where numerous objects fall from the sky as the Chairman speaks
Chairman: Do your "creative solutions" include the circumvention of the safety protocols that every member of the Military must follow? If they do not, then I fail to see how an enemy has managed to secure not one, but several of your experimental A.I.s. The protocol is not a guideline, dear Director, it is doctrine. And no one is above its rule.
Cut to Grif hiding behind a warthog as another warthog is thrown at him
Grif: Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, ooooh God!
The Warthog hits two palm trees, nearly crushing Grif. Church walks out of his hiding place
Church: Oh my God, that guy got fucked up!
Alex: Grif are you ok?
Grif: What the hell was that!?
Church: Aw, he lived? That's bullshit.
Church and Alex return to there hiding place
Sarge: Grif, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, you gotta pay attention in battle! You can't let yourself get distracted by- oh crap, flying jeep.
A flying Warthog, thrown by the Meta, nearly hits Sarge
Simmons: Run!
Will: I don't want to die!
Simmons Will and Sarge retreat, chased by several falling objects of considerable size and mass South watches near Caboose's unconscious body
Church: Well. Guess they're definitely not workin' together.
Alex: Thank god I don't have to fight my team.
Washington: Now that he's powered up, he's just killing everything. We're next.
Sarge: Move it or lose it.
Will: Out of the way!
Simmons: Yeah come on, scootch, scootch.
Church: Hey. Get out of here, Reds. This is our cover.
Simmons: What is that thing?
Church: You guys remember Tex?
Simmons: Yeheah, the girl who kicked our asses all the time?
Alex: And kicked Grif in the balls.
Church: Yeah, well, this thing's like, nine of her.
Washington: It must be at full power now. Church, you Will and the Reds keep it busy. I'm going to help Caboose.
Washington runs off
Simmons: Did he say keep it busy?
Church: Yeah...
Simmons: How the hell do we do that?
Will: Umm annoy it?
Sarge: Looks like Grif is doing a pretty good job already.
Cut to a pile of objects of considerable size and mass, with more arriving regularly, and Grif behind it
Grif: Okay I get it! Stop throwing things at me, you fucking jackass!
Sarge: Keep up the good work, Grif!
Grif: Ow! Okay, that could have taken out an eye!
Cut to Wash arriving at Caboose's limp body
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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...
