Red vs Blue with a new character joining in the mix.
Agent New Mexico lost all his memories during his time in Project Freelancer, he found his way to Blood Gulch. After being assigned to Blue team, he now has to deal with all the madness and chaos...
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Pan out on Grif and Simmons, who are approaching another Red soldier, Sarge clad in red armor.
Sarge: Hurry up, ladies. This ain't no ice cream social.
Simmons: Ice cream social?
Simmons and Grif exchange looks.
Cut to Sarge.
Sarge: Stop the pillow talk, you two. Anyone want to guess why I gathered you here today?
Grif: Uh, is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?
Sarge:(Sarcastically) That's exactly it, Private. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float, and Simmons here IS IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI!
Grif: I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir.
Sarge: Goddamn it, Private! Shut your mouth or else I'll have Simmons slit your throat while you're asleep!
Simmons: Oh I'd do it, too.
Sarge: I know you would, Simmons. Good man. (Brief pause) Couple of things today, ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gulch Outpost Number One.
Grif: Crap. We're getting a rookie.
Sarge: That's right, dead man. Our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we received the first part of our shipment from Command.
Grif and Simmons exchange looks again.
Sarge turns towards a hill behind them.
Sarge: Lopez, bring up the vehicle.
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A large, armor-plated, jeep-like vehicle comes over the rise with Lopez in the driver seat, who pulls up alongside the Reds.
Simmons: Shotgun!
Grif: Shotgun! (Realizes he is too late) Fuck.
Sarge: May I introduce our new, light reconnaissance vehicle.
