Red Owl Vs Blue Raven

Chapter ten

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 endeavor, 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?

Church: Working with them? These guys don't do much working of any kind, so... no.

Amity: They probably think your a blue.

Washington: Look, there's Caboose.

Luz: And South!

Church: Are they dead?

Washington: Hold on. Let me pull up the biocom. Check his pulse rate.

Amity: And South?

Wash does just that while looking at Church

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.

Luz: It's kind of a long story.

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! And you missed him.

Church: Fuck! Sun was in my eyes.

Luz: We're in the shade right now. I'm going to check Caboose.

She sneaks off to help South and Caboose.

Cut over to the Reds, firing from behind cover.

Sarge: Simmons, Hunter, keep firing. Don't let up!

Simmons: Yes, sir!

Grif: And get the grenades out there!

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.

Hunter: I remember the time before us being torn apart because of rank.

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.

The Meta walks down toward the battle, and the screen he was looking at starts flashing "Generator Malfunction". Cut back to Wash, Amity, and Church