Chapter thirteen

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Chairman: Dear Director.

Fade in to the Reds in one Warthog being chased by another

Chairman: Our laws are not designed to outline every possible infraction that may take place! However the spirit of the law is clear. Blatant disregard for the safety and well-being of our citizens, in any form, will always be a punishable offense, regardless of how well, or by whom that offense has been justified.

The Reds are in the lead car, being fired upon. With Simmons setting in third seat the red add to their warthog. Hunter being at gunner.

Simmons: Here they come!

Sarge: Hunter, what're you waitin' for? Shoot 'em!

Hunter: I can't! The stupid gun is jammed! I'm going to try to fix it!

Sarge: Step on it, Grif.

Grif: Yeah, no shit!

Sarge: Whose idea was it to steal a jeeps from these guys anyway?

Cut to Wash, South, and the Blues watching

Washington: Nuhh, I knew this plan wouldn't work.

Church: We all knew this plan wouldn't work. None of our plans ever work.

Luz: But we have become great at winging it and improvising.

Amity: Plus with the help of stupid, STUPID luck.

Caboose: That's why we carry guns.

Washington: (Mockingly) "We can get a car, no problem. We're better with vehicles than the Blues, let us handle this." Why did I even listen to them?

Church: I told you not to.

Amity: They can do it trust me.

Washington: Yeah, well, I already stopped listening to you four bases ago.

Caboose: Well that's not very-

Washington: And I never started listening to you.

Luz: Well that's just plain rude.

The chase continues

Sarge: Force them into the wall!

Grif: On it!

The pursuing car enters the base

Simmons: Where'd they go!?

Sarge: Did ya lose 'em?

Grif: Looks like it.

Hunter: Yes! We did it!

They skid to a stop as the other car works its way through the base

Hunter: Oh give me a fuckin break!

Sarge: What in Sam Hell? I don't believe it.

Grif: Well Sarge, I guess you owe me an apology. Turns out I'm not such a bad driver after-

The other jeep emerges from the base right in front of them

Grif: ...all.

The other jeep's gunner turns the turret toward them

Simmons: Aw come on, what the fuck!

Grif: Hunter how's the gun doing.

Hunter: Almost done!

The Blues watch the chase resume

Caboose: Aw man. That jeep has a really big gun.

Church: Don't get any ideas.

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