Chapter 48: Out Of Body

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Sandtrap
Present Day

Tucker, you, Simmons, and Grif stand around Carolina's Mongoose.

(L/N): So, Church, how do you feel?

Church's voice speaks through the Mongoose.

Church: I feel like running over each, and every one of you.

(L/N): So pretty much the same as before.

Church: Yeah. Pretty much.

Grif: Y'know Simmons? I think I'm gonna let you call "Shotgun" on this one.

Grif runs off.

Simmons: Fuck that!

Simmons also runs off. Church's A.I form appears on the windshield of the Mongoose.

Church: Man, this sucks!

Tucker: What are you complaining about? You finally got your own body.

Church: My own body? Tucker, I'm a fucking tonka truck!

Tucker: Okay, yeah, but you could literally pick up chicks with this thing!

Church: Oh, yeah, because every girl just dreams about settling down with Optimus Prime- HONK!

Church flashes as the Mongooses horn goes off. He turns around as Caboose stands up from behind the Mongoose.

Church: Caboose! Don't do that.

Caboose: Sorry.

Sarge runs in front of Blue Team.

Sarge: Alright, places people! Here they come!

Sarge runs away as Church vanishes.

(L/N): Alright guys, try not to draw attention to Church at all, it might compromise where he is.

Caboose: And don't forget to shout "Surprise"!

Tucker: Caboose, shut up!

Carolina and Washington run over the hill to where the Blues are.

Carolina: Tucker, bring Epsilon over here. I've got some questions for him.

Tucker: God dammit.

Inside the Elephant, Wash uses the computer, while Carolina speaks.

Carolina: Any luck?

Washington: I think so.

The screen displays the Project Freelancer emblem which spins and reveals several pictures, among them, Church's former Monitor body.

Washington: Alright, data pad accepted. Looks like we're in business.

Tucker runs up from behind Carolina.

Tucker: So, uh, what do you need Church for?

Carolina: I just told you.

Tucker: Oh... yeah, but I mean you could talk to me instead! 'Sup girl?

Carolina: Why on Earth would I ever want to do that?

Tucker: Well, you know, we're a perfect match. We're both super good-looking badass rebel loners, and we've got the same color armor! Greenish-blue.

Carolina simply stares at Tucker.

Tucker: Uh, aquamarine? Turquoise? Hey, what the fuck color is this anyways?

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