Familiar faces

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Leeeez go

Y/N's POV:

Simmons: So let me get this straight. You. Are a freelancer.

Y/N: Yeah.

Sarge: Your an explosive expert?

Y/N: Hell yeah I am.

Echo: And a sociopath.

Y/N: Hey piss off.

Simmons: And you've had an AI this whole time. And stood by and watched as Texas would kick our asses.

Griff: Sounds pretty lazy to me.

Y/N: Shut it Griff your taped to a hood!

Sarge: Alright men here we go. L/N the music.

Y/N: Si Señor!

I press the play button on our Bluetooth radio and Spanish music begins to play.

Echo: Haha lets go kick some freelancer ass!

Our truck then passes by two people. One in grey and yellow armor, and the other is Church.

Sarge: Woohoo Red Team!

Simmons: Suck it blue!

And then we get stuck in a windmill.

Echo: Oh what the fuck! Colorado how did you not see the windmill?!

Y/N: Hey hey hey...there was a deer.

Echo: No, you just can't drive.

Y/N: Oh Shutup. Everyone out!

We get out of puma and I cut Griff out of the duct tape.

Washington: Who're they?!

Church: The reds...

Washington doesn't recognize me due to my standard red army armor.

Sarge: Now let's kill them!

We get behind some crates and start shooting at the blues as we manage to pin them in a room.

Sarge: Simmons keep firing!

Simmons: Yes sir!

Griff: Simmons get some grenades going!

Simmons: Yes sirs!

Y/N: For the love of god shut up Griff!

The base loses power for a second and then Washington steps out and uses the voice amplifier.

Washington: Put your weapo-

Church: Testing testin- holy shit this works?!

Y/N: He just had to tell them about the voice amplifier.

I then see a red with an EVA helmet. And Griff walks up to him.

Y/N: Huh cool helmet...oh shit he picked up a car!

Echo: Im reading AI signatures!

Y/N: Ah shit. Maine!

Washington: Huh?

The man in EVA armor slowly turns towards me and I load a grenade.

Echo: Hey do me a favor and don't let his creepy AI friends touch me with their grubby hands.

He throws the warthog at Griff.

Griff: Oh god oh god oh god!

Y/N: Run!

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