Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Recreation

Chapter 8 Directions

Simmons: What the hell is all this stuff?

The maroon soldier was inside the Blue base, looking at all the parts laying around.

Donut: Oh, there you are! Did you blow up the base yet?

Simmons: Looks at this mess Donut, it's like they wrecked the place.

Donut: Oh yeah. That's Caboose's project.

Simmons: This is what he's been working on?

Donut: He's trying to rebuild a body for that Blue buddy of his. Err, looks like a piece is missing though.

Simmons: For the dead guy? *sighs* Give me a break. No wonder no one ever wins this war. We're all doing stuff like building lame robots.

He did a one-eighty and saw the Red's robot.

Simmons: Oh, hey Lopez, uh, hehe- I didn't you. I meant other. . . robots.

Lopez backed up and left the base.

Donut: That was kinda racist.

Simmons: Hey, that's not true. I have tons of mechanical friends.

*At Sandtrap*

?: J-Just give me the microphone.

The man took it from inside an Elephant vehicle.

?: Do not under any circumstances move. You have entered an active minefield.

The Warthog was in a minefield and the Hornet was above them. Sarge, Caboose, and Grif were out of the Warthog, but Ruby was afraid of hitting a mine, so she couldn't pick them up.

Caboose: Does thinking count as moving? Because if it does, I think I might have moved- oh! I did it again.

Ruby: No, but talking does.

Grif: Shut up!

Caboose: Well, I don't want to get exploded.

Sarge: How do we get out of here?

?: We will guide you out.

Sarge: Great, we'll just wait for you to come out here then.

?: What? No, fuck that. Listen, we're not coming out there, okay? Hang tight. We're going to pull up the schematics, be right back. Don't move. Hornet, you can land near our vehicle.

South: Well, good luck boys.

Ruby piloted the Hornet next to the elephant and landed. The girls got out of the aircraft and awaited for the boys to make it through the minefield.

Kaikaina: So, how much you wanna bet they hit a mine?

South: I'll start with fifty.

Ruby: *sighs* Be careful, guys.

Back with the guys,

Sarge: Grif! What were you thinking driving us straight into a minefield?

Grif: Me?! You were in the passenger seat! That makes you the navigator.

Sarge: What are you talking about?

Grif: Everybody knows that, you're in charge of directions.

Sarge: No! The shotgun seat is reserved as a position of respect, and for people who carry shotguns. See? *mimics shotgun* Quid pro quo. Now Grif, here's the plan. You walk in front of us very slowly-

Grif: No!

Sarge: -If you hear anything that sounds like a small metallic click, or feels like your legs are beimg blown off, just say "found one."