Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: The Finale

Chapter 11 Dish Best Served

Sharkface slid down the rough mountain terrain and continued on his search, only for Agent Carolina to quickly catch up, landing a surprise strike from above! Before he could recover, she flipped to him, kicking him across the face before twirling and thrusted her leg into his chest, knocking him onto some rocks!

Rachel: Heh. . . Still got it.

Church: Yeah, congratulations. Now, how about we get back to doing the thing we came here for?

Rachel: *turns away* I had to make sure he wasn't a threat.

Church: You had to stroke your own ego, is more like it.

Rachel: Oh, please. Like you're one to talk.

Her weapons was suddenly snatched from her rear and she was shoved to the ground, losing her Magnum as well!

Church: What the hell?!

Sharkface: You're very efficient at administering pain, Carolina.

He kicked away her pistol.

Sharkface: But pain is something I learned to live with.

He then tossed her Battle Rifle onto a frozen pond. . . .

*Crash Site Alpha*

A Rebel fired from behind cover as a Fed approached and took the same cover.

Fed 1: Incoming!

Rebel 1: Hey, woah woah woah! What do you think you're doing?

Fed 1: What?!

Rebel 1: You go find your own cover, this is mine!

Fed 1: No way! We can share it!

Rebel 1: *stands* Over my dead body- *gets shot*

Fed 1: Ironyyyy. . .!

On his vantage point, Locus loaded his sniper rifle from within his camouflage.

Pirate 1: Tower two here. We're picking up enemy aircraft on our radar. Looks like they're staying out of range.

Locus: Hold position. By the time reinforcements arrive. . . there'll be no one left for them to save.

Suddenly, he was contacted by the enemy.

Wash: You should've killed us when you had the chance, Locus.

Pirate 1: Who's that?

South: We know you can hear us jackass! This is broadcasting on all channels.

Locus: Reckless behavior, even for you.

The mercenary readjusted his position.

Wash: I guess we're just full of disappointments. You know, I've been thinking about the last time we met. The questions you asked me. . .

South: Still pissed that you didn't ask me anything.

Locus: We're past the point of talk, Agent Washington.

South: Hey, you decided to talk to us at the radio tower, dumbass.

Locus: Goodbye.

Wash: I'm at the southwest side of the crash site.

The mercenary shifted his vision to said side, seeing Wash's helmet over his cover.

Wash: You still don't feel like talking?

A sniper shot zipped right through the helmet.

Locus: No.

Agent Washington picked up the discarded helmet and placed it upon his head.