Radio noise is heard as the camera fades from black. Caboose is standing behind Tucker while Wolfsen is twiddling her thumbs with her legs hand off the edge of the building.
Tucker: Come in, Blue Command. This is Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. Do you read me?
Caboose: Okay, that is the last of it. Your armour is clean now, just like Wolfsy's!
Wolfsen: Don't call me that.
Tucker: Did you get all the black stuff off?
More radio noise is heard. Cut to Vic sitting at his control panel.
Vic: This is Blue Command. Come in, Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha.
Tucker: Hello, Command! We need help!
Vic: Roger that, Blood Gulch. What is your request?
Tucker: I don't know what the technical military term is for it, but, uh, we're pretty fucked up down here. We need men!
Vic: (pauses) Dude, how long have you guys been down there?
Tucker: No, no, no, n-not like that! We need more men to help us.
Vic: Roger that. Did you get the tank we sent?
Tucker: Yeah, that got blown up too.
Vic: Wow. Sucks to be you.
Tucker: Yeah, we know.
Vic: Okay, here's what I can do. The nearest Blue forces can be there in 16 days, or I-
Tucker: 16 days!? That's almost 2 weeks!
Vic: OR I can hire a nearby Freelancer and get him there within a few hours.
Caboose: I like the "in an hour" one.
Wolfsen: Sorry, did he just say Freelancer?
Tucker: Yeah, me too. Roger that, Command. We prefer the quicker solution.
Vic: 10-4, Blood Gulch. We'll contact Freelancer Tex and have them there post-haste. Command out.
Radio cuts off.
Wolfsen: Nevermind, we're fine.
Tucker: Whoever he is, make sure he can fix a tank.
Caboose: What's a Freelancer?
Tucker: Freelancers are independent. They're not Red or Blue. They're just guns for hire who'll fight for whoever has the most money.
Caboose: Like a mercenary.
Tucker: Right. Or like your mom when the rent's due.
Caboose: ...Oh, that's funny.
Tucker: Yeah? You didn't think that was too obvious?
Caboose: No, no, not at all. It- It was good.
Wolfsen: Personally, I think it was a bit obvious.
A semi-transparent Church fades into view between Tucker and Caboose.
Wolfsen: An AI?
Church: (ghostly voice) Tucker... Tucker...
Tucker: Who the hell are you!?
Church: I am the ghost of Church, and I've come back with a warning!
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MIA: Blood Gulch Chronicles
FanfictionÚlfa Hjörmundardóttir, a runaway Freelancer disguised as a Simulation Trooper. What would happen if she were to be sent onto a D82-EST Darter that just so happened to be heading towards Blood Gulch? Find out in MIA! Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs...
