Assault (Red vs Blue)

16: On The Move

16: On The Move

Present Day: Abandoned Fueling Station (En route to Crash Site Alpha; the planet Chorus)

Once Washington had gotten the Feds and Rebels to get in any vehicle they could find to get moving, things went fairly smoothly. Of course the Feds still didn't want to listen to Kimball, and they didn't particularly want to work with the New Republic's soldiers, but they would at least listen to Wash and the Reds. Wash had to make sure he told the Reds what to tell the other soldiers; if he left it up to Sarge's own judgment, everything would've turned into a train wreck. Getting Kimball to listen to certain strategies had been a bit difficult as well. He knew she had her own plans for how to attack Crash Site Alpha, but now wasn't the time to be divided.

The convoy had been driving for hours when they finally decided to stop and take a break. There was still a considerable distance left to travel, and the vehicles needed to be refueled. Not to mention everyone needed to get out and stretch. When Wash got out of the jeep he was in, he actually stumbled a bit. The muscles in his legs had fallen asleep at least an hour before they'd decided to stop. It felt good to be up and moving around.

The Reds — who'd been in the vehicle ahead of him — seemed to be arguing about what terrible superpowers were better. From the way it sounded, Simmons and Grif had had the conversation before. Wash listened in for a little bit, just out of curiosity. The trio were just finishing their discussion about the superpower of only being able to fly a certain direction.

"Now men, the simple fact of the matter is that the ability to fly strictly north would create way more problems than it'd solve," Sarge was saying.

"See? Thank you!" Simmons exclaimed triumphantly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. This road trip fucking sucks," Grif complained.

"That's nonsense!" Sarge countered. "Road trips have always been an inherent part of the Red Team experience. We get to enjoy the exotic sights and sounds of this absolutely beautiful — albeit wartorn — amazing land."

"But we're at a gas station. And it's one we've been to before!" Grif pointed out in annoyance. "Seriously, it seems like there's only three places to go on this entire fucking planet!"

Wash just shook his head as the three of them continued arguing. He walked away, heading back over to the jeep he'd been in. Taking his helmet off, he grabbed the canteen of water he had and took a drink. Being in the middle of the desert in full armor wasn't exactly the best thing in the world. Granted his suit had a cooling system built in, but even that didn't fully help. It didn't stop one from feeling dehydrated after a couple hours.

"Agent Washington," Kimball said, appearing next to him. "The away team's trying to contact us. I think you need to be in on the call."

"All right," he said. After taking one last drink, Wash put his helmet back on and looked at the general. "Let's find out what's going on."

The two of them walked away from the group to try and get a little more privacy for the call. All of the soldiers were still fueling up the vehicles and taking the opportunity to walk around and move anyway. And with having to take the call from the away team, it would give them all more time to stretch and have a breather before they continued.

Once they were alone, Wash and Kimball both accepted the call that was coming in from the others. When the audio cut in, Wash could hear Carolina, York, and Tex; though all the others could be heard in the background. It sounded like something major was going on, but he couldn't tell exactly what. The others' voices were unintelligable with being so far away.