Chapter 2 of the Red Vs Blue Blood Gulch story is here. I hope every one enjoys it and for the record, the other Red vs Blue story is on hold until further notice. The reason is that any changes that need to be done I can do it fast instead of rewriting the entire story from scratch. I hope everyone understand.
Chapter 2 is starting...here.
Lara stood in front of Sarge and asked.
Lara: What's going on Sarge? Is everything alright? Are we going to attack the Blues today?
Sarge shook his head.
Sarge: No Croft nothing like that, I'll tell you WHEN EVERYONE GET HERE!
Sagged yelled out as Simmons and Grif stood next to Lara.
Sarge: Why you can't you two can't be like Croft. Now I'm glad you ladies, no offense Croft, finally came here. This ain't no ice cream social.
Simmons: Ice cream social?
Lara, Simmons and Grif exchange looks.
Sarge: Stop the pillow talk, you two. Anyone want to guess why I gathered you here today?
Grif: Uh, is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?
Sarge: (Sarcastically) That's exactly it, Private. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float, and Simmons here IS IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI!
Grif: I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir.
Sarge: Goddamn it, Private! Shut your mouth or else I'll have Simmons slit your throat while you're asleep!
Simmons: Oh I'd do it, too.
Lara: Simmons you are such a kiss ass.
Grif: Yeah man. You really are. This is why no one likes you.
Sarge: I know you would, Simmons. Good man. (brief pause) Couple of things today, ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gulch Outpost Number One.
Grif: Crap. We're getting a rookie.
Lara: Hopefully it's a girl. I could use another female to talk to.
Sarge: That's right, dead man. Our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we received the first part of our shipment from Command.
Lara, Grif and Simmons exchanged another look while Sarge turn towards the hill.
Sarge: Lopez, bring up the vehicle.
A large, armor-plated, jeep-like vehicle comes over the rise with Lopez in the driver seat, who pulls up along side the Reds.
Simmons: Shotgun!
Grif: Shotgun! (realizes he is too late) Fuck.
Lara: Where am I going to sit then?
Her questions had gone unanswered.
Sarge: May I introduce our new, light reconnaissance vehicle.
Everyone began to take a closer look at the vehicle.
Sarge: It has four inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen, this is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the Warthog.
Simmons: Why Warthog, sir?
Simmons asked Sarge.
Sarge: Because M12 LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son.
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Red vs Blue: Blood Gulch Chronicals
Fanfic(Y/N) Church did not expect to place in a box canyon in the middle of no where. He didn't like that he was here, but he had to admit it was nice.
