Assault (Red vs Blue)

32: The Fight For Armonia, Pt. 2

32: The Fight For Armonia, Pt. 2

Present Day: F.A.C. Armory/Garage (Downtown Armonia; the planet Chorus)

When South and the rest of the freelancers reached the armory, she was surprised to see the sim troopers holding their own. Charon's forces were closing in, but they hadn't made as much progress as she'd been expecting. The other shocking thing was that the Reds and Blues were actually working together; and they were working together well. There was minimal bickering going on, no one was running into each other — if they had fought like this during training, Kimball would have approved them for the rescue mission without hesitation. They wouldn't have had to go A.W.O.L. to try and rescue Washington and the others.

The Reds and Blues were so focused, in fact, that the sudden appearance of the freelancers took them by surprise. South could tell they were grateful, though none of them would ever admit it. However, she could tell by the way their whole attitudes shifted from panic to confident that they appreciated the assistance.

"Took you guys long enough! We called for backup ages ago!" Church yelled over the ringing sound of gunshots. "Where the hell were you?!"

"We were a little busy trying to evacuate the city!" South hollered back. "Now stop talking and keep shooting!"

The group kept firing, holding the line in front of the armory. Church, Caboose, Sarge, and Tucker were all on the frontlines; the others all had to be back by the Pelican. At least, that's where South was hoping they were. Especially Doyle — it was bad enough Tucker was risking himself by being in the middle of the firefight, Doyle didn't need to be in harm's way, too. Not that she thought the general would willingly put himself in the middle of an intense combat situation, but still. They couldn't afford to let anything happen to him.

"If anyone's planning on making it out of here, you guys better pick up the pace!" CT shouted as she ducked behind the wall to reload. "I think they're calling for backup!"

"Damn it!" Church spat as he attempted to shoot at three different soldiers. He only managed to hit one of them, and it was in the arm at that. "How did we manage to get ourselves trapped like this?"

"I wanna know how we're still trapped when we have almost an entire team of the most highly trained soldiers with us," Tucker commented sourly as he hid to reload his rifle. "Like, seriously, how the fuck did this happen?"

South growled under her breath. "In case you hadn't fucking noticed, we weren't here with you the whole time! We just got here! You should be happy we came to save your asses at all!"

Sarge interrupted the conversation before it could turn into a full-blown argument. "As much as I can honestly say I love shooting at fish in a barrel, I think we've just about overstayed our welcome. We gotta get to goin' if we plan on making it out alive."

"I'll check on the situation inside," Tucker said as he ducked down behind a barrier. "Yo, Simmons! What's the deal with Lopez being stuck in the engine? Were you able to get him out?"

"I just got the last piece of him out now. I literally had to take him apart and put him back together as I went," Simmons said over the comms.

"Thank god," Doc sighed with relief. His appearance made South jump a bit in surprise; she hadn't seen the medic outside initially. "Is he all right? Like, you put him back together properly, right?"

There was a choking sound from the other end of the comms before Grif said, "Oh, yeah. I think he's just fine. Ack! Would you fucking stop?!"

"Then it sounds like it's about time to vamanos. C'mon, men! Let's book it!" Sarge exclaimed as he retreated toward the garage entrance.

"But what about the freelancers?" Doc asked worriedly. "They need to be able to get out, too!"