Tucker comes out of the teleporter with black armor on. He shivers a bit because of the feeling. Church looks at him.
Church: Are you okay, Tucker?
Tucker: Yeah, I'm fine. (runs up to the top of a nearby hill) Come on, Sam!
Sam looks at the teleporter and sighs. She runs into the teleporter and exits it covered in black armor.
Church: You okay Sam?
Sam shivers and looks at her brother and Boyfriend. She gives them a thumbs up and walks to them. Tucker looks at the base at Caboose.
Tucker: Come on, Caboose!
Caboose looks at the teleporter nervously then looks back at them.
Caboose: (on top of the base) Does it hurt?!
Tucker: No, not at all!
Caboose looks at Sam who nods in agreement. He looks at the teleporter with a smile.
Caboose: Okay! Here I come!
He goes inside as Church and Sam looks at Tucker.
Church: Does it hurt for real?
Tucker: Ohh, yeah. Big time.
Sam: 'I feel bad for lying but I just thought it was cold.'
Tucker and Church look at her.
Tucker: You and your ridiculous pain tolerance.
Church, Sam and Tucker turn towards the teleporter.
Caboose: (emerging from the teleporter in black armor) Owwwchie. (turns to Tucker and Sam) You lied to me.
Cut to Sarge on top of Red Base looking towards the canyon.
Sarge: Ah, dammit. Lopez, c'mere. Do you see something out there?
Lopez looks through a sniper rifle, then turns to Sarge and lowers his head. Camera pans down to Grif and Simmons inside the base.
Simmons: There's no L in it, it's pronounced both.
Grif: That's what I'm saying. Bolth.
Simmons: Both.
Grif: You sound like such an ass the way you say it.
Sarge: Grif! Quit your yammering and get your keister up here. Need some help. Got more of them Special Ops fellas headed toward the base.
Grif: As in... more than one? Uh, maybe we should bolth go, sir.
Simmons: BOTH.
Grif looks at him disappointedly.
Grif: Seriously, man, like an ass.
Sarge: Well, well. Another brilliant idea from the think tank. Why don't you both come up? Leave the prisoner alone. We could just put her on the honor system - have her guard herself.
Grif looks at Simmons then back at Sarge.
Grif: Good point, sir.
Sarge: YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT IT IS! Now get your ass up here. We got just enough time for me to spraypaint the bull's-eye on your back... Ah, by bull's-eye I of course mean camouflage. Now move it, cupcake.
Grif: Yeah... (sighs) I'll be right up.
Cut to Church looking through a sniper rifle.
Church: Hey, Tucker. Come in, man. You there? This is Church. It's working. The orange one is coming out of the base. I repeat, the orange one is coming out of the base.
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Red vs blue Private Sam (on hold)
FanficBlood gulch chronicles plus a new member. I do not own red vs blue only Sam.