Fade in to Wash and the Meta in the desert, getting ready.
Washington: Alright Meta, get ready. Fire!!
Wash tosses a grenade, and the Meta fires his brute shot.
Washington: Huh, well that actually seemed to work.
Cut to Doc, who has been freed from the cement slab with pieces of debris around him.
Doc: ...Ow!
Washington: (walking up to Doc with the Meta behind him) Doc, how do you feel?
Doc: Uh okay I guess, all things considered- hey does anybody know where we can find a good medic?
Washington: I don't get paid enough for this.
Washington walks off as the Meta watches. The Meta takes a glance at Doc before also walking away with a growl.
Doc: Geeze, tough room.
Cut to the Reds just inside the facility.
"You know, I'm surprised that plan worked." Grif says.
"That's because you didn't believe that Ash was actually a Freelancer."
"I still don't think it was necessary to shoot the computer, Sarge." Ash says.
"The computer was getting too nosy, and we are on a time limit." Sarge says.
Cut to FILSS' damaged monitor outside the base on the tree
FILSS: *Malfunctioning.* Hhhhhhllo, this is a private facility. Hello, this is a private facility.
Cut back to the Reds
"On, no!" Caboose yells from somewhere then a loud crash is heard.
"What was that?" Simmons asks.
"It came from down here!" Sarge says. "C'mon."
Sarge eagerly heads down the hall with Grif, Ash, and Simmons behind him. Cut to one of the aliens drawing something in the sand. Washington, Doc, and Meta walk up behind them to observe.
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The Weapons Guy
FanfictionFollow Ash and his explosive experiments as he goes through adventures with his friends on Red Team and those Dirty Blues. Season 1-10 (I don't own anything other than Ash.)