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F.I.L.S.S: (voice over) Alarm, security breach, level Alpha. All personnel report for duty. This is not a drill.
Fade in to the Reds in fear running from Tex, and Caboose in a control room overlooking it
Simmons: Run!
Grif: Oh, crap! Where is she?
Simmons: I don't wanna die!
"This is kinda fun!" Ash yells.
Caboose: (frightened) Sheila, we have to help them!
F.I.L.S.S: Help who?
Caboose: The Reds! Tex is attacking them, we have to stop her!
F.I.L.S.S: Stop Agent Texas? Oh no, absolutely not. We should never interfere with an ongoing battlefield simulation test. Our job is to observe and document. It also has been a while since Agent Texas and Agent Minnesota have had a battle.
Caboose: (desperately) But she'll kill them!
F.I.L.S.S: (cheerfully) Oh, that would be wonderful! What a successful test!
Cut to the Reds, who are panting. Ash's who is not exhausted, is looking around.
"We need to keep moving men!" Sarge orders. "Come on! Double time! Hell, I'd settle for single time."
"Maybe we should just fight." Simmons suggest. "I'm afraid she's gonna start picking us off one by...
Suddenly Tex punches right through the wall and grabs him by his throat.
Simmons: -one!
Quickly, Sarge raises his shotgun and points it at Tex, but she darts forward, lifts the gun up just before he fires, then punches him in the stomach and flings him towards Grif. Sarge stumbles forward as he is thrown and his helmet rams right into Grif's crotch, causing him to scream in pain. Suddenly, Tex barrels straight into them, crashing through a crate before flinging them into a pile of barrels, sending them scattering across the floor.
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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.)