SDGL and CLMA: Why They're Here

Bondings

Church stood on top of his base, thinking as he looked out at the direction of the enemies' one. It was day three of his new placement and he still was not used to the change. It was all so sudden. To him, it was only a few days ago where he was arguing with Jimmy about tatoos on an iceberg where the clouds covered the sky. Now, he was in a box canyon in the middle of nowhere where the scorching sun shone down on him, for 24/7 which now he thinks about it, dosen't quite make sense. He sighes in thought, wondering how the hell did he get here.

"Hey, light blue guy!" Church didn't look as Tucker beside him walked up next to him. "What'cha doin'?"

"I'm just standing here, doing nothing."

"Wow, that sounds boring!" Tucker continued to stand next to him in silence as looked into the distance. They both awkwardly stayed in silence for a few moments before Church, a bit ticked off, broke the silence.

"Okay, man, what the hell are you standing here for?"

"I'm gonna be honest, Flowers found and interrupted me, err, reading a magazine behind the base and told me to stand here with you, probably trying to get us to know each other better," Tucker answered.

"So he wants us to stand here, talk, and do nothing?"

"Yep."

"Are you bothered to try?"

"Not at all, I just wanna go back and read my magazines."

"Then do that."

"I would but Flowers sounded stern about it, making it sound like an important order. Plus he told me he'd buy me any movie I'd want."

"So get your magazines then come back here."

"Yeah, about that..." Tucker wasn't comfortable with reading his "explicit" content in front of someone he just met. "That's not gonna happen."

Church sighed. "... God dammit."

"Good morning, men!" Flowers walked up the platform behind them, chipper before standing. "I see you two are bonding now."

"Yeah, because you forced him to be up here," said Church, turning with Tucker.

"And it's slowly working!" their leader added. "A team should work like clockwork, gears working together beautifully! If something goes wrong with a gear, the whole thing would fall apart and its goal would not be achieved... And we wouldn't want something like that to happen, do we...?" At the last part, Flowers chipperness slowly turned monotuned and cold as his voice trailed, making his men uncomfortable.

"Ah! But what am I saying?! I got a good team right here!" Flowers walked forwards and patted their shoulders before pulling back. "Now for today, I'm going for a scouting trip alone, so I want you two to take care of the base while I'm gone."

"Alone?" asked Church. "Sir, are you sure you wanna spy on the Reds alone?"

"Don't worry, Church! The Reds should be ignorent of me spying. I'll be fine." Flowers walks down the platform before stopping. "Oh, Tucker, Church, if you remember anything else about the incident, please do tell me about it, okay?"

Flowers then walked away from Tucker and Church, leaving them alone with each other. "So what do you wanna do?"

"I don't fucking know!"

Simmons stood on top of Red base, watching the rest of the canyon as he regreted recent decisions when Grif approached him from behind.

"Hey, Mr Presley!" greeted Grif.

"Urrrgh, let it go!" said Simmons.

"Come on! You were great! You were having fun at Vegas!"

"My head hurts..."

"Come on, Simmons. You were fun, especially when you got onto the table singing."

"Yeah, and then falling over onto a piller and getting a BLACK EYE!" shouted Simmons, bitter. He lifted his helmet a bit to slide his hand under it and touched his black eye.

"Okay, yeah, there were a few kinks but overall, we had fun, you gotta admit that!"

Simmons grinded his teeth before admitting it. "Yeah... It was fun."

"What was fun?!" The duo nearly jumped out of their skins and turned to see Sarge. "And where the hell were the both of you last night?! The base was left undefended till I woke up. You're lucky that no dirty blue had attacked while you two were gone."

"Wait, it was night?" asked Grif. "I thought the sun never sets here."

"Don't change the subject, Private! Now, where were you last night?!" demanded Sarge.

"Well, what had happened

"Grif made me go to Vegas, sir!"

"What?!"

"DUDE!"

"Down on the ground and give me a hundred!"

"Uhh, what? Dollars?"

"A hundred pushups!"

"WHAT!"

"Right now!" Grif let out a wail which echoed throughout the walls of the canyon.

"That was a weird bird," said Tucker.

"Oh really?," said Church

Flowers looked down at from his scope. He couldn't help but smile at the teams bonding, walking backwards before entering a cave system. Withen was mutilple tunnels which he quickly chose one without hesitation as he already memorised the path he was supposed to take.

He exited out and ended up in an open, dark, and dusty cavern. He walked around and saw a glow of green light in the distance. He walked towards it and saw a huge advanced computer of some kind, wires and cables were protruding from it as glown. Flowers then stood in front of the computer as it turned on, revealing a man in an operator uniform.

"Greetings, Agent Florida! And welcome back!" greeted the A.I in the computer, serious and straightforward. "Do you have anything to report?"

"Only that things are better than a cool glass of lemonade on a hot July afternoon, Vic," began Florida. "This quote unquote, "War" will be a stalemate for quite some time! Maybe up to at least 5, 10, 13 or 19 seasons, if we're lucky."

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Oh... Uh... I... I prefer to think the passage of time in terms of the four seasons. As appose to the standard Gregorian calender."

"Ah, very good sir. Would you like me to go over the fail safe protocol that we have established?" asked Vic.

"Show me the list, please." The A.I on screen dissappeared and revealed a list of names from one to five, each named after a state of the country.

"Here is the prioritised list of Freelancer personal to be sent to Blood Gulch in the event of your and or death," explained Vic.

"Excellent work, Vic! Each of these soldiers are more than capable." Satisfied, Florida then started to walk away. "Well, I suppose there's nothing to do now except to get back to- Ah fiddlesticks!" Flowers tripped over a stray wire connected to the computer, pulling it out. He groaned as the wire and plug started to spark.

"Agent Florid-d-d-d..." Vic began to glitch, repeating syllable over and over again, before stabilising into its "stable" self. "D-d-d-Duuuude, WOAH! You alright down there? Looks like you took a bit of a tumble my te-teal compadre."

"Gosh... Must have slipped on a wet spot on the floor,"said Flowers, standing up as he paid no attention to Vic's sudden speech change and glitchs. "Vic, could you do me a favour and put in a request to command for some wet floor signs? You can never be to careful."

"You got it, diddly dude. Remember, you need anything, just give your boy Vic a call at ~555, V I C K~" sung out Vic, happily.

"I'll be sure to do just that. Farewell, Vic," said Flowers as he ran back to his post.

"This is gonna run smoother than a baby's bottom, Cappy!" called out Vic. "Not I would know. Can't have kids since the vasectomy/ the fact that I'm ~secretly a computer~ But that's a story for another tittlety t-time. Point I'm trying to make dude, that reaaally good feeling about this Blood Gulch thing," he finished, neither him or Flowers, realising that the entire list had changed to three specific individuals.