Red vs Blue with a new character joining in the mix.
Agent New Mexico lost all his memories during his time in Project Freelancer, he found his way to Blood Gulch. After being assigned to Blue team, he now has to deal with all the madness and chaos...
The Warthog has Sarge pinned and is slowly firing closer and closer to his head. Doc is still impotently sitting in the driver's seat.
Simmons: Okay, we gotta do something here guys.
Donut: You're right. I got dibs on Sarge's armor.
Cut to Blue Base with Tucker kneeling in front of Church. The beeping is still heard.
Tucker: Okay, Church, you ready? I'm gonna yank the wire.
Cut to the Warthog and Sarge.
Sarge: Grif, if you see Lopez, tell him I forgive him. Tell him.. he was like a son to me.
Grif: I thought Simmons was like a son to you?
Sarge: No offense, Simmons. Lopez and I just.. understood each other better.
Simmons: Understood? He refused to speak English! The only person who can even understand him is on the other team!
Grif: Yeah, and he ran away the first chance he got.
Simmons: And now he's trying to kill you with a remote control jeep.
Sarge: Ahhhh, what a little rascal.
Cut to the Blues.
Tucker: Alright, here goes nothin'. One... Two... Three! (pulls the wire, there's a small electrical sound, and the beeping stops)
Arroyo: Huh, I was expecting something more dramatic to happen.
Church: Oh god, yes! Finally! Some freakin' peace and quiet! I thought that was gonna drive me nuts! ...Hey. Why can't I move my legs?
Arroyo: Good enough I guess.
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Cut to the Warthog which stops firing.
Warthog:(emits its series of beeps, shutting down) Signal lost.
Grif: Wow, that was a close one. Are you okay, Sarge?
Sarge: Ah, horse puckey, I'm fine. Although I do have to admit, maybe a little bit disappointed.
Simmons: It's okay, sir. I know that you said a lot of things that you didn't mean. People say crazy stuff when they're faced with their own mortality.
Sarge: It's not that. I just felt like I could have taken him.
Grif: Taken who? The machine gun?
Sarge: Oh he was a worthy opponent to be sure, but right at the end there he was beginning to show signs of weakness. Cracks in the armor, if you will.
Grif: What? You can't fight a machine gun.
Donut: Yeah, Sarge. I know you're tough and all, but it is kinda hard to beat up hundreds of armor-piercing bullets using only your face.
