Red vs Blue : Mirage

You're the Bomb, Yo

Ticking in the background as it fades in on Grif and Church.

Grif: Guys I'm a red too, I'm a red! I don't even know this guy! Come on, let me out.

Church: Thanks for the support, Grif. Way to be a team player.

Grif: Hey, I gotta think about myself here.

Church: There's no "I" in team, Grif.

Grif: Yeah, there's no "U" either. So I guess if I'm not on the team, and you're not on the team, nobody's on the God damn team. The team sucks!

Church: What I can't figure out is why the reds are still here. Tex already wiped out all the blues. Why wouldn't they just pull out?

Grif: As someone who's taken orders from Red Command for the last three years, trust me, it's not that surprising.

Cut to Sarge, Caboose and Simmons in the janitor closet.

Simmons: Okay, we traced the bomb activation signal to Sidewinder. How much time do we have left Sarge?

Rayner: (through staticky radio) Alright. The teleporter's ready.

Donut: (through staticky radio) Everyone here is set to transport.

Tucker: (through staticky radio) I'm not going through that thing. I'm serious.

Sarge: We need to get there as soon as possible. Did you set their teleporter to take them straight to Sidewinder?

Simmons: I told that blue guy, Rayner, the coordinates. He says he did everything right, but also said there's a fifty/fifty chance they end up in Sidewinder, or in the middle of deep space.

Sarge: What about us?

Simmons: I programmed ours myself. We're fine.

Sarge: I find the risks acceptable.

Rayner: Eh, it's been awhile seen I've tampered with the teleporter. I'm a little rusty.

Tucker: Yeah. Screw this, I'm walking.

Sarge: Alright, then saddle up! Don't worry Grif and Church, here comes the cavalry! Hyaaaaa!

Sarge runs through a teleporter, and emerges from another behind Caboose.

Sarge: Hyaaaaa- oh!

Simmons: Uh sir? The teleporter I reprogrammed is over there.

Sarge: Oh well, heads up evil-doers; here we come to save the diya-ah forget it, let's just go.

Cut to Grif & Church

Grif: (singing poorly and totally out of tune) Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows but Jesus.

Church: Will you shut up?

Grif: You just can't face the fact that I've adjusted to life on the inside! I'm hard now!

Church: Please, give me a break.

Grif: As the prison bitch, I would not expect you to understand.

Cut to a firefight down a hall somewhere.

Church: What's going on out there?

Grif: Oh man, maybe our crew's come to bust us out of the joint. I don't know if I can live on the outside though any more Church. I'm all institutionalized and shit.