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Ch 15- Hostage

Blue team was quite surprised by the pink spy on their base, however it wasn't. Considering how they now had leverage against the Red team. So they held the pink clad-

"It's light-ish Red!" The Light-ish Red soldier screams.

"Who are you yelling yet?" Caboose asked as Tucker questions their hostage sanity.

"I don't know. I just know someone was mistaking my armor color." The soldier replied.

"Ooooook, Hey Tucker, can I talk with you real quick." Caboose asked Tucker.

"Hey man, What's up?"

"How should we go about this? I mean, should we start the interrogation now, or do we wait for Church?" Caboose whisper to Tucker.

"Look, He and Freckles are currently dealing with Samus after the bots left to plan their revolution. So it's just us for now. Just let me handle the interrogation ok?"

"Ok."

They turn back towards their hostage, as Tucker clears his throat.

"So," Tucker began, "they send a female assassin to try and kill us. Clever, but it won't work. We're immune to your feminine wiles. ...Unless you wanna date one of us."

There were only to women in the canyon. One was a bounty hunter practically waiting to kill Tucker for his constant flirtatiousness. The other was a ghost who he was confident that was half shark.

"Female?! I'm not a girl." The man in lighter red armor said.

Tucker quickly added, "Tease."

"I just have light red armor." Pink guy continues.

"How is that pink armor anyway? Looks comfortable." Caboose then asks. His own armor often chafed him until he altered it to suit his needs better.

"At first, I really hated it. But it's kinda grown on me. My old armor used to chafe my thighs somethin' awful, but the crotch in this pink one is surprisingly roomy!" Donut informed.

"Silence, woman!" Tucker interrupted.

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"Good Buddha's noodle, how could this have happened?" Sarge asked. Grif has just come back and delivered the news of Donut's capture. He knew Donut would eventually get captured, but he thought it would be at least another week or two. Now he lost his bet with Vic from Red command.

"It's okay sir. It was a strong plan. Grif's just a dumbass." Simmons kis- I mean comforted.

Yeah.

"Hey, I'm using your cerebral cortex." Grin countered. Little did Grif know, only 1/8th of him was from Simmons. The rest was actually meat they had in the fridge that was about to go bad. Still worked though.

"Settle down, ladies." Sarge said, stopping an incoming argument. "We need a new strategem, and we need it fast!"

"Donut's sure to crack under the pressure and reveal everything." Simmons agreed.

"Everything like what? Where we keep his tampons?" Grin asked with an eye roll.

Sarge decided to ignore Grif. "You're right about that, Simmons. The boy doesn't even see the entertainment value in being tortured! Oh these kids today!"

"Hey Fritz! You got any plans?" Grif shouted to the only robot on their team. He had kinda become friends with the bot after the bot did constant check ups so he can live an unhealthy lifestyle while still remaining as thin as when he got out of surgery. He did lose a whole ten pounds after all.

"Negative. I am still working on the Jeep as ordered." Fritz replied.

"Good!" Sarge shouted. "I want all the bells and whistles. Maybe even through in a flute or two for good measure."

"Roger Roger."

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Church was currently standing outside of Blue base. He lose track of where the bots went. That includes Freckles. So he convinced Samus to help out because she had to wait for her ship engines to cool down before she could start repairing them.

"How's it goin', Tucker? Did we get any useful information outta the prisoner yet?" Church asked as Tucker approached.

"Did you really need to send Samus in? She is literally waiting for the chance to kill me."

"Sorry man, but I don't want Caboose to know that I lost track of his pet. You know, considering how he got possessed by an evil AI."

"Fair enough I guess." Tucker grumbled.

"Anyways, to your question. I figured he was here to steal back Lopez, but he won't give us anything. Except a list of crock pot recipes. Would that be useful?" Tucker asked.

"Do we have a crock pot?" Church retorted.

"No, Caboose made a trade with that annoying guy from Blue Command. He swapped it for a mystery box." Tucker answered.

"Huh." Church said to himself before asking, "What was in the mystery box?"

"A hundred and forty jars of mayonnaise." Tucker replied.

Church stared at him for a moment, before saying, "Well that's a good trade."

"Yeah it doubles as a great sunscreen."

"How did you-" Church then stopped himself. "never mind. Listen, I think I came up with a plan for how we can use Lopez and our new prisoner to get an upper hand on the Reds."

"..."

"..."

Church sighs, "The plan does not involve mayonnaise.

"Dammit, I knew there would be a catch." Tucker complains.

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Back with Caboose and Samus, the interrogation continues. Samus was planning on just beating him up. She really didn't want to come up with something cruel, so a beat down seemed appropriate. However Caboose said he could handle it and get the info in 7-10 minutes. However they've only been playing truth or dare..

"That was fun. Okay, okay, your turn. Truth or dare." Caboose asked.

"Hmm, truth!" The pink man replied.

Caboose then asks, "Okay. Tell me all of the Red secret plans!"

"Aw, you tricked me! You blue guys are so smart." The man draped in pink said. Samus had to admit she was impressed. She really

"Okay, now listen closely. Our biggest secret is- Adgibagajabagagagagagagagagagaa!" Donut was beginning to explain until his body was forcibly token over by Chruch.

"Caboose! It's me, Church. I possessed this guy so we can- woo, hey. This pink armor's kinda comfortable. Roomy. What were you two guys talkin' about?" Church suddenly asks.

"Oh... Nothing." Caboose said as he looked the other way.

'Well, guess there goes that plan.' Samus thought to herself.

"You wanna braid each other's hair?" Church asked.

Samus then proceeded to facepalm.

A/N forgot to add in a line cause it was late, I was low on time and about to fall asleep.