"Is it just me or does this jeep seem like really bad luck?" Grif asked Simmons in a low groan as the reds looked over their damaged warthog back at their base
"Yeah, you know, now that you mention it, it does seem like every time we get into the damned thing, it breaks or explodes or goes crazy and tries to kill one of us..." Simmons admitted as he rubbed the chin of his helmet.
"Maybe we should try exchanging it for a few motorcycles..." Donut (the pink one) suggested as Grif and Simmons looked to their pink companion "No wait! a big tank like the Blues have! That thing never seems to have any problems at all!"
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"All right, that's the deal, Mister Robot. You fix our tank. We'll let you go free." Church explained to Lopez as the ghost stood in front of a glitchy, busted up tank right behind blue base
"I thought the plan was to trick him into fixing the tank and then Church will take over his body again when he is done?" Caboose whispered to Tucker.
"Yeah, but you don't tell the person you're tricking what's going on, Caboose." Tucker replied back in a whisper as he turned the two of them away from Lopez so that he wouldn't hear
"So, if I'm the one being tricked, then you would not tell me what is really going on?" Caboose asked
"Why would we trick you?"
"Oh, I think you know..."
"...No I don't...god where's Morrow when you need a translator." Tucker muttered as he looked back into the base's back entrance.
Morrow in the meantime was in his room, wrapping a bandage around his shoulder as he stood there without his helmet on and his chest and upper body armor pieces removed, being launched into the dirt by a grenade wasn't exactly ideal, but it left a mark.
"Thank god the suit's shields cushioned most of the impact..." morrow muttered to himself as he slung the bandages across his torso and around his right shoulder "It's still going to be bruised to high hell..." he grunted trying to rub his shoulder "Of all the days to refuse help from that medic guy earlier..." he grumbled before reaching for his tank top shirt to put on much like the rest of his armor. Only to stop once he grabbed the shirt feeling a gust of wind and a small clicking sound come from the hallway, paranoid morrow looked out the door to his room
"Hello?...Church? Caboose?...Tucker?" He looked into the hallway only to find nothing but the quiet and the lights on the walls...assuming he was just hearing things he walked back into his room to finish patching himself up
Meanwhile back with Lopez and the Blues
(Where will I go? Even my friends have tried to kill me.)
"Okay, I'm gonna take that as a yes and let you get busy with tank fixing." Church replied as he left Lopez to fix the tank.
(I have no home)
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"Aw crap." Grif says aloud as he stood on top of the base with a sniper rifle in his hands as the rest of the red team were below looking over their damaged jeep "Hey, they got a guy fixing their tank." Grif reported below as he let down the sniper rifle.
"Impossible!" Sarge exclaimed "Our intelligence clearly states..."
"We have intelligence?" Donut interrupted
"that the only soldiers in this canyon with mechanical training are that dead freelancer and Lope-Oh wait a minute!"
"Sarge, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Simmons asked him "Lopez runs away, The jeep starts driving itself, and suddenly, there's a new guy on the Blue team?"
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R.V.B Olympus Squad {Blood Gulch Chronicles}
FanfictionWhen a transfer from a former military operation ends up in a boxed canyon in the middle of nowhere, it's assumed to be a vacation, but little does our hero know, he's about to get wrapped into something much bigger than him, as he tries to uncover...
