Red Vs. Blue: FF

Arc One

"Do you ever wonder why we're here?" asked Simmons as he looked out over the cliff, barren desert stretching for miles below.

"I think I can see my house from here," Caboose replied.

"Why am I even asking you??" Simmons exclaimed as he walked away, shaking his head. Heading back to the tents, he sighed heavily, "Sarge, why do we have to be right here?"

Poking his head out of the farthest tent, Sarge replied, "It has the most tactical position." Simmons gestured towards the cliff.

"Tactical position? We are on the very edge of a crumbling cliff! Each day more of the cliff falls away," Simmons questioned.

"Exactly! When the enemy tries to flank us, they'll be crushed alive," Sarge exclaimed.

"First, who's going to traverse that giant desert just to try and climb a deadly cliff when they could just walk from any of the other three directions with no barriers? Second, what enemies?? Church made sure that we wouldn't have to deal with Control ever again. That cliff used to be twice as far away last week, what will we do when it gets to the tents," Simmons asked further.

"Well, obviously, we move. Once a certain orange soldier and his tent are consumed by the crumbling cliffs, we'll know it's time to change locations, hehe," Sarge explained. Simmons just sighed and walked away, knowing it was useless to argue with Sarge.

Overhearing the conversation on his way to check on Caboose, Washington slipped over to the tent closest to the cliff.

"Psst! Grif! You know, you can come camp over by us if you want," Washington said quietly.

"I already tried. Sarge just wound up dragging me back over here," Grif responded, looking at his rations hungrily. Washington pointed at Grif and exclaimed, "Wait, that was you? I thought Caboose had gotten lost on his way to the toilet again and Tucker was helping him."

"Uh, are shotgun blasts a normal thing when that happens," Grif questioned.

"I did think that was odd, even for Caboose," Washington thought aloud. Turning around, he left Grif to his food in favor of finding Caboose.

Spotting him over by the cliff, Washington picked up his shoulders as he walked, "Hey Caboose!" Caboose turned around, a little confused.

"Oh! Hi Agent Washington!"

"What're you up to," Washington asked.

"Oh, you know. Just walking Freckles. He likes to think over here sometimes," Caboose explained. Having been nervous of Caboose's proximity to the cliff, Washington let out a small breath. Lately, Carolina had been in a very bad mood. She was snapping at everyone, and poor Caboose was taking the brunt of it. Of course, Tucker wasn't helping. His temper was running thin as well, and whenever Carolina went off on him, he'd throw it right back. To be completely honest, Washington was getting sick and tired of it all. Washington stared out over the dunes. The waves of sand were somewhat relaxing.

"Hey, Caboose," Washington asked.

"Yes," Caboose responded.

"I can see why Freckles likes this spot," Washington stated. Before Caboose could respond, a voice from behind them asked, "What're you guys talking about?" Turning around, Washington and Caboose watched Donut approach them.

"Ah, Donut! Caboose and I were just--," Washington began to say.

CRACK!

Washington started looking around, worried, "What was that?" Suddenly, the cliff collapsed beneath their feet.