Agent Arizona: Season 15

Desolation

Wash falls to the ground as blood pours out of his neck. 

"Wash!" Tucker cries. 

"No!" Carolina yells. 

"Cover me!" Sarge orders. 

Caboose runs up beside Sarge. "Quick, Caboose, with me." Sarge takes out a Grunt as he and Caboose run up the stairs. The Grunts on the platform turn to the, 

"Remember us, you maggots?!" Sarge growls angrily. 

"It's the Beast! After seven years of exile, the destroyer has now returned! The prophecy is now complete! The end is-" 

Caboose cuts the Zealot off by whacking him. 

"You! Hurt! My! Friend!" Caboose shouts as punches Grunt after Grunt. 

"It's over, we have lost! Aaaahhh!" The Grunts then run away. 

Everyone walks over to Wash's body.

"This...isn't good." Dylan says. 

"Do something! Someone!" Tucker begs. 

Locus then decloaks and activates his radio. "Aranasia! Come! Quickly!" 

Locus's ship then enters the hangar bay. 

"Help me get him on the ship. Now!" 

"Where are you taking him?" Tucker asks. 

"The nearest hospital. He needs immediate care." Locus explains. 

"Well, I'm coming too." 

"No room." 

"Scw that!" 

Locus gets nose to nose with Tucker. "The enemy has a head start. If you plan on stopping them, your men are going to need you. Now help me get him on the ship!" 

After helping Wash into the ship, Arasania leaves the hangar. The Reds and Blues watches its departure worried for their steel and yellow friend. 

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The Reds and Blues are all standing around at the Blues and Reds gulch looking down in sadness. 

Tucker shakes his head. "I hate myself! Screw all of this!" 

Dylan is on top of Red Base, talking to Dr. Johanson. A scientist whom she knew whenever she needed to make sense of technical stuff. 

"This is amazing, Dylan! Unbelievable." Johanson says awestruck. 

"Why? How? What's it do?" Dylan asks. 

"This, device, is incredible! No one in the lab has seen anything like it. Where'd you find those plans and pictures?" 

"That's not important! What matters is what it does." 

"What it does? What do you mean?" Johanson questions. 

"You're the physicist, tell me it's function, doctor!" Dylan snaps. 

"It's a joke machine, a prank! Who put you up to this? Those clowns at Stockholm?" 

"It's not a practical joke, it's a weapon!" 

Johanson scoffs. "Listen, Dylan. This thing is no weapon. It's nonsense. The sheer sophistication of the nonsense is unfathomable. It would take the worst minds of this generation decades to come up with something this stupid." 

"So, you're saying, "it doesn't work"?" Dylan inquires. 

"You sound concerned. So, I'll walk you through. Overall, it appears to be a self-powered tunneling device." Johanson states.