Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L

Recovery One (3)

Washington was standing over North and South.

Washington: You're dead now. Remember that.

South: (getting up) I don't understand any of this. And my ears are still ringing from that shot you fired.

Washington: It had to sound good for the radio. One second, I need to talk to somebody.

Delta: Hello, how may I be of assistance?

South: What, is that your A.I.? I thought it killed a-

Washington: Pipe down. We don't have time for explanations. Delta, have you been monitoring the situation?

Delta: I have.

Washington: Are we set here? Is she clean?

Delta: Can I interpret that to mean "is South now off of Command's active register?"

Washington: Yes.

Delta: Affirmative.

South: W-wh- What register?

Washington: Instruction: give me thirty on North's clock. Hold on the log.

Delta: Complying. Completed.

Washington: Now, log to Command and include a similar description of South's termination.

Delta: That would be dishonest.

Washington: Yes. It would.

Delta: Executing. Completed.

South: Wait a minute, w- how did you get him to lie?

Washington: There's a lot you don't know. We're moving. Delta, storage.

Delta: Complying...

Delta then disappears.

Washington: Go.

South: No.

Washington: Excuse me?

South: I am not moving an inch until you tell me what the hell is going on.

Washington: Fine. Stay here with your brother then. Everyone thinks you're dead anyway. And in fifteen seconds, that will be true.

Delta: Ten seconds.

Washington: No sweat off my back, just one less lie for me to live.

South: Hh, well... shit.

North's body then detonates. As Wash and South leave, two figures decloak and watch them go.

Kan: <I am sorry for your loss, Leader. He must've been a good friend.>

Slade wipes his eyes.

Slade: That he was, mate. That he was.

A small magenta and pink hologram appears next to Slade, crying.