Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L

Chapter 5

Chairman: Dear Director. We can all understand that the shift from autonomy to oversight can be a difficult adjustment for anyone, but especially someone of your standing. In that spirit, we have attempted to accommodate your brief explanations to our serious inquiries. Nonetheless, I feel compelled to inform you, that even our trust has its limits.

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At a base in grassy canyon, Washington is talking to a soldier with the rest of the group a few yards away.

Private: Sorry Sir, those are my orders. No-one can approach the crash site. You can't come in. Sorry.

Washington: I need to see that ship. Check my clearance if you need to.

Private: I know sir, but, it won't matter. They said I can't let anybody in. Anybody.

Washington: I have orders from Command, Private.

Private: So do I. These came from the Director himself. ...Look sir, I'd- I'd like to help you, I really would, but this investigation thing... apparently they've started talking to people within the Recovery force. Now everything's getting locked down. You get Command to call me and tell me different, I can let you in. Until then, there's nothing I can do. You can use Red Base if you wanna make some calls. That facility's already been swept.

Washington: Fine, I understand.

Washington walks back to the Blues, Slade, and Kan.

Washington: (sighs) We have a problem.

Caboose: I hope it isn't a math problem.

Washington: They've got the crash site locked down.

Church: Oh great. We couldn't have found that out on the radio? We had to walk here?

Slade: Do you ever stop bitching?

Church: You ever stop being a jackass?

Washington: They said we could use this base if we want.

Church: Wow, the empty concrete base? Is it our birthday?

Caboose: I want cake.

Kan: (puts his hand on Caboose's shoulder) Later, friend.

Church: Can't we find somewhere nicer to hang out? Hey maybe there's like a, cool nightclub nearby that you can't get us in to either. That would be awesome.

Slade backhands Church to the ground.

Church: OW!

Washington: You three just, stay here. Cal and I will go draw off the guards. When we give you the signal, use that grav-lift.

Church: The what? How do we use it?

Slade: Just step into it. It'll do the rest. Meet us at the ship.

Church: Okay, what's the signal?

Church turns around, and Washington and Slade already gone.

Church: God dammit, I hate when they do that.

Caboose: When they do wha- hey! Where's Agent Washington and Slade?

Later, Church, Caboose, and Kan are standing on top of the base.

Kan: I don't suppose either of you have a clue what they'll do a distraction?