Chapter 11

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Chairman: Dear Director. Do your "creative solutions" include the circumvention of the safety protocols that every member of the Military must follow? If they do not, then I fail to see how an enemy has managed to secure not one, but several of your experimental A.I.s. The protocol is not a guideline, dear Director, it is doctrine. And no one is above its rule.

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The Warthog that the Meta had previously thrown at Grif halts as it gets stuck between two palm trees.

Church: Oh my God, that guy got fucked up!

Grif: What the hell was that?!

Church: Aw, he lived? That's bullshit.

Church returns to his hiding place.

Sarge: Grif, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, you gotta pay attention in battle! You can't let yourself get distracted by- oh crap, flying jeep.

A flying Warthog, thrown by the Meta, nearly hits Sarge.

Simmons: Run!

Simmons and Sarge retreat, chased by several falling objects.

Church: Well. Guess they're definitely not workin' together.

Washington: Now that he's powered up, he's just killing everything. We're next.

Sarge: Move it or lose it.

Simmons: Yeah come on, scootch, scootch.

Church: Hey. Get out of here, Reds. This is our cover.

Simmons: What is that thing?

Church: You guys remember Tex?

Simmons: Yeheah, the girl who kicked our asses all the time?

Church: Yeah, well, this thing's like, eight of her.

Washington: It must be at full power now. Church, you and the Reds keep it busy. I'm going to help Caboose.

Washington runs off.

Simmons: Did he say keep it busy?

Church: Yeah...

Simmons: How the hell do we do that?

Sarge: Looks like Grif is doing a pretty good job already.

A pile of objects of considerable size and mass, with more arriving regularly, pile on with Grif behind it all.

Grif: Okay I get it! Stop throwing things at me, you fucking jackass!

Sarge: Keep up the good work, Grif!

Grif: Ow! Okay, that could have taken out an eye!

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Wash runs up to Cal who had his head being supported by South as Caboose and Kan stood over them.

Washington: Cal. Is he okay?

South: Does he look okay? He got punched across a rooftop.

Caboose: Was it a sunroof?

South: Shut. Up.

Wash places a healing unit next to Cal in order to revive him.

Washington: Church, I'm here with the others. I'm going to keep Cal alive with a healing unit. How are you doing with the Meta?

Church: (over radio) Eheee! We're dying!

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