EXT. RED BASE - DAY
SIMMONS and GRIF run up the ramp into the red base, panting heavily. DONUT and GHOST are waiting for them, the blue flag still clutched by Donut.
GHOST: (Voice flat, surveying their disheveled state) What happened? You look like you wrestled a warthog... and lost.
GRIF: (Gasping for air, leaning against the base wall) Big... Tank... Shooting... Whooooh! I thought.... I was... going.... to die! My.... entire... life... flashed before.... my eyes, and... it was... mostly naps!
SIMMONS: (Doubled over, hands on his knees, gasping) Damn, man, we only ran like three hundred feet. You are really out of shape. You're gonna get us all killed.
GRIF: (Still panting, but manages to flip Simmons off) Fuck... You...
GHOST: (A slight tilt of his helmet, a dry, amused tone) I always knew you were gay, Grif. Running away from a fight, then complaining about your cardio. Very telling.
GRIF: (Stares at Ghost, then Simmons, utterly offended) Fuck... You... Bitch... I am not gay! And I was running from a tank!
GHOST: (Shrugs) Sorry. I don't swing that way. Besides, you're not my type. Too much whining.
DONUT: (Oblivious, holding up the flag) Anyways... Where's your car? I thought you were bringing it back. Lopez is going to need it for his... experiments.
SIMMONS: (Straightening up, glaring at Grif) General Patton here had a great strategy to leave it behind. A tactical retreat, he called it. I call it cowardice.
GRIF: (Defensive) Hey, it would have worked if that tank hadn't shown up out of nowhere! It was a surprise attack! A rogue element!
DONUT: (Frowning) You lost the jeep? Oh man, Lopez is gonna be pissed. He spends hours polishing that thing. Where is it? We need it for the Elbow Grease and Headlight Fluid!
GHOST: (A dangerous glint in his visor) I'm gonna go tell him that you two fuck sticks destroyed the jeep. He's going to be very disappointed. And I'm going to watch.
Before Ghost can take a step, a massive EXPLOSION rocks the canyon. The Warthog, or what's left of it, flies up onto the base from below, landing with a deafening CRASH between Donut and the other two. It's a mangled, smoking wreck.
GRIF: (Jumps back, screaming) What the hell?! It followed us!
GHOST: (Eyes wide, a rare moment of genuine shock) Jesus Christ! That thing has homing capabilities?!
Another EXPLOSION rocks the ground, closer this time.
GRIF: (Panicked) Son of a bitch! It's still firing!
DONUT: (Clutching the flag, wide-eyed) Holy crap! What the hell is that thing?! Is it alive?!
GRIF: (Scrambling for cover) That's the tank! The one that blew up our Warthog! It's coming for us!
The sound of the tank's main cannon firing again echoes through the canyon, progressively closer.
DONUT: (Shoving the flag at Grif) Hey uh, Grif, uh, you wanna hold the flag for a little bit? I think it's weighing me down!
GRIF: (Recoiling in horror) No! Keep that away from me! It's probably cursed!
GHOST: (Voice sharp, cutting through the panic) FIND COVER!! NOW!
INT. BLUE BASE - TANK - DAY
Cut to TUCKER and the ROOKIE in the tank. Tucker is frantically trying to figure out the controls.
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Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert)
FanfictionYou were one of the first freelancers and one of the best you could never fill a mission no matter what happens you always succeed no matter who you fight you always come out on top. You've lost a lot of people you care about in your life along with...
