Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L

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Inside Blue Base, Caboose is talking to the Epsilon unit about all the things that happened in Blood Gulch.

Caboose: Then there was the time we got a tank. Of course no one knew how to drive it, but then there was a big fight, my team got in trouble. So I talked to the tank. She was really nice, you're really gonna like her. Anyways, the team was in trouble, and I had to use the tank to drive out there to help them. ...Well, help most of them. ...Erm, some of them. ...Okay, let's just say this: I drove the tank, and some people got helped... and some other people didn't get helped. ...Details aren't really important.

South walked out of her room, yawning and stretching her arms.

South: Morning, Caboose. Talking to Church?

Caboose: Oh, hi Miss South. Yeah, I was just telling Epsilon about the time he got killed by a tank though no one seems to remember who was driving the tank, and how he became a ghost that turned out to be an A.I..

South just chuckles, shaking her head.

South: Okay, well just try not to start any fires or anything. I'm gonna go shower.

Caboose: Okay. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah! Then there was the time I had to clean Tucker's armor....

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At Red Base, Sarge is running around, searching through multiple areas of the base for Grif, stopping in front of the Warthog.

Sarge: Grif! Where the hell are ya? Grif! Grif? Grif! Come on!

Grif: (from in the base) I'm in here!

Sarge: Where are you? Grif, I need you!

Grif: In here, in the base!

Sarge: I can't hear you! Get out here!

Sarge runs towards the base while Grif is exiting it.

Grif: Okay. Damn, what is it?

Sarge: Where's Simmons?

Grif: Simmons? If you wanted Simmons, then why didn't you yell like a lunatic for Simmons?

Sarge: Damn it, Grif! I entrusted you with one duty! And that's to know exactly where Simmons is at all times so I can find him! Lopez watches Kan, Kan watches Slade, Slade watches Donut, Donut watches me.

Grif: Yeah, who watches me?

Sarge: Nobody. You move less than Donut does. Now where's Simmons?

Grif: I don't know, he's downstairs in your hologram simulatron or whatever the hell you call it with Slade.

Sarge: Excellent work, Private Grif!

Grif: Wow! Thank you, sir.

Sarge: I'm gonna recommend you for a big shiny medal!

Grif: Okay, you're being sarcastic right now, aren't you?

Sarge: Oh, absolutely! ...Wait, was your question sarcastic?

Grif: Who knows? Probably? Unless—wait, are you being sarcastic right now by asking that?

There's an awkward silence between the two.

Sarge: Hm. Maybe we should drop this conversation.

Grif: Yeeah...

Sarge: (starts heading into the base) What're Simmons and Slade doing downstairs?