Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L

Dumb Cop, Bad Cop

In the desert, Sarge and Caboose are by Headcase's jeep. Grif is by the wrecked Warthogs and other junk, trying to radio Simmons at Valhalla while Slade is conversing with Kan and his A.I.

Grif: Simmons, come on, Simmons, are you there or what? (only static) Okay I give up. Something's wrong with the radio now, too. I'll go check their jeep.

Sarge: What the hell is wrong with this jeep anyway? It doesn't have a turret.

Caboose: Maybe it's just a car?

Sarge: What does that mean?

Caboose: You know, like a car. A regular car.

Sarge: What kind of car doesn't have a massive cannon on it?

Caboose: All kinds of cars. Most kinds of cars.

Sarge: That's ridiculous. That would be like saying there's some kind of thing you can wear on your head that's not armor plated, and doesn't offer a 5X optical zoom.

Caboose: I think you've been in the military a really long time.

Sarge: Yep. It's been a good run.

Meanwhile, with Slade and his Elite comrade.

Kan: So I don't get misconstrued, the human in the brown armor is the leader of the archenemy of Freelancer?

Slade: I wouldn't exactly say 'archenemy', though the bastard was against Freelancer in every way. And he and Resistance were actually the good guys. The Director played everyone in the Project like a damned fiddle, all to bring back his dead wife.

Tex: (appears) Exactly! And it pains me that I didn't see it before. What he did to Alpha, to me, to Carolina, everyone in the Project!

Kan: So then what happens now? We don't exactly know much about what they're looking for here in this desert.

Slade: Like I said, eyes peeled and ears to the ground. See if maybe you can convince some of the other Elites to let you in on what's going on.

Kan: How do I do that?

Tex: You're an Ultra. Can't you pull rank or something to make them tell you?

Kan: I'm afraid it doesn't work like that.

Rho and Theta appear.

Theta: Maybe me and Rho can pull something from their computer.

Slade: (cocks a brow) What computer?

Rho: Uh, their Elephant? We might be able to get something useful out of it.

Slade: Fine. Pull what you can. But don't take longer than ten minutes. We don't know what kind of security system they got for that thing. Meantime, Tex, you and Delta see if you can scan the temples for energy readings. Whatever it is these wankers are looking for is bound to be inside one of them.

The three A.I. then disappear.

Slade: (to Kan) Come on. Let's check on the others.

Grif walks up to Sarge and Caboose.

Grif: Dammit, no radio here either? Someone's yanked it out. Why would they deliberately pull the radio out of their own jeep?

Caboose: Let me take a look at it, Grif.

Grif: Why? You want to confirm that there's no radio?