Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L

This One Goes To Eleven

F.I.L.S.S: (through speakers) Alarm, security breach, level Alpha. All personnel report for duty. This is not a drill.

The Reds sprint out a hallway from Tex, and Caboose is in a control room overlooking it, with South leaning against the wall.

Simmons: Run!

Grif: Oh, crap! Where is she?

Simmons: I don't wanna die!

Caboose: (frightened) Sheila, we have to help them!

F.I.L.S.S: Help who?

As Caboose and F.I.L.S.S. converse, Kan is then seen through the window, flying past as if he'd been thrown by something.

Caboose: The Reds and Slade! Tex is attacking them, we have to stop her!

F.I.L.S.S: Stop Agent Texas? Oh no, absolutely not. We should never interfere with an ongoing battlefield simulation test. Our job is to observe and document.

Caboose: (desperately) But she'll kill them!

South then sees Slade and Tex strangling each other as they fly out of the hall and crash into the storage area of the facility.

F.I.L.S.S.: (cheerfully) Oh, that would be wonderful! What a successful test!

South: F.I.L.S.S., I always knew you were useless....

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Slade and Tex smack through several crates and immediately get back on their feet. Tex rushes at Slade and punches him in the chest put he remains unfazed and merely looks down at her. Tex looks back up surprised before Slade grabs her wrist and throws her across the deck.

Tex stands back up and grabs a crate with her insane strength and throws it at Slade, making him slide underneath and tackle her to the ground. Tex wrestles in his grip before spinning their bodies and starts throwing punches at his face and making him cross his arms to block her attacks.

Kan then jumps in and grabs Tex by the back of her helmet and throws her away from him. The Elite offers his hand to Slade and helps him up. They then look around to see Tex is gone.

Slade: Where'd she go?

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Elsewhere, the Reds are panting and catching their breaths.

Sarge: We need to keep moving, men. Come on, double-time. Hell, I'd settle for single-time!

Simmons: (nervously) Maybe we should just fight. I'm afraid she's gonna start picking us off one by-

Suddenly Tex punches right through the wall and grabs him by his throat.

Simmons: -one!

Tex then pulls him forward, slamming his face into the wall, then steps back and kicks it away, sandwiching Simmons between the wall and a pile of crates.

Quickly, Sarge raises his shotgun and points it at Tex, but she darts forward, lifts the gun up just before he fires, then punches him in the stomach and flings him towards Grif. Sarge stumbles forward as he is thrown and his helmet rams right into Grif's crotch, causing him to scream in pain. Suddenly, Tex barrels straight into them, crashing through a crate before flinging them into a pile of barrels, sending them scattering across the floor.

Simmons emerges from the sandwich and runs for heavy armaments.

Simmons: Oh man, forget this. I need to get a bigger weapon.