Red vs Blue: Heavy 'META'L

Reconfiguration

At the desert, Doc, Wash and the Meta are standing over the modified Epsilon unit, which is now olive green.

Washington: Great, he's done.

Doc: Why is it sparking like that?

Washington: This thing's been through a lot, it's pretty badly damaged. But now that it's a capture unit we just need to get it near Epsilon, Rho, Delta, and Theta, and we can pull them in.

Doc: What if it breaks?

Washington: Don't worry, it'll hold until we get him. After that, it doesn't matter. It can short out for all I care.

Doc: Then what's the point of all this?

Washington: I just have to deliver Epsilon and the other AI to the Chairman. I don't have to guarantee what condition, I deliver them in. They're just evidence anyway. Meta, grab him. Doc, get ready to move.

Doc: Move, move where? We don't know where they are.

Washington: We know they're not here. So gather your gear, and get ready to move out.

Doc: Well can we track them?

Washington: Track them?

Doc: You know, pick up a trail, like footprints.

Washington: Footprints. In the desert.

Doc: Kh, don't special agents have the ability to track their targets through any kind of terrain? Follow broken tree branches-

Washington: Tree branches. In the desert.

Doc: Okay these are bad examples. Maybe heat signatures.

Washington: In the desert.

Doc: Like exhaust trails? I dunno.

Washington: Tell you what? Why don't you just stick to not understanding medicine? Don't feel the need to expand your sphere of ignorance.

Doc: Fine, jeez, I'm just trying to help.

Doc then wanders off. The Meta growls, thumbing at the leaving medic.

Washington: Him? Ah, he's always whining about something. (under his breath) Hey Meta, is there any way we could track the Reds by trying to pick up a trail, like a uh, heat signature- or something?

The Meta grunts and gestures to the sand.

Washington: Yes. I know we're in the desert.

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Slade opens a door and finds the medical room of the facility. He sees South, laying on her back without her upper body armor laying on the side of the gurney. She had an IV drip going into her arm with only a sports-bra on and was sleeping. Slade approaches her and holds her hand, as she continues to breath peacefully.

Slade: Why didn't I take you with me, lass?

Kan enters the room and see Slade. He approaches his leader and friend and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Kan: She will pull through, Slade. She has shown that she's a fighter.

Slade: I know, Kan. But still, doesn't change the fact she got hurt, when I could've convinced her to come with. (sits on the foot of her gurney)

Kan sits across from him.

Kan: Forgive my insistence, but it seems that there is more to how you are feeling than just South's injury.