Rally Cap

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Inside the med-bay, South opens her eyes and sees Theta and Kan standing over her. She groans slightly and sits up. 

Kan: Easy, South. You've been out for several hours. 

South: Definitely feels like I have. 

Theta: Do you feel better? 

South pulls the IV tube off her arm and stands up without any hesitation. 

South: Pain's finally gone. Where's Cal? 

Kan: He left with Agent Texas and Church to find the Director. 

South: The Director?! Why didn't you stop him?! 

Kan: He ordered me stay and make sure you fully recovered. Now that you have, let us- 

The three then begin to hear an alarm as the room blinks red on and off. 

F.I.L.S.S.: Alarm. Incoming recovery beacon. Level Zero. Alarm. Incoming recovery beacon.

Theta: Uh oh. 

Kan: Come. Let us acquire our weaponry! 

In the control room, Caboose is standing in front of F.I.L.S.S.. 

F.I.L.S.S: Alarm. Incoming recovery beacon. Level Zero. Alarm. Incoming recovery beacon.

Caboose: Oh no!

F.I.L.S.S: Level Zero.

Caboose rushes out of the room. 

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Near the ice base, Doc drives Wash and the Meta across a snowy field which is perfectly serene except for Epsilon's motionless body.

Washington: There he is. Something doesn't seem right here. Stop the car.

Doc: Stop?

Washington: I don't like this. How did he get hurt, why isn't anyone helping him?

The Meta snarls to Wash. 

Washington: You're right, this is a trap. Those walls there, perfect for a sniper. We walk in to where he's hurt and suddenly, we're boxed in, nowhere to go.

Doc: You think the Reds are tryin' to ambush us?

Washington: The Reds? Hahaha! No. This is an actual military tactic. We drilled it all the time in training. No, whoever set this up is a Freelancer.

Doc: Yeah, but if a Freelancer set this up, wouldn't they know that you guys were Freelancers, and that you would recognize this as soon as you saw it?

Washington: What? No, you're overthinking it. That's just-

10 landmines begin to light up in a perfect circle around them.

Washington: Oh, son of a bitch.

Doc: (sigh) Told you so.

The Warthog then explodes. 

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Back at the other facility, Caboose rushes up to the Reds. 

Caboose: Sargeant! Sargeant!

Sarge: What do you want, Blue?

Caboose: I need your help.

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