Red vs Blue: Remembrance

Out of Mind

PRESENT DAY...

Tex: (voice over) Okay, I'll take the lead. Give me fifteen seconds, then follow. Sync?

York: (voice over) ...Sync.

Slade: (voice over) Sync!

Delta: (voice over) Fire detected. Cover recommended.

Tex: (voice over) Damn it! Jam! Cover, cover, cover!

A battle rifle is heard firing, with a scream of pain from York following.

Slade: (voice over) YORK!

Tex (voice over) York, are you okay?! How bad is it, D?

Delta (voice over) York will not survive.

Carolina stares at a blast mark in the ground.

Carolina: I'm sorry, York. Sorry I didn't listen. I just...I don't understand. Why her? Why Tex?

Epsilon appears on Carolina's Mongoose which is not far behind her.

Epsilon: Tex?

Carolina turns around and notices Epsilon.

Carolina: You.

Epsilon: Ah, shit.

Carolina walks over to Epsilon.

Carolina: Let me guess, just... wanted some information.

Epsilon: Carolina I don't-

Carolina: You don't have a clue, do you? You and your friends just think I'm some blood-thirsty merc with a bad attitude. But you know what? You're wrong. I'm much worse.

Epsilon: Look, you go and round up everyone I know just to bring me back, and then you keep us all in the dark? What the hell did you think was going to happen, Carolina? Of course no one trusts you!

Carolina: Well I don't trust them, Epsilon. I don't trust anyone anymore.

Epsilon: Oh, why not? Because having friends would ruin the whole "psychotic loner bitch" thing you got going on? 'Cause that would be a real shame.

Carolina: It's because I had a team once. A team with the best training, the best equipment, and despite everything that they had that made them the best, they still lied, and stole, and tore each other to pieces! So you tell me: How the hell am I supposed to trust a rag-tag team of idiots when I couldn't even trust the people that were close to me?!

Epsilon looks away for a brief moment and then vanishes.

Carolina: That's what I thought.

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Inside the temple, Grif, Simmons, and Tucker are sitting down on opposite ends of the walls.

Grif: I never thought I'd say this, but I can't sleep.

Simmons: Yes, we know! You've been shoveling food into your mouth for an hour!

Tucker: Yeah, what's up with that?

Grif: It's a nervous habit, okay?

Tucker: No; where the fuck does someone find potato chips in the middle of the desert?!

Kan: I concur...

Sarge: Ah, quit your complaining. Carolina is probably miles away by now. The only thing we've got to worry about are sand fleas...and those other highly trained operatives on patrol outside.