Director: Dear Chairman.
Fade in to the firefight between the Reds and the Blues
Director: Our records in this matter are impeccable, and I will refer you to them. It is true that we were granted the use of only one A.I. program, yet with special permission to conduct our experiments. That is all we were allowed to do, and that is all we have done. Of course, I am sure that you will agree, that the core mission of any scientific endeavour, is to find creative solutions to... unexpected problems.
Washington: Where did these guys come from?
Church: I have no clue!
Shawn: I bet their here for Thea.
Caboose: I was thinking the same thing. I would come for Mia as well if she went missing.
Washington: Do you think they're working with the Meta?
Church: Working with them? These guys don't do much working of any kind, so... no.
Washington looks at a balcony and sees Thea's unconscious body.
Washington: Look, there's Thea.
Church: (Worriedly) Is she dead?
Shaw: Please don't tell us she's dead. Because I don't want Tex coming back from the dead and kicking all our ass's.
Washington: Hold on. Let me pull up the biocomm. Check her pulse rate.
Wash does just that while looking at Church
Church: Uh... you can monitor our vitals?
Shawn: Sweet.
Caboose: I think that's neat.
Washington: I can check on the whole squad during combat. Keeps me up to date. It doesn't work on you for some reason.
Church: Yeah uh ah, sure there's a... perfectly, logical, explanation for that.
Washington: We need to get to her. My HUD says she's alive but hurt.
Church: You think the Meta hurt her?
Shawn: Seeing as she's your daughter, I wouldn't be surprised that she pissed him off.
Cut over to the Reds, firing from behind cover.
Sarge: Simmons, keep firing. Don't let up!
Simmons: Yes, sir!
Grif: And get the grenades out there!
Simmons: Yes, sirs!
Sarge: Grif, stop confusing everybody. I'm callin' the shots.
Grif: We're the same rank now, I can do whatever I want.
Sarge: You're not qualified to lead in battle!
Grif: Qualified? How hard could it be? Simmons, you're doing a terrible job, and you should try to win harder. I mean try harder. To win.
Sarge: That was awful.
Grif: (crying) I learned it by watching you.
Simmons: Excuse me, sir.
Grif and Sarge: What?!
Simmons: (sigh) Never mind.
Cut to the Meta watching the fight on a video screen, and changing colour to red.
Sarge: (on the screen) Simmons, aim for his bullets! Try to deflect them in mid air. Grif, come here! Your face can be used as a shield.
The Meta walks down toward the battle, and the screen he was looking at starts flashing "Generator Malfunction". Cut back to Wash, Shawn, Caboose and Church
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Red vs blue (female OC) season 6
FanfictionTex is gone and the reds and blues have been relocated but sarge and Thea stayed behind at blood gulch. A new enemy has risen from the shadows. Agent Washington has recruited the Blues and Thea to help him stop the foe and secrets are revealed to Th...
