This story takes place a few weeks after the events of Season 10, but before Season 11. This is just a brief intro, teaser, what have you.
"Why are we here?"
"Because we are Blue. And you are Red. And the Blues and Reds do not get along. But! We are friends now! And this is what friends do. Isn't that right, Agent Washington?"
"Caboose, I think he meant-"
"Pipe down, you damn dirty Blues!"
"Everyone, please, quiet down" a calm voice rose above the others, after a few moments a hush fell over the group. Wash looked at the soldiers gathered before him. On one side of the table sat the Reds, their arms crossed, not looking particularly interested. Tucker and Caboose sat on the other side; Tucker was staring off at the door and Caboose was looking at Wash ready to cling to his every word. They had already been through so much. Taking down Project Freelancer, losing their home and their friends. Wash silently cursed Carolina for leaving and taking Epsilon with her. They needed a leader right now, their leader, and Wash was definitely not ready to assume that role. Again.
"Seriously though," Grif spoke up, after no one had answered his question properly. "Why are we here?"
Wash sighed and looked at the group one more time, trying to give them just a few more fleeting seconds of peace before he had to turn their world upside-down. "We're here," Wash sighed. "Because we're being hunted."
