So... This was just sort of a random idea I got, once again with the help of Soup's RvB scenario creator. I'm planning to make this one longer, with a couple of chapters. Probably no more than four, though even that seems like a stretch. Most likely, I'll write another chapter and that'll be it.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy. c:
Boredom. It can be one of the worst things one can encounter, and in Blood Gulch it seemed to be the constant state for everyone. Grif was tired of it. Though it was nice to not have to do much of anything, it was rather wearing to have absolutely nothing to do at all. So he had come up with a plan to at least make today bearable. He was going to do... something to Simmons, something hilarious and embarrassing. He just hadn't figured out quite what yet. For this reason, he had been avoiding the maroon soldier for much of the morning, not wanting to deal with him until it could be fun. As he stood at the side of the Red base, he thought quickly. What could be done? What would be both amusing and last for more than five seconds? While he was distracted by his thoughts, Grif failed to notice as Simmons approached him, a slight frown on the other man's face.
"Hey, Grif!" Simmons called, not using the friendliest tone. Grif gave a small start and turned to face the taller man, silently cursing himself for not finding a better hiding place.
"Oh, hey." He nodded. I guess I'll just have to wing it.
Simmons narrowed his eyes, he thought that Grif looked a little nervous. Had he done something? That was usually the cause of that face.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his tone suspicious.
"Doing? Uh, I was actually..." Grif paused briefly before meeting Simmons' eyes. "I was looking for you." Oh yeah, something was up.
"Looking for me? Why exactly?"
"Well, Sarge has a mission for you, but he was far too busy to give it to you directly so he decided to send it through me!" That seemed unlikely. If Sarge was so busy, and what exactly was he busy with? Why on earth did he send Grif? He hated the man! Why not send Donut? It only took Simmons a moment to realize that, had Donut been sent, the message would likely have been forgotten and he'd have his ear chatted off about something he would rather know nothing about. Grif was more likely to give him the message just so he could see Simmons do some work rather than do it himself.
"What mission?" Simmons was curious now. Missions were fairly rare around here, especially solo ones. He couldn't help but be a little excited and feel honored that Sarge had chosen him to do this. Whatever it was.
"He, um. He wants you to go to Blue base." Grif responded. Was that a hint of a smirk on the lazy man's face?
"What for?"
"Distraction. He wants you to go in, maybe get captured. We'll follow behind slowly and ambush them while the idiots are distracted." Simmons frowned. So this wasn't really much of a mission. He was just the distraction. Great, and here he thought he was thought of highly by his commanding officer. So much for that.
"Oh..." The tall man sulked a moment before a thought dawned on him. "Why didn't he send you or Donut as the distraction?" Grif laughed at this.
"Because we're morons, according to him. We wouldn't be able to keep the ambush plans secret, apparently." Simmons nodded slowly. That was true, in Donut's case for sure. Smiling now, feeling reassured, Simmons stood tall and proud.
"So, I should leave right now?"
"Oh yeah. He wanted you to leave like, twenty minutes ago, but I couldn't find you."
"More like you didn't care and weren't even looking." Simmons smirked and shook his head. Oh, stupid, lazy Grif. The orange soldier remained silent, so Simmons turned on the spot. Evidently there was to be no more conversation. It was time to get this plan rolling. The tall man strolled purposely toward the base on the opposite side of the canyon.
A short time later, the maroon solder arrived at the Blue team's base. He was surprised that he hadn't run into any of the Blues on his way over. Shouldn't they have seen him as he walked so slowly, out in the open, toward their concrete home? Curious. He glanced around nervously and slowed his pace. Still, nothing stopped him as he entered the base. He almost called out a tentative "hello?", but thought better of it and just continued walking forward. As he reached another hall that intersected with the one he was in, however, a voice pulled him to a frightened halt.
"Don't move, we have you surrendered!" It said. Despite the wrong word being used, Simmons gulped and flicked his eyes over to see who had spoken. Standing in the hall to his right was the soldier in dark blue armor. Caboose, wasn't it? A frustrated sigh sounded from the left.
"It's surrounded, moron." The new voice muttered. Simmons turned now to look to the opposite side and saw the cobalt soldier he was fairly certain was called Church.
"Oh, sorry." Caboose sounded honestly apologetic. To Simmons, "surrounded" didn't seem like quite the right word either. He only had people to his right and left, technically he could run out the way he came. Making the quick decision, he turned around to do just that. However, he was surprised to see the third Blue standing there. He was unable to contain a small gasp.
"Surprised you, didn't I?" The aqua soldier said, his tone giving away the fact that he was smirking beneath his helmet. "I've been working on my sneaking skills. Gotten pretty damn good if I do say so myself."
"Yeah, great Tucker. You're a regular cat." Church uttered. It was almost definite that he was rolling his eyes. "Now, what are you doing here Red?" He stepped forward now, pressing the tip of his gun to Simmons' shoulder. At that moment, the worst on possible of course, Simmons couldn't help but wonder how the Blues had managed this sneak attack. They had always seemed more incompetent than his own team!
"Uh... It... Looked like you guys weren't here, so I came to check it out." He lied, hoping this would be accepted. Why hadn't he thought of something ahead of time? He glanced at Church out of the corner of his eye to see how the explanation had worked, but Caboose was the one to react.
"So the plan worked, Church! They thought we were gone, but we were only hiding so they would think we were gone and they would come over and we could surprise them and attack..." The sentence would have run on longer, but the idiot was cut off.
"Yeah. Great. Thanks for explaining my own plan to me and the enemy." Church growled.
"You're welcome!" Even Simmons couldn't help but roll his eyes as Caboose said this cheerfully. How could these guys deal with him? Even Grif and Donut combined weren't as annoying as this guy!
"What should we do with him then?" Tucker asked, looking over at Church. There was silence for a moment as the cobalt soldier seemed to consider this. Had they made a plan to draw the Reds in, but not thought about where to keep them once they were caught. Simmons almost let out a sigh at how terribly this team seemed to be run. He could do better if he were the leader.
"Uh, I guess we should just stick him downstairs, huh?" Church decided with a shrug. He then nodded to himself and poked Simmons with his gun. Get moving, buddy." The Red obliged without reluctance-he didn't want to get shot-and hoped that his team would show up soon.