Red vs Blue: The Second Coming -
Author's Note: Sequal to Caboose's Lament. New Freelancers are employed to fight the Second Coming of the Meta. Return of Church, and features Agents Minnesota, Illinois, and Alabama. -
Prolouge: The Second Coming

The Dust fluttered across the desert in the middle of nowhere. Hot sand blew in his helmet, but it did not bother him a bit. He had been tracking the target for four days now. The footsteps had led a long way, and he was close to the wounded target. Agent Alabama pulled out his Assault Rifle. He could see it ahead. Hunched, it was moving slowley. Taking aim, he fired three quick bullets. It collapsed with a dull thump.

Alabama looked down at the unconcious body of the Meta. Kneeling down, he noticed the many chips inside the Meta's suit.
"So these are the AIs...Intresting, it appears he has weilded them into his body...to stop them from being stolen." Alabama turned to look at his own AI, Tau. Tau was silver in figure.
"Well, Alabama, it appears your betrayel of the Freelancers was not in vain...Besides, you stole me from that Freelancer, I'm much more at home with you."
Alabama ignored Tau's statement, and went about his work. First, he slung the Meta's weapon over his own back, as to not get attacked when it awoke. Secondly, He injected a serum into The Meta, so it would move slower and groggier. And thirdly, he injected another serum to awake The Meta.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, The Meta attempted to jump up and grab Alabama. But, due to it's injection, it was much slower, and Alabama simpley kicked it back down.
"Now." Alabama said with evil glinting in his eyes. "You want AIs, right? Well guess what? So do I! So here is my suggestion...Work with us, and I'll help you get what you want."
Slowley, The Meta gave what Alabama assumed was a nod. Tau appeared again.
"Excellent." He smiled under his helmet.

A solider entered his room. The Major turned in his chair, his eyes glinting with distaste.
"Major, Sir, I have brought the report on the traitor as you asked.:
The Major gave him a small incline of his head, and waved him off. The solider saluted, and left.
"So...Alabama, what is your story..."

ORIGINAL NAME: TOMIX

AGENT NAME: AGENT ALABAMA

AI: TAU

STATUS: AWOL

ARMOUR COLOUR: BLACK WITH MAROON

WEAPON OF CHOICE: ASSAULT RIFLE

AI SPECIAL ABILITES: ALLOWED USAGE OF EXPERIMENTAL GRAVITY HAMMER, BUBBLE SHIELD

EXTRA INFOMATION: EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. RANKED AS NUMBER 2ND MOST DANGEROUS UNSC CRIMINAL, BEHIND THE RECCOMENDATION: DO NOT APPROACH UNLESS IN THE PRESENCE OF UNSC ODST

The Major turned in his chair again, his eyes glinting.
"Looks like we'll have to call in the 'specialiests' again." He pulled out another file. Labelled at the top was the words: BLOOD GULCH

Next Chapter: Back To Blood Gulch!

(This chapter is shorter, since it's just the prolouge, but things will pick up.)