Captain James Skilton looked t his new surroundings. As far as he could tell it was just a cave in the middle of a boxed canyon.

"This place is such a hole," he murmured to himself as he set up Green Army's flag, marking the cave his army's territory.

After a thousand years of the Civil War of Red vs. Blue a new army was established by the Outer Colonies, Green Army. It's only real purpose was so the Outer Colonies could make a name for themselves. Stupid thing to die for really.

Skilton was the only person in the Green Army stationed in Blood Gulch, but he was expecting reinforcements any day now from command. He was merely scouting out a secure LZ for the Pelican transporting his men.

Skilton picked up his Sniper Rifle, not that he was going to use it (he was a medium and close range specialist), and walked out of the cave. He levelled the scope to eye hight and peered through…

Church was standing on top of Blue Base pegging rocks through the teleporter. He was bored and sad. It had been three months since the events with O'Malley and Tex but he still couldn't stop thinking of her.

He had loved her, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He had tried to protect her but to no use; Omega had still managed to get into her head and they boarded the Pelican, then Andy exploded…

"Hey dude, what's up?" said Tucker, the cyan (or aqua as far as he was concerned) armoured Private, coming up the ramp.

"Just thinking," replied Church pegging another rock and watching it appear again in the distance.

"Bow-chicka-bow-wow!" exclaimed Tucker, resiting his famous (famous?) catchphrase.

"Dude what the f-ck?" asked Church "You're a pig!"

Tucker lowered his helmet "Sorry man, it's just I get so bored 'round here, you know? And the reds haven't been helping; all they do is stand around and talk."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said pegging another rock through the teleporter. He watched it come out the other side, smoking and charred, and spotted something. A Sniper Rifle's barrel.

"But its about to get a hell of a lot less boring now! Duck!" screamed Church pulling his comrade to the ground.
"Shit!" said James pulling the gun's trigger twice then swapping for his Battle Rifle so it was easier to run. He tore his way across the middle of Blood Gulch, putting as much space as he could between him and his base. He had been here an hour and already blown his cover, not to mention wasting two scarce sniper rounds.

Shots flew past his head as he tore through the canyon. He didn't know where he was going, as long as it was away from the base that's all that mattered.

The shooting stopped for a moment. He knew what this meant; they were actually taking aim. He kept running regardless, then…

BANG!

The bullet tore through his thigh and his leg seized up and he flew some way.

"Crap, I guess this is it," he said to himself.

"Dude! You actually hit him! I thought you sucked at that thing!" exclaimed Tucker, applauding.

"Yeah, I was aiming for his head but I couldn't care less!" said Church. At this Tucker stopped clapping. "Why'd you stop clapping?"

"You really suck," said Tucker flatly.

"Oh shut up and get DuFresne," replied Church jumping down from the base, running towards the guy.

"What the hell kind of name is that!" shouted Tucker.

"Just do it!" shouted Church, still running. When he reached the soldier his first emotion was shock. He was wearing green armour (olive, to be exact). Now what did that mean?

Church kicked James in the stomach, hard, but not so hard as to wind him, and asked, "Who are you?"

Skilton coughed and laughed at the same time then, using the last of his energy, gave Church the finger. He then fainted.

"Jerk!" said Church kicking him as hard as he could. Just then Tucker and Doc showed up.

"I got 'DuFresne' or what ever the hell his weird-ass name is," said Tucker trying a little too hard to be cool "I reckon Doc's a better name."

"Please don't call me Doc; I'm a Medic not a doctor. And also my name is not 'weird-ass' it's better than 'Lavernius'!" replied Doc.

"You two shut up, this guy will end up thinking your married, cause that's what your acting like!" said Church "Anyway, who the hell is he is he?"

"I don't know what green armour means but if we want to see who he is we could just take his helmet off, but I'll have to treat that leg first or he could die," said Doc.

"Do your stuff, Doc. When your done bring him back to base. I'll send Sister to help you," ordered Church.

Please don't call me D— oh what's the point?" began Doc but realizing it was hopeless gave up.

Church and Tucker were walking back to the base when Tucker asked…

"Church, why do we want him to survive? He shot at us… twice!"

"We need to know who he is and why's he here," replied Church "Something just doesn't seem right."

"Sarge! Sarge!" yelled Simmons, the maroon wearing Private, running up the ramp of Red Base.

'What is it Simmons? Did Donut redecorate the living quarters again?" asked Sarge remembering terrifying event that led to the burning of many heart-shaped cushions.

"No Sarge, worse!" replied Simmons now standing, panting, next to his superior.

"Oh no! Don't tell me Griff was killed by a Blue! I was saving his death for my birthday!" exclaimed Sarge.

"No sir, the Blues… they were opening fire!"

"On Griff?" asked Sarge.

Simmons sighed, "No. It was on a guy dressed in green armour!"

"Dirty Griff! He must have painted his armour green so he could join the Blues! And Green is just a very demented shade of blue!" said Sarge, running down the ramp. "Let's get that dirty double crosser, care for him, then, when he's in a false sense of security, poison his food!"

"Green? Shade of blue? Oh what the hell!" said Simmons running after Sarge.