Chapter One
Rogers was with Grif and Simmons ready to be shot by the Reds. "How did this happen?" asked Rogers.
One year earlier
Rogers along with Grif and Simmons were getting ready to leave to Rats nest. Sarge refused his orders. In the distance he could see him recording and cutting out cardboard look alike. Rogers went towards him but kept quiet while he recorded his segment. "Stop there or I'll shoot but first I have to write fanfiction for a blue gal."
"Sir are you sure you don't want to come with us to rat's nest?"
"I'm sure maggot. Now go." Rogers rolled his eyes and went back inside to pack up the last of his stuff. When he got into his room he saw Donut packing up. "I can't believe you're going on a secret mission."
"Yeah well. I'll miss you guys." said Donut.
At blue base Vulcan was packing she picked up a photo of her squad behind the tank. She laughed when she looked at Tucker and Caboose holding up dead Church, while ghost church gave them the finger. She looked out her window and frowned, she actually liked the canyon and will miss it but the mission she was assigned to was just too important even if it's with Tucker.
One week earlier
Rogers was in Grif office counting the money they made selling ammo to the Blues. It was a traitorous act but this was payback for the hell comand put the trio through. "Three thousand, so that's thousand credits for the each of us." There wasn't much to spend on but once he got out of the army he was looking pretty good.
"Nice. This was surprising easy." Laughed Grif.
"I know, who thought the blues would even buy from us let alone talk to us."
"That's all we need." said a muffled voice. The next thing he knew the door was being breached by his red comrades. "In the name of the red army Dexter Grif, Dick Simmons and Dan Rogers all of you are under arrest."
"Well Shit." Grif and Rogers said in unison.
Now
"Wait don't we get a last request." said Simmons.
"What do you want?"
"Well at least read our charges."
"You guys know what you did. You sold all of our ammo."
"Why shoot us? I mean don't you need the bullets." said Grif.
"It only takes one." the man said with a devilish grin.
"You still have to read us the 's in the red army handbook."
"I think you bluffing, I never read that."
"Well he did because he's the biggest nerd of the universe."
"Fine but we'll only read Rogers and say the blues killed you guys." Rogers was being listed his charges. "Drunkenness, discharge of weapons in mess hall, selling ammo to the enemy and unauthorized use of vehicle for now die."
" ." The man reading his charges punched him in the face.
"It's been nice knowing you guys and you've been like brothers and I just want to say Grif it was me who broke your fridge instead of Donut I'm so sorry." cried Rogers.
"It's alright man. Simmons it was me not Rogers who stole Identity and ran up all those credit card charges at the pawn shops and peep shows." Rogers looked over and saw that Simmons was about to blow a fuse literally and figuratively. Rogers closed his eyes waiting for the sweet embrace of death, he listen and heard the ring gunfire and Sarge's voice. He opened his eyes to see him in a warthog. He asked what was going on and when he said he need them he was happy. He jumped on the hood and they drove off. For the next few hour was none stop driving. Sarge explained that a Freelancer was reassembling the Blues to attack, he didn't know what to think but if a Freelancer is there he wouldn't mind knocking a few heads. When they got to there destination Rogers jumped off and fired at the blues and the freelancer, he watched as Church and the Freelancer ran into a nook. They kept firing until he heard a microphone from the freelancer. Rogers holstered his SMG and was willing to listen, hell it might be entertaining.
"What do you want?" yelled Sarge.
"We are not your enemy." yelled the Freelancer. This made the Reds scoff, Freelancer have only brought hell with them whenever Rogers wmet them.
"Tell that to the teeth you chipped, asshole." yelled Rogers.
"None the less, my name is Agent Washington I am pa-" Washington was cut off from Church and he spoke again. "I'm a special agent from command."
"Well if you're command then you'd know our secure code word."
"Ok give me a minute. The code word is...Code word?"
"Really, next thing you're going to tell me is that you have launch codes and to activate it all you have to say is launch code." As if on cue a robotic voice appeared. "For god's sake."
"Stand down."
"Stand down we outnumber them two to one. That's a fifty percent advantage."
"They know our code word. There's nothing we can do."
"Everyone and their grandma knows our code words." yelled Grif. "You know what I'll go get the local reds to help me." Rogers watch Grif as he walked away and went up to a large man with a odd looking weapon. He then picked up a warthog and flung it at Grif. It then launched another at the squad. Rogers ran away and went into a tuck away with Church. Rogers kept a lookout for the beast. He then felt a hand on his back, he held his breath as he turned around found Sarge. With a sigh of relief Rogers holstered his gun. Sarge began to speak.
"Come on we got a mission to do." yelled Sarge. Rogers, Sarge and Simmons fired their guns at the creature but it justed hissed and fired away it's grenade launcher. Then minigun fire and next thing anyone knew it was gone. Rogers stepped outside and looked around but it was nowhere to be seen.
"You idiots we almost had it." yelled the Freelancer.
"Bullshit that didn't even scratch it."
"He means before you came here." said Church. "We had it crippled and you guys show up shooting up the place."
"You guy looked like you had everything under control." mocked Sarge.
"Up yours red."
"Well the four of you are staying with us now.I can't possibly hope to fight the Meta in this state with Church and...Caboose!" Washington ran up some flights of stair and Rogers followed him to see Caboose unconscious.
"Is he alright?" asked Rogers.
"I think so he just seemed to be knocked out. Wait do you heard that? Rogers listen closely and heard Caboose mumble something. Wash just shook his head and Rogers followed him. Washington took a minigun and fired at the Meta, while Rogers fired his SMG. For a second a few shot landed but the meta just vanished. When the group went around Caboose Wash just stared at Caboose"I can't wake him up. Do you guy know a medic around here."
"No sir." said Rogers. Rogers sat there think how did he end up in yet another wild adventure.
"Hey why don't you do that thing, You know the ghost thing?" asked Grif.
"This guy doesn't know about that so I don't want to freak him out. Keep him occupied and I'll see what I can do." Simmons ran up to Washington and Church left his body. After a minute Washington came back when Church came out yelling.
"Memory is the key? What does that mean. Huh?" said Church. Church went on to explain for a minute and the whole thing became an argument but Washington shut up everyone and spoke of about a couple of thing that strike him as odd. He then left with his squad to repair a car, when got there he found the jeep turned upside down.
"Alright Simmons help me turn this over alright. So what did you think Washington ment by training facility."
"He's just trying to psych us out or maybe this war is like a playground. They just test their skills with us." said Simmons flipping over the jeep. Sarge came up and looked at it.
"Well I can get it up and running but we need to cannibalize a couple other jeeps."
"How long should it take Sarge?" Rogers asked taking a look at the fucked up engine.
"Less than two days. Mind getting me a couple tools from the jeep." Rogers nodded and left but when he came back Washington was telling them they had to leave.
"What are your orders sir?"
"We go with them." Rogers loaded his SMG and they walked for an hour till they came across a base. There wasn't anything to see, in the distance he could see the jeeps and a few men.
"Alright I'll go in and steal the jeeps." said Wash walking away, Sarge jumped up and stood in front of Wash.
"No, we reds are better at sneaking, and we'll steal the jeep."
"Fine." Rogers and the rest of Reds followed down a darkened trail towards Blue base. At first they were quiet and they got to the motor pool. Rogers got onto the mongoose, and the rest got onto a warthog. But then then a couple of guards came out and they drove off. The other guards went into the other jeep and raced towards them. They then to shoot at them. Rogers was fast but a couple of bullets bounced off him. Lucky they lost them but more bullets came flying. Simmons fired the gun and killed the jeep.
"Hell yeah, remind me when we get back to a bar I buy you a drink." yelled Rogers.
"You idiots we need that." screamed Wash.
"And we needed not to die and your point is."
"Where are we going to get another vehicle?" And on que a hornet came flying in shooting at them. Rogers drove off and jumped off the atv and hid behind a crashed ship. When the shooting stopped he came out from the ship to see that the hornet has been destroyed. He went back to blue base and saw everyone was regrouped. He heard people saying plans on how to get in. Most were alright but none of them seem like they would work.
"We're not going." said Simmons.
"What you have to go." said Washington.
"Sorry but we been given hell by you guys a little too long so. No."
"You're coming that's an order."
"You can't order us don't even know your rank."
"I'm a freelancer."
"Not a rank bro." said Grif.
"The other freelancers never gave us orders. They just offered to trade favors."
"What do you want?" sighed Washington. The reds huddled together and spoke.
"I say Lasers and robot. No wait Robot and lasers." said Sarge.
"Nudie mags."
"A new base."
"A new base, no wait first class tickets to Earth." suggested Rogers. Sarge turned around and spoke.
"Alright we talked about and we decided what we want."
"Well what is it."
"We want you to demote Grif."
"For fucks sake man!" yelled Rogers.
"Congratulations you're now private Grif."
"Anything lower?"
"Private junior Grif." Sarge gave Wash a look, as if he wanted more from it. "Private negative first class JR Grif." Rogers let out a small growl, this was stopped short when Caboose spoke.
" ?I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"We're going to freelancer city right? Were freelancers live and this is a freelancer car." Caboose said pointing to the tank. "If they think we're freelancer they'll let us in." Rogers jaw drop, Caboose was an idiot but that was the most intelligent thing he heard him say ever. But the only problem was they still see us. "They can't see inside a tank."
"Alright everyone in the tank."
"Now?" said Grif.
"Fine but when we're a mile, get in inside the tank." said Washington.
"Alright." Rogers hopped on the mongoose with Simmons and everyone else jumped in their own car. When they got to the base they all abandon their cars and got into the tank. Caboose was driving and it was still cramped. As they drove on Washington opened the hatch and they rushed out, Rogers was never claustrophobic but hell if that wasn't the third worst experience he had all day. Wash directed them to a small control room and Wash gave a quick plan outline. When they left, Simmons was on the computer and Rogers laided down. He closed his eyes but Sarge began to yell, so he got up and listen.
"Alright Rogers help Simmons delete the blues."
"Fine." Rogers sat down while Simmons delete the blues from the database. "So Simmons before you delete all the blues can you look up Vulcan."
"Alright." Simmons began to type and spoke. "Um her file is encrypted with the highest locks one thing though, under the order of James Vulcan." Simmons began work again but then Grif answered the phone and Rogers thought he heard Tucker and Vulcan voice yelling about something but call was dropped. Suddenly alarms were tripped and a firefight began outside. Rogers closed the shutters "And done. The blues are now delete."
"Good job, Simmons." said Sarge. Rogers heard gunfire and explosions he looked down the hall and fire at a couple of guys chasing Wash and Church. He over heard the conversation and all about how Church was an AI instead of a ghost which made a lot of sense. Then he heard the Meta.
"Fuck!" yelled Rogers. Wash then let them to the motor pool. Wash told them to protect Caboose and make sure he and Epsilon got out before the EMP hit. Rogers got onto a mongoose and the garage door opened and he drove off and followed along side Caboose. He dodge rocks, dead bodies and bullets. But when the EMP hit Rogers, he swerved and crashed. Rogers twisted his leg and screamed in pain and passed out. After awhile he opened and closed his eyes and saw Sarge and Grif carried him, he was given some morphine and fell asleep. He woke up in a dusty old room, he walked out the room and saw it was the base they found the tank. He smiled and got up and looked over the valley.
Sorry for short chapter.
