After the dramatic event of the pelican Tex was in, the Red and Blue armies both returned to their bases.
At the Red base, Griff was looking through his sniper scope, trying to look for any Blues.
"Sarge, why do we even try to kill Blues?" Griff asked curiously.
"Well, it's their colour! Us proud Reds have obtained our armour from my father, and his father got his armour from his father and his father had to knock out the 2nd in commanding Red officer to get his armour. We have to kill the Blues so that the Reds are the only ones surviving!" Sarge replied gruffly.
Griff sighed deeply and continued searching for the Blues.
Griff searched across the plains of Blood Gulch and noticed some unusual pod-like objects.
"Sarge, what's that?" Griff asked.
"That must be the new shipment of Shotguns arriving now! Let's get them before those stinking Blues get there. Come on Simmons! You've always wanted a Shotgun of your own, I might consider giving you one after I get my share of them." Sarge shouted.
"Donut! You coming?" Simmons asked.
"Nah, I'll stay here and shine up my light-red armour. You can never look too good in war." Donut replied.
"Your loss, more Shotguns for me!" Sarge exclaimed.
Meanwhile, at Blue base, Tucker tries to cheer Church up because of the loss of Tex.
"Come on, cheer up, there are plenty of other chicks in the pen" Tucker said reassuringly.
"I guess, I mean, Tex had the whole package." Church replied flatly.
"Yeah, the whole 'package', bow-chicka-bow-wow!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Shut-up man! Sister doesn't have much of a 'package'" Church angrily replied.
"Hey! Who said that I liked Sister?" Tucker said unconvincingly.
"Dude, every time she talks to you drool and always look at her chest, or what you call – her 'luggage.' You –" Church added.
"I saw some do-hickeys in the middle of the plains. They look shiny!" Caboose interrupted.
"Ugh! The Reds have probably sent in another shipment of Shotguns. Let's go destroy them before they get them and start handing our asses to us." Church sighed.
The pods opened up and released steam under the pressure of the door. Each pod had contained a soldier with Green armour.
"Alright! Our mission brief was simple; take out the ones with Blue and Red armour and after we complete our mission, we can go back to the delta station and celebrate with a beer binge! On me!" Moesby explained.
"Scout out for those Red and Blue scums!" Moesby commanded.
"Oh settle down Moe, we'll get this over and done with by dinner." Matt said calmly.
"Yeah, their asses will be our trophies!" Harrison exclaimed.
"Dude, don't go overboard, just stick to what we're paid to do." Matt said.
"Alright, so what's your name soldier?" Moesby asked while pointing to the silent sage soldier scoping through his sniper.
He didn't reply he just kept silent while scouting for the enemy.
"Eh, we'll just call you Spike." Harrison suggested.
Moesby grabbed a Shotgun and Battle Rifle and ran to a nearby ledge behind a boulder because he sighted the enemy. Harrison and Matt took a Magnum pistol and a Battle Rifle and ran to a dark cave. Spike just grabbed more rounds for his sniper and walked uncaringly towards a high ledge.
Spike fired two warning shots towards both the Reds and the Blues.
"It begins." Moesby murmured to himself.
