RED v BLUE:
RECRUITMENT
Sarge crouched I the long grass, peering through his binoculars. He saw Agent Washington and Tucker arguing in the doorway of Blue Base. Washington gave up and retreated back into the base. Tucker started to look around through the scope of his DMR, searching for threats. Sarge backed up a little, wary of Tucker's keen eye.
The voice of Dick Simmons rang out across the valley.
"Hey, Sarge! Get over here!"
Sarge whirled round, and stood up.
"Simmons! You should be ashamed of yourself! You're endangering the life of your CO! I'm trying to be stealth-!" He was cut off as a DMR round whizzed past his head. "Warning shot." Shouted Tucker.
Sarge looked back at Tucker.
"Okay! Okay!" he replied, "I'm going!"
Grumbling angrily, he made his way back to Red Base.
He caught up with Simmons, who lead him into the base. Inside, Grif was sleeping, slumped against one wall. Sarge looked at him and cocked his Shotgun
"Private Dirtbag!" He shouted "Wake the hell up!"
He fired his shotgun at the wall beside Grif. He woke up with a start.
"WHAT THE F***!?" He yelled.
"I said wake up, Dirtbag!" Sarge shouted, and fired his shotgun into the wall again.
Simmons backed away.
"Sarge, calm down!"
"Why would I?" Sarge snapped
"You nearly killed Grif!"
Grif looked at Simmons, "To be fair, that's not that unusual"
"Yeah, but…." Simmons sighed, "Look, just listen. We've got a message from command."
"What?" asked Sarge, "I thought we were outlaws?"
Simmons turned to him, "Yeah, we were, but I think they sorta forgave us when we helped Church and Carolina take down Project Freelancer."
"Oh… I'm gonna pretend I understood that."
"Ok, whatever," Simmons replied irritably, "We're getting a new recruit."
"Oh," said Grif, "Cool. Does that mean one of us can go home?"
Sarge turned to him and cocked his shotgun.
"Okay, Okay!" mutters Grif
Simmons tried to diffuse the situation.
"The Blues are getting someone too. They should be arriving soon."
"Right then," said Sarge, "Time to take back Blood Gulch."
The distinctive roar of Pelican engines is heard from outside. Simmons went to the door.
"Oh, he's…" He stopped talking, backed away from the door.
Sarge walked to the door, "What the hell is it?"
"Good news, I'm sure." muttered Grif darkly, following him. He peered outside.
"Oh, sh**." he said as his eyes found the armour-clad figure standing outside, gazing up at where a pelican was fading into the distance.
An oddly curvy armour-clad figure. It turned to the Reds
It wore Sarge-Red armour, a Recruit Helmet and Chestpiece. Her visor was orange like everyone else's.
"Hey," it said in a nice, distinctly feminine voice "I'm Nymphadora A. Jameson. Who are you?"
"Simmons," whispered Sarge, "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes, Sarge." muttered Simmons in a shocked voice, "That is a woman."
Grif looked fearfully at Simmons, "Does she wanna kill us?"
"Like most other women we've met?"
"Yeah?"
"Weirdly, no."
