Church was quietly sat on top of the base, watching as the burning sun rose over the red cliffs of Blood Gulch. If he still had his body, he'd be smiling. Tex was back, Caboose spent most of his time sat with Sheila, Sister was chilled and visiting her brother, and Tucker was… well, Tucker. 'Beautiful day to be… dead.'
"Hey." A female voice spoke out behind him. "Hi, Alison." Church replied, without looking over his shoulder. "I said not to call me that." He chuckled. "Fine.(Bitch)" The freelancer Agent Texas looked at him intently. "Asshole." Then they both laughed.
Tucker ran up to them, spoiling the… moment. "Church. Church!" Church stood up, facing the energy sword-wielding teal soldier. "What?" Tucker stepped back. "Woah, I was just trying to tell you that blue command told us to watch out for a red and black soldier." Church tilted his head slightly to the side. "What's the big deal, it's just another red." Tucker shook his head. "No, no, no, it's a freelancer." Tex quickly stood and wheeled around, facing Tucker. "What? Wait, red and black?" "Yea, do you him?" "Yes, and he's a her." Tucker and Church faced Tex, looking as confused as someone could wearing a helmet. "What." "Yea, she's called Agent Ne…"
Tex was cut off by the roaring sound of a banshee. "What the fuck?" Church shouted, as the Banshee headed straight for the blue base. While in mid-flight, but over the base, the top opened up, reveling the freelancer the blues, and reds, were warned about. The freelancer jumped out, landing on the base, right next to Tex, who looked on as the Banshee carried on, right into the cliff face, where the purple airship exploded in blue light.
Tex looked at the Spartan, dressed the same as Tex, but with a red streak on her helmet, as well as red elbows and knees. Tex was the one to break the silence. "Nevada." "Hello, sis."