B1 crept slowly through the undergrowth, pausing occasionally to listen to the sounds drifting through the jungle air. It had been almost ten minutes since he had last had radio contact with his brother and he was beginning to get worried. The rest of the unit was either dead or had been airlifted out of the combat zone, injured for the most part, except Morgan. Morgan wasn't dead, but when B1 had found him he was huddled in a corner muttering nonsense.

The ambush had taken them completely by surprise, Amy had died to sniper fire, Lulu and Morgan had been pinned down next to her slowly bleeding corpse for almost ten minutes whilst B1 and B2 had flanked the snipers position. But since they had flushed the snipers nest and coordinated the evac B1 had heard nothing.

A sound caught the bananas attention and he ducked to a defensive crouch, gun snapping up. He saw the source of the noise almost immediately and his blood ran cold. He had almost walked straight passed his brother, who lay less than two metres away in a puddle of his own blood. B1 abandoned caution, moving quickly to his siblings side, letting his gun hang by its strap whilst he undid B2s kevlar neck guard. The bleed wasn't too bad, it seemed like the bullet had only grazed his twins throat. The wound in the neck wasn't nearly enough to have caused the pool on the ground around the two bananas, but as he reached to unbuckle B2s vest the body moved. With a wheezing cough B2 woke up, his hands grabbing for B1s collar. B1 was wrenched forward until he was centimetres from his brothers bloodshot eyes, it was eerie seeing a face identical to his own in such pain. He was about to speak, to tell B2 that he was going to be fine, when B2 coughed again and took a deep breath.

"I'm fubar bro...don't even try...he's...back and he's...angry" wheezed B2. "Who?" B1 asked, but B2 seemed to have lapsed into unconsciousness with the effort of speaking. B1 sat back on his haunches, but no sooner had he done so when B2s eyes snapped open and he gave a hoarse yell. "B3! He's back...he's going to kill everyone this time...fuck thi"
There was a crack and B1 felt a sudden intense pain in the side of his head. He threw himself flat and took in what had happened. A bullet had nicked the side of his head and ended his brothers life in an instant. Only one person could have planned the ambush that had led to this. The one person who the bananas had fought across three continents, the person who had killed The Rat in a Hat in his own shop. B3 was back.