Shit shit shit. Church wasn't sure what he'd wanted to come back to, but it wasn't this. He tried to shove his way up to the front of the crowd as fast as he could, screaming for the firing squad to stop, to wait, to do anything that wasn't prepare to take the blue soldier's life. Instead, all they did was check to make sure there were bullets in their guns before training them on Caboose. Bastards. Fucking bastards, the whole squad.
Caboose stood with his back to the firing squad, looking around at the crowd to the sides of him, even waving excitedly at times. He probably didn't even know what was happening. Maybe if Church could just get up there in time, he could take out the firing squad or something. He was halfway through the crowd when they called for Caboose to turn around, and Church realized he wasn't going to make it. They couldn't do this to Caboose, dammit! Whatever had happened couldn't have been bad enough for an execution! He kept pushing anyways, hoping for just one last miracle.
Caboose noticed the blue suit of armor advancing through the crowd like a steamroller, and he actually began to jump. He waved both his arms over his head, ecstatic to see him for the first time in what, months? Years, even?
"Ready."
"Church! Look over here! Church!"
"Aim."
"Church! Church, it's me!"
"Fire."
"It's Caboose, your best frie-"