Second chapters here, hope you enjoy it. I know Team Vortex did. -_-
I only own my OC's. WARNING! You might fall of your chair laughing.
"Well isn't this interesting? What's behind do- Oh my god what is that smell!?"
"Shall I get the bleach?"
"Do it Hunter. Do it."
"Pink or red?"
"Why not pick both? There are tons of different shades in this box."
"I can't believe they gave us paint ammo."
"You didn't see the training room did you?"
"...Training room?"
"Sergeant Quinn to Privates Hallows and Baggins, come in Privates."
"Hallows here Quinn."
"I'm here boss. HAHA! TEN POINTS FOR ME!"
"You know what, I don't want to know."
"CHEATER! GIVE ME THOSE GRENADES!"
"...Yeah, I most definitely don't want to know. Quinn out."
"HAHA 'nother ten points you cockbite."
"...Up yours asshole."
Quinn's POV-
I will never let it be said that I expected to be able to run straight into Red Base and back out without getting caught. I will also never let it be said that I ran into a wall while running. The Reds are going to wonder about the small imprint in their wall after this.
"Alright, now, that that's been taken care of should we move onto door number two?" I asked, stuffing the bottles of cleaners into a storage closet I'd found. Beside me, my best friend was gasping for air with her helmet off like you'd just put poisonous gas in it.
Though for the hell we just went through, I hope Grif dies because his room smells like bleach. Thank god for my fucking super speed or that would have taken longer.
"I hope... That... Fucker dies..." Hunter breathed as she tried to breathe.
"I think we're doing Sarge and Simmons a service getting rid of that smell. It already smelled like someone threw mustard gas in there." I sighed. We were supposed to be causing mischief, and so far in the last hour (again, bad security) we'd spent it cleaning up Grifs room because we felt bad for the other two. I dare not describe the horror we endured.
Again, I hope the strong scent of bleach kills the over grown pigman.
"Come on," I said, leading the way to the door right next to Grifs. I opened it, and was relieved to find a clean, stink less room. An idea sparked in my mind though as I looked at everything that was neatly arranged in a distinct pattern.
The desk in the corner had papers and pens on it, but they were as straight as could be on the table top. The bed was made and not a crinkle was in sight. Everything was as perfect as could be.
"Simmons, is the complete opposite of Grif. Holy fuck, if I didn't know better I'd think he was OCD." Hunter whistled and I looked at her flatly.
"I thought that was well determined before hand." I poked her in the shoulder before going over everything, examining it and cataloging everything I saw.
"You're thinking the same thing I am, aren't you?"Hunter asked.
"If you mean by annoying Simmons for eternity by moving his things by an inch then you are correct." I mused, before getting to work.
"I thought you'd have made this place a pig sty but then again, moving everything slightly will annoy the hell out Simmons too by the looks of it."Hunter grinned before starting to help me. Within thirty minutes, everything, and I mean everything from the mirror and toothbrush in the bathroom to the bed, desk and everything else that would be easily noticeable, was moved one inch. We didn't miss a thing and I mentally cackled as we left the maroon armored mans quarters.
"Sarge and Lopez, who do you think is... next..." Hunter said as he opened door number three. I peaked around her to see the room and I grinned. Grease stains, oil, bolts, wires, and even a couple screw drivers were all over the floor of the room my second in command had just opened. Engine parts were littered on the tables in the corners while the middle of the room held what looked like an engine currently being worked on.
"This looks like your room." Hunter said flatly and I gave an innocent shrug. Wasn't my fault that I brought my work home with me.
"You know what, lets leave Lopez's room along kay?" I asked before something caught my attention.
Hunter's POV-
I sighed as I saw Quinn looking at the machine on the table.
"Fuck, you deal with Lopez's room, do as you wish, I'm going to go see what I can do about annoying the fuck out of Sarge." I said before leaving my friend who disappeared from my side and straight to the machine that she started to play with. I didn't really want to know what she was doing.
Whistling I went to the next door and found a sparsely decorated room that looked like it was as clean as regulation would want. Sarge's room.
I still wanted to mess up someone's room, and since Quinn decided to forever annoy Simmons by moving his stuff only one inch, I'd get Sarge by making his room look like Grifs. Maybe he'd shoot Grif, but then our hard work of trying to kill him with bleach would be in vain... What to do, what to do, what to do...
Fuck it.
3rd Person POV - Blue Base
Hallows and Baggins, were laying on their stomachs in a shady part of the cliff, looking over Blue Base as they surveyed their handy work.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES RED! GET DOWN HERE!" Church shouted from down below where he and Tucker were hiding, cover from helmet to boots in various shades of red and pink paint. For the past two hours, they'd been walking through the minefield that was their base, careful of taking a step for fear of more paint exploding from the various forms of bombs hidden within.
They'd escaped outside only to find themselves hiding behind the rocks from their attackers. The red armor was seen on the cliff even with the shade the person was lying in.
Hallows grinned before grabbing a paint grenade from the box by his feet and crawled backwards so he could get up and throw the grenade. Years in baseball did him good as the sixteen year old tossed the magenta grenade right behind the two Blues.
"Fuck!" Tucker shouted before he was jumping out from his cover to escape the grenade. He made it only to be hit four times in the chest with red paint.
"Those two fuckers are going down!" Church said as he appeared with his sniper rifle in hand, covered in the magenta paint Tucker had just escaped. Looking up he took aim and fired. The two on the cliff didn't even move as the four shots landed above them before the red one unloaded another clip of red paint on the cobalt Spartan. This time, right on the arm.
"TRY AGAIN ASSHOLE! MAYBE YOUR AIM WILL IMPROVE!" A voice called from the cliff with a laugh before another grenade came their way.
"I'm gonna fucking kill them." Church said.
Meanwhile, the future Church looked on from a safe spot away from his base, flinching every time the two teens on the cliff let loss their paint on his past counterpart.
"Fuck, I forgot about Vortex." He cursed before debating going up to talk to the two teens. When his counter part got shot down again by the marksmen of Team Vortex, he decided against it.
"Is that another Church over there?" Hallows asked and his best friend turned to zoom over where the older boy had pointed.
"That must be future Church." Baggins said before firing one shot at the cobalt Spartan. The hidden AI fell over as the shot hit him square in the heart or where it would be behind the armor if he had one.
"Nice shooting." Hallows commented before picking up another grenade and chucking it at the other two.
"Thank you." Baggins said before returning fire as the past Church started firing live rounds at the boys again.
Back at Team Vortex's Base - Later that Day
"Did you guys have fun?" Honey, brown and blue eyes all looked up at their short haired, strawberry blonde, green eyed team leader in innocents as the team sat armor less around the dinner table eating a quick meal their leader had made for them. Their meal consisted of potatoes, chicken in teriyaki sauce and glasses of pop that Quinn had found in the fridge.
There was a look of mirth in Quinns eyes when her team just shrugged. The looks passed between Hallows and Baggin's wasn't unnoticed by the leader and second in command though.
"Alright, what did you two do now?" Hunter demanded while Quinn wondered why the most responsible one of their group ended up with the Black Ops position. It really should have been Hunter to receive the title of Team Leader.
"Um... We used up all the pink and red paint ammo for the sniper rifle and the paint grenades?" Baggins asked hesitantly and the two females sighed.
"Men..." Hunter growled in exasperation before looking at Quinn who was resting her head on the table.
"Bucky forgot to mention we used up more then half the paint bombs. Sorry boss." Hallows said before his face was being shoved in his dinner by their leader.
"Eat your damn dinner." Quinn said, not even lifting her head from the table as she released her friend. "Tomorrow we torment and watch both teams. I'll see what I can do about the ammo. There was a number on the backside of the letter to call if we ran out."
With that, their leader stood up and left the table with an empty plate. Hunter and Baggins bursting into laughter after she left at the food smeared all over their friends face.
Hallows looked livid before it melted into an evil grin.
An Hour Later-
"HALLOWS YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Corvus looked up from where he sat playing Call of Duty Black Ops 2 with Gabby.
"I'll see you later Gabs, I got a demon boss to run from." The male said before sprinting out of the room. Not a moment later a pink blur came in and stopped in front of Hunter who had to contain her laughter. Her CO was covered in what looked like sparkly pink paint. The tacky kind.
"Where. Is. He?" Tessa demanded and Gabby just pointed in the opposite direction then Corvus had run. She figured she'd give him a head start. Corvus would need it when Tessa looked this mad. Tessa had ninja hearing anyways thanks to her implants. She'd be onto him like a blood hound in no time.
Bucky peeked out from behind the door he'd be smashed behind once the CO left to look over at the last sane girl on his team.
"Wanna still play?" He asked and when she nodded he sighed a breathe of relief. No dying for him today.
Back to Quinn's POV - Next Day
"Fucking asshole, it took forever to get that shit out of my hair." I growled as I stood just outside the cave entrance. I was back in my armor and my DMR was ready to fire as I packed blue, green and purple paint to fire at the Reds after I'd gone and done some remodeling in Simmons room again. The computers in our base were like the cave system below, we could watch into each base and we'd had a spectacular show of Red Teams reaction to their rooms.
Grif had fainted. Simmons had looked like someone had killed his puppy. Lopez looked about as surprised as a robot could at seeing the engine he'd been working on was fully put together and functional, and Sarge. I hadn't known what Hunter had gone to do, but the mess in Sarge's room had sent the older man on a Grif hunt that ended up with Grif receiving several kicks from his CO.
"Quinn!" A voice called from behind me and I turned, firing without a second thought and nailing the person behind me with purple paint. Hallows uncovered head was plastered with the paint. To say he looked disgruntle was an understatement.
"Children, enough." Hunter said as she came to stand beside me with her rocket launcher. It didn't go unnoticed the six rockets on her back were loaded with blue paint. At this rate we'd start a war between the two teams.
"Baggins, you and Hallows are going to go spy on the Blue's let us know their every movement." Hunter ordered as the Baggins appeared. He smirked before dragging Hallows off to look out for the Blues.
"Let's go." Hunter said, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards Red Base.
With the Reds-
"COME OUT OF HIDING YOU COWA-" Splat. Splat. Splat.
"Sir?" Simmons asked as he looked at the paint covered visor beside him. He wondered for a moment if he actually saw smoke coming out of Sarges helmet.
"FIRE MEN! THOSE DIRTY BLUES ARE GOING OT DIE TODAY!" Sarge ordered and Simmons popped up, shooting at the cliff face where he could see two armored forms crouched. One wore green armor while the other was blue with strips that seemed to reflect like a mirror. Reflect right into their eyes constantly.
"SUCK IT BLUE!" Simmons shouted. This seemed to be the wrong idea as four rounds of green hit him in the head and knocked him to the ground.
"They don't even have the decency to kill us. What losers." Grif said before he was being plowed over. Blue paint splattered everywhere like an explosion. The originally orange man was now laying on his back looking like the rest of the ground around him. He now looked like he'd been run over.
"Stop being lazy and shoot them!" Sarge ordered.
"I have to ask, when did the Blues actually get someone who can shoot?" Simmons asked as he continued to fire.
"EAT THIS BAKAS!" A male voice shouted with glee before the blue one stood up with a rocket launcher on their shoulder.
"Son of a bitch!" Simmons and Grif shouted, taking off towards their base. Sarge was still firing, unconcerned while Lopez stood at least a hundred meters from his teams base watching as the three Reds got their asses handed to them by two female humans.
Near Blue Base-
"Holy shit the girls are laying waste to them!" Baggins cheered as he looked through his scope at the Quinn and Hunter. Hunter had just let loose two rockets and completely covered most of Red Base with blue paint.
"When did they get voice modulators?" Baggins wondered aloud as he watched Quinn stand up and shout insults at the retreating forms.
"Stupid mother fuckers-"
"Their gonna go down for that one!"
"I am glad Quinn's attention turned from me to the Reds. I'd hate to be them right about now." Hallows shivered. Not far from the duo, Church watched on in a sort of sick amusement.
So that's what Grif was talking about us shooting rockets of paint at him. Church thought before looking at the two boys cheering on their team members. Best leave them for now then.
"Boss, Church has been watching us since yesterday."
"Church?"
"He means future Church. We'll keep an eye on him for you Quinn."
"Try not to get shot boys."
"This Church we're talking about. He couldn't hit the broadside of a barn."
"Quinn out."
Back at Vortex Base-
The base was quiet as I walked towards the kitchen. So far, it's been a week since we landed, and I was beyond thankful no one in the group had been hit yet with a bullet. I don't know what we'd do if that happened. We'd single handily pissed off everyone in this canyon minus Lopez. Even Future Church was taking shots at us now.
Lopez was lucky I said if anyone did anything to the jeep I'd dump their asses in the training simulator for a few hours on hard. At least the fighting skills from the letter appeared. It was more hilarious though who each of us gained our skills from.
"Your thinking again. That's never good for peoples health or sanity." I glared over my shoulder at Hallows. He stood in the door way to the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand.
"Oh enough with the glaring. You said-"
"It was for a) annoying people, b) people who stare at my ass, c) a and b people, and d) people outside my crazy awesome group of friends." I said with a chuckle.
"There you go," He said before coming over and ruffling my hair. I grinned.
"Now come on, tomorrow Caboose arrives with Sheila and you get to go watch the fun." Hallows said with a smirk before we started walking back to our rooms.
"What would I do without my crazy awesome friends?" I wondered aloud with a content smirk.
"Become a crazy lady?" Hallows asked before taking off. I growled, taking off after him.
"TAKE THAT BACK!" Looks like the momentary truce was over...
I wonder if I shot him of Sheila's cannon if he'd make it.
Dreamer: *Sits on couch snoozing with Team Vortex surrounding her*
Baggins: Hey guys! Hope you like the chapter!
Hallows: Dreamer wanted to say thank you for reading herself, but I think she's dead to the world at the current moment.
Quinn: *Snickers and grins* Thanks to:
-wolfimus prime
-Rebekah Redwolf
-The Voice In Your Head
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