At the front of the Red Base, a man in red armor known as Sarge was waiting around when Kewell and Dickson arrived.
"Hurry up, ladies. This ain't no ice cream social." he said.
"Ice cream social?" Dickson asked in a rather puzzled manner.
"Wait, what's this shit about ice cream?" Kewell asked he and Dickson exchanged puzzled looks.
"Stop the pillow talk, you two. Anyone want to guess why I gathered you here today?" Sarge asked.
"Uh is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?" Kewell asked.
"That's exactly it, Private. The war's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float, and Simmons here IS IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI!" Sarge said in a rather mocking tone.
"I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."
"Goddamn it, Private! Shut your mouth or else I'll have Dickson here slit your throat while your ass is asleep!"
"Oh I would do it, too." Dickson said.
"I know you would, Dickson. I know you would. Couple of things today, ladies. Red Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gulch Outpost Number One." Sarge stated.
"Shit, we're getting a rookie." Kewell realized.
"That's right, dead man. Our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we received the first part of our shipment from Command. Lopez, bring up the vehicle."
A jeep-like vehicle was parked in front of the base and what seemed to be a soldier in dark gray armor, Lopez, got out of the driver's seat and said, "Buenos Dias, senors. (Translation: Hello, shitheads.)"
"Shotgun!" Dickson shouted.
"Fuck!" Kewell shouted.
"May I introduce our new, light reconnaissance vehicle. It has four inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen, this is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the Warthog." Sarge said.
"Why Warthog, sir?" Dickson asked.
"Because M12 LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son."
"Oh fuck, the damn thing has tusks. Can we think of anything else that also has tusks?" Kewell asked.
"Siso nanda el paso, senor? (Translation: How about a Puma, you dipshit?)" Lopez answered.
"By the way, what the flying fuck is with Lopez? We can't understand a word coming out of his mouth!" Dickson realized.
"Lopez is a robot that I built myself with a robot kit that was sent by Command. I installed his speech unit a few days before you two got here, but the damn thing was a defective model! As a result, Lopez can only speak Spanish and that means that if he gets calls from Red Command, we wouldn't be able to understand him at all!" Sarge said.
The scene then shifts over to Jeremiah and Rivalz, who were once again watching the Reds. Rivalz is now wielding a sniper rifle and said, "Damn, those Red now have a car! We'll have to report this to Command once we return to base."
"It's a good thing that the weapons shipment earlier today included a whole bunch of sniper rifles, because now one of us can snipe shit while the other acts as a spotter. Also, you think that I'm concerned about that car that the Reds have?" Jeremiah replied.
"No, although it's probably because of the contents of the next drop."
"Bingo. We're getting a fucking tank and a rookie that can pilot it. I myself prefer Knightmare Frames, but Blue Command is not authorized to ship those out. At the same time, we're lucky that the Reds have a similar restriction."
"Shit! That means that I'm gonna have to show the new guys the ropes."
"Yep. Also, our next shipment is going to be delivered by none other than the Third Prince himself."
"Wait, Prince Clovis is coming all the way out here in the middle of fucking nowhere to deliver the tank?" Rivalz asked.
"Yes. And even better, we're getting several veteran members of Blue Team from the base at Death Island. Apparently the Blues there had gotten ahold of a crashed shipment of heavy weapons intended for the Red Team at Sidewinder and used them to overrun the Red Base there. Now only about four Blues will be there at Death Island now, all of them rookies that arrived there only two days before the weapons shipment crashed and there were fourteen soldiers at Death Island's Blue Base before the shipment crashed, so we're getting fourteen veteran troops coming in. That being said, the weapons were being sent by Pelican and the bird had crashed near the Blue Base. The pilot had died on impact, but the weapons were completely intact." Jeremiah said before the two left to head back to base.