Sorry for not being around but...uh...life. I only own my OC yadda yadda you know this part
Arizona POV: the first day
as I stepped into the small military complex I slowed my pace and looked at the computers on the wall. "this is awesome!" I said under my breath, I kept walking till sarge turned and put a pistol to my face. "uh, can you please put that down" I pushed the barrel to the side which he quickly re-corrected "Simmons! Were is shot gun!" I began to pace backwards "one moment sir!" crap! I need to get out of here. What should I do...maybe, no...is that a fat idiot? That is perfect.
"hay sarge who's this guy"i grabbed the fat buffoon in yellow armor and used him as a human shield. I reached for my waist for my own pistol, but it wasn't there. "holy shit! Sarge help me!" my other guns were gone too "dear god help me" fuck! What am I going to do. And there is another guy holding a shot gun, that must be Simmons. "um, sir why does he have Griff?" Simmons inquired as sarge gave him his pistol for the shot gun "i don't know Simmons but I hope he snaps his neck." shit, of course I choose the worthless guy to hold hostage.
Sarge began to speak in his southern accent again "listen, because I can't have you kill him which is a damn shame, just kick him in the balls and you can stay here." no way he was giving me an easy way out, but then again he seems to really hate this guy. Why does deja always stay quiet when I need her most, well worst comes to worst he kills me. I let go of the fat guy took a step back and kicked for his open legs.
He dropped faster then a bug on a bug zapper "fuck...you" he groaned. I looked up Griff's downed body at the other reds, sarge was laughing hysterically and Simmons was amazed. Damn he was telling the truth wasn't he "so that's it I can stay?" I questioned "yes, yes of course you can you marvelous ball crusher" well damn. I walked out of the room to figure out what happened.
Present day
Arizona sat against the log starring at the fire that had a stew cooking over it. Carolina stood up and poured a small bowl of the stew and placed it next to Wyoming who was chained to a tree and stripped of his armor. They continued to sit there like that for another 10 minutes, until Carolina couldn't take it anymore. "so that's is all you remember?" she asked
"yes"
"well, that's not a nice parting memory of them"
"i know but it does remind me of what kept me from insanity"
"and what is that?" Carolina pushed the conversation
"the humor that came from the battles between the reds and blues"
"huh" Carolina grunted "well that's nice but I think we should keep moving before they find us" Wyoming remarked. "shut the hell up Wyoming" Carolina yelled causing the birds around them to fly away. "you know your cute when your angry" Wyoming would not shut up "god! I hate traveling with only men!" she dropped back down onto the log "i take offense to that" Arizona whispered but still got the death stare from Carolina.
The next morning they packed up and threw all their camping gear into the warthog and drove off. They were driving down the highway to sivern city when Arizona spoke up "i can't believe we are going to sivern city the city built over my home town of apache junction." this was not unusual for Arizona to randomly spill information through thinking out loud. As they hit the city limits the car hit a bump and it blew up.