DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN MARVEL, RED VS BLUE, HALO OR ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER!
I apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos in advance!
"Uh, Sarge?"
"Yes, Private Donut?"
"Is that car following us?"
Simmons and Grif looked at Donut while Sarge briefly looked at Donut before focusing on the road.
"What car?" Simmons asked.
"That black car that's been following us since we left In-N-Out." Donut answered while hooking his thumb backwards toward the black Chevrolet SUV. Simmons looked behind the car and indeed a black Chevrolet SUV was directly behind him. It seemed that the sun reflecting off the windshield had completely hidden the driver and passengers from their eyes. Grif turned around as well to get a look at the so called stalker car.
"Why are they following us? Don't they have some other shit to do?" Grif wondered aloud as he gazed upon the SUV.
"So...there is someone following us." Sarge stated.
"Sarge, we need to shake them off before they discover our...you know." Simmons suggested Sarge while looking at Sarge then back at the SUV constantly in a state of worry.
"Don't worry," Sarge replied as he dug into a compartment in the Warthog and retrieved a small rectangular shaped object; a radio communication, "Here," Sarge tossed the small radio to Simmons who barely caught it.
"What's this? Some sort of bluetooth?" Simmons asked as he examined the small object.
"No, Simmons. It's a radio. Call the bluetards. They're going want to know about this." Sarge ordered.
"Yes, sir!" Simmons obediently complied, placing the radio in his right ear. He tapped the radio with his index finger once and held it there. Simmons heard a beep in his right ear, indicating that the blues had answered the radio communication.
"Yo, what's up reds?" Tucker responded through the radio.
In the Black Chevrolet SUV
"What are they doing?" Jennifer asked as she leaned forward to get a good look at the Warthog, unknown to them of course.
"One of their guys has a small object in his right ear. A Bluetooth, perhaps?" Carol replied as she squinted her eyes at the man in the back of the turret-less Warthog; the scout hog basically.
"It seems like a bluetooth of some sort," Natasha spoke before adding, "But it looks like he's trying to establish a connection with someone. Possibly the other group."
"Could you read his lips?" Jennifer inquired to the right of Natasha.
"I could try." Natasha nodded before stepping on the brakes as the Red Team Warthog had stopped at a red light. From there, she used the time to focus on what the man, Simmons, was saying.
She saw his mouth move and she read, 'Tucker, we got this black SUV following us like a fucking stalker. We need to shake them off!' he looked urgent, worried almost.
Natasha cleared her throat, "Tucker, we got this black SUV following us like a fucking stalker. We need to shake them off!" She repeated to the other three Avengers, "I believe that's what he said."
"He's got quite the mouth." Jennifer commented, an amused look formed on her face.
"Why are we following these guys again?" Wanda wondered aloud. She realized she could do other beneficial things instead of following a group of strangers.
Jennifer gave her a weird look, "Because, we got nothing to do? I guess?" Jennifer shrugged.
"Really?" Wanda inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, wait. Why are we even following them?" Carol repeated Wanda's question.
"These people, they're no normal people." Natasha replied as she kept focus on the man who hasn't moved his mouth yet.
"Of course they're not normal! Did you see how they acted at In-N-Out? They're talking about states Maine and Carolina!" Jennifer said, making it completely obvious that the Reds and Blues are not normal.
"...I knew that." Natasha replied. She saw Jennifer open her mouth to reply and Natasha added, "But they talked about states Carolina and Maine as if they were real people. Code names, almost."
Jennifer opened her mouth to speak but closed it.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Carol wondered, referring to the Reds and Blues talking about Carolina and Maine. Unbeknownst them, they were agents of Project Freelancer with one still active.
"Tucker I can't just call Church, Carolina and Washington! They're on their way! If we don't shake them off real quick then we're fucked! They can't find out about us yet!" Natasha interrupted, reading Simmons's lips.
"Man, they are weird. Like really weird." Jennifer commented.
"See, they talk about Carolina and Washington as if they were real people." Natasha pointed out, her grip on the wheel loosened. She never knew she was gripping on the wheel so tight.
"Maybe following them WAS a good idea." Wanda grunted in defeat.
"That's the spirit!" Jennifer enthusiastically patted her back a good three times or so.
"You want me to call Lopez?! He speaks fucking spanish and we can't understand him! Alright, you take the Hog one direction and we'll take the hog the other direction. Alright, good." Natasha read Simmons's lips once more before she saw him take out the communicator and giving it to the driver.
"Hey, where's the other car?" Jennifer wondered aloud, looking through her window and then looking through Wanda's window.
Natasha took a brief glimpse in the rear-view mirror and behold, the other car was two cars behind them. Natasha answered, "Two cars behind us."
Jennifer turned around and looked through the back window and there she saw the other Warthog holding Blue team. "Oh."
Back with Red team…
"What's the plan to shake off those bastards, Simmons?"
"Well, sir. Tucker's going to turn right while we turn left." Simmons answered Sarge. Sarge stepped onto the gas pedal as the light turned green and turned left. Sarge took a look in the rear-view mirror and saw that Blue team took a right but the SUV was still on their tail.
"Maybe...that wasn't such a good idea." Grif sighed in the passenger seat. His eyes darted over to the bag in the middle. Suddenly, he felt better. Better enough to eat all those food in the bag. His hand went to reach for it…
SMACK
"Ow!" Grif yelped and pulled his hand away and used his other hand to rub the stinging spot.
"Don't eat the food yet, fatass. I don't trust you with ALL our food." Sarge growled, narrowing his eyes dangerously at the road, his grip on the wheel tightening.
"Seriously, you could have told me to stop!" Grif shot back, angry, "Did you really have to smack my hand?"
"Yes." Sarge answered without a second thought.
'Of course he would.' Grif mentally did an eye roll.
"They're still following us..." Donut chimed in as he stared back at the black SUV containing the Avengers.
Inside Black SUV
"...Does he really have to stare at us like that?" Jennifer asked, feeling uneasy with the man that could be mistaken as a woman stare at the windshield while they followed him.
"He has every right to stare at us. We've been following them since they left." Wanda shrugged her shoulders.
"...Seriously, can he not stare at us?" Carol said, feeling as uneasy as Jen.
With the Reds
"Donut, you've been staring at that car for 15 seconds." Simmons noticed.
"..." Donut gave no response, his eyes locked onto the SUV. He hasn't even blinked once throughout his staring contest between him and the SUV.
Simmons sighed exasperatedly. This did not go unnoticed by Grif and Sarge, however.
"Dude, you need to chill." Grif said to Simmons.
"I hate to say this...but I agree with Grif." Sarge reluctantly agreed with Grif.
"...What happens if they—anyone finds out about us? Will the Government lock us up and study us like lab rats?" Simmons wondered.
"Huh?" Sarge and Grif simultaneously asked, tilting their heads in confusion. Of course Sarge had to pay attention to the road.
"It's—never mind. You guys aren't intellectual enough to understand." Simmons sighed in defeat.
"Good point." Grif nodded in agreement despite the insult, "We were never too smart enough to understand your mumbo jumbo. Only you can, sadly."
"Yeah, that's true..." Simmons nodded, "Still, you guys need to become intelligent."
"What do I look like? Fucking Bill Nye? No way, Jose. Science and math and shit is your category." Grif replied then pointed at himself with his thumb, "Me? Doing nothing but eating food is my world."
"...I swear your going to get diabetes one day." Simmons sighed, rubbing his temples out of exasperation.
"It's how I live Simmons. It's how I live." Grif replied, looking proud.
Sarge maneuvered the Warthog to round another corner and soon their house was within their line of sight. Sarge noticed that the Blues had beat him and his team to the home, causing him to grumble curse words under his breath.
"We're here..." Sarge grumbled, upset that the Blues had beat them to the house.
"Sarge, what are we going to do about the car that's still behind us?" Donut inquired from the back who had recently broke his gaze from the SUV. Unbeknownst him, breaking his gaze caused every occupant in the SUV to sigh in relief.
"Oh," Sarge blinked, his eyes still focused on the road, "Shit. Simmons you still have the communicator?"
"Uh, yes sir. Want me to establish connection with the blues?" Simmons asked. Sarge nodded and Simmons went on to place the device in his ear once again. Tapping it twice he called Tucker. After three seconds he heard a beep.
"Tucker, we still have those creepy ass stalkers on our ass!" Simmons exclaimed, loud enough for civilians nearby to hear him. The civilians nearby gave each other confused looks before continuing on with their day.
"Dude, just chill. Wash, Carolina, and Lopez are here from what Church told me. They're in the underground base under our house. Seriously, when did we get an underground base under our house?" Tucker asked over the radio.
"That's not what's important right now! Right now, we got a creepy ass car following us. We're heading towards your position. What the fuck do we do?!" Simmons frantically asked over the radio, worried that people might discover that they're from an alternate reality.
"Uh..." Tucker was unable to produce an answer, "Just park the damn Hog and get inside the house. We go underground and tell Church or Carolina or Wash, they'll know what to do. By the time we get out they'll probably be gone." Tucker assured Simmons over the radio. It worked, barely.
"Better work." Simmons grumbled before disconnecting the link between him and Tucker and removing the device out of his ear and tossed it back to Sarge. Sarge managed to catch the device and he placed it into the compartment in the Warthog.
Sarge maneuvered the vehicle to a parking spot next to the blue's vehicle, who were inside by the time they got there. Sarge managed to do a good job with the parallel parking with the Blue's hog behind them and a Toyota truck in front of the Red's Hog. Sarge turned off the engine, made sure to enable security for the Hog, and dismounted from the Vehicle. Simmons and Donut just hopped off the back and quickly made their way into their temporary home. Grif managed to exit the passenger seat, albeit he had a little trouble lifting himself from the seat. Sarge and Grif quickly made their way into the house where Simmons and Donut were already inside, taking a seat at a nearby couch.
Meanwhile, the black SUV parked a bit further away from the house to avoid suspicion. Natasha kept the engine on so that the A/C would be enabled as it was a hot day today in Manhattan.
"So, we're going to be like those two stooges in the move Home Alone?" Wanda asked in the back left seat;behind Natasha's seat, with dry humor.
"Kind of," She-Hulk/Jennifer shrugged her emerald green shoulders. She still felt uncomfortable in her position inside the SUV due to her height, "Can I get out? It's getting really uncomfortable back here."
"No," Natasha answered then went on to explain, "If you don't want to arouse suspicion then I suggest that you stay in the vehicle. They would be wondering why a certain superhero is outside their home."
"Also the neighbors as well." Carol added to Natasha's explanation.
"And the civilians nearby as well." Natasha nodded, folding her arms.
"How long do you suppose we wait? They're probably hiding inside the house. We're wasting time." Wanda said, against the idea of waiting inside the SUV for god knows how long just to find info on those random guys.
"I've got nothing better to do." Jennifer admitted.
"Eh, same. I could always train but I already did that." Carol shrugged her shoulders, turning around
"I'm on leave." Natasha simply said as she turned around, "I suppose this is what I'm reduce to do."
"You still haven't answered my question." Wanda frowned.
"30 minutes. If nothing happens within those 30 minutes, we leave." Natasha answered her question.
And so they went on watching the house from their car.
Blood Gulch crew/Project Freelancer operatives residence…
Sarge, Donut, Simmons, and Grif made their way into the elevator they didn't even know that was in their house. Once inside, Sarge found two buttons on the right panel. One button read 'Home' and the other read 'Underground' Sarge pushed the underground button and the doors to the elevator slowly closed. From there, the elevator makes it's way to the underground base under the residence.
"...Since when did we get an elevator?" Grif wondered aloud, examining the elevator walls, marbled walls to be precise.
"I have no fucking clue." Simmons replied, just as confused as Grif was. No words were spoken during the ride. In 19 seconds, a ding rang throughout the elevator, indicating that they had arrived underground. The doors to the elevator slowly slid open, revealing a huge underground base.
The reds stepped out and entered the underground base, observing.
"I don't remember this being here." Simmons attempted to recall any memory of seeing this underground base but no memories popped up.
"When did THIS, happen?" Sarge asked aloud, referring to the underground base.
"And where are the Blues and Carolina and Wash?" Donut wondered, searching for any signs of them.
"Right behind you." A voice answered causing the Reds to spin around a meet Tucker already geared in his meta armor. Along with Tucker was Lopez, Caboose, Doc, Carolina, and Washington who were already geared in their respective armor.
"What the-?" Sarge gasped in surprise.
"Weren't expecting us to be ready so soon, Sarge?" Church asked through Tucker's suit before appearing between the two groups, "Sup, reds."
"...When did you guys find time to build all this shit?!" Grif exclaimed, his voice raised to the point of yelling. Warthogs were in rows and columns based on their variant such as the M12 LRV or the M12G1 to the M12A1 to the M831. At least fifty Warthogs were in each group of variant, creating about 200 Warthogs within the huge underground base. Along with the Warthogs were the Scorpion tanks on the other side. Three rows of scorpion and two columns were placed on the opposite side of where the Warthogs were placed, separating them. Along with the Scorpions were four Grizzly tanks (Halo Wars) in a square. Then came the Mongooses and it's other variant; the Gungoose. The two ATV vehicles littered the corner diagonal of the Scorpions. Four rows of Mongooses and three columns. Two rows of Gungoose's and three columns. Then there came the Cobras and Wolverines in the opposite corner of the Mongooses. The Wolverines made up four rows and four columns while the Cobras made up three rows and three columns. All the vehicles were neatly and evenly spaced between each other; organized.
"Eh, you can thank Lopez. He's a really fast worker once you overclock him. And I mean REALLY, REALLY fast." Church replied, still shocked at how Lopez worked.
"It's like that time in Vallhalla." Simmons recalled, remembering the huge underground storage/simulation test Lopez had built. That was as small as a cheap apartment compared to this underground base.
"And he did a mighty fine job on that. He was efficient." Sarge nodded to that, "Excellent work, Lopez!" Sarge enthusiastically congratulated his machine.
"Fuck you!" Lopez replied, knowing that Sarge wouldn't understand.
"My pleasure, Lopez." Sarge gave Lopez a small smile, bowing.
"Sarge...did you just bow?" Simmons asked incredulously.
"Why, yes I did Private Simmons." Sarge confirmed, proud that Lopez built this. 'Suck it bluetards!'
"This place is fucking huge!" Grif exclaimed, "Where the hell did you all get the vehicles?"
"From Staff of Charon," Washington answered, "They really were ready for war. Plus there's more vehicles in the hangar and the other garage."
"You're kidding?" Grif gave Washington an unbelieving look.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Washington asked, his face showing that he wasn't kidding.
"So, why were we called here?" Sarge asked Church, wanting to get back to the topic at hand.
"Well, multiple bank robberies occurred throughout Manhattan. NYPD is scrambling as many officers as they can and vigilantes such as Spider-Man and Daredevil are helping out in any way possible."
"But?" Sarge asked, knowing there was a 'but'
"BUT, even that's not enough to stop the crime spree. Multiple deadlocks occurred while bank robberies. It's basically the Purge." Church responded.
"The Purge?" Carolina gave Epsilon a curious look under her helmet.
"It's a movie I found while gathering data. It's when the US goes to hell with all crime legal for a whole day." Church replied, answering her question.
"Wow, hate to be there when it happens." Doc said, shuddering at what it would be like to live a day where everyone is allowed to do any crime for 24 hours.
"That's fucking stupid!" Simmons exclaimed.
"Don't blame me, blame Hollywood." Church raised his hands defensively while shaking his head, "Don't get why people are into that."
"People actually watch it?" Sarge asked, "And they enjoy it?"
"Duh, it's a movie. Movies are meant to be watched." Grif answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
"I that Grif." Sarge growled.
"Anyway," Church interrupted, "Back to the crime spree, we need to help the NYPD and vigilantes."
"So? Time to get a rollin'! Let me just grab my trusty shotgun and I'll be on me way!" Sarge said excitedly before rushing out to grab his gear...in which he stopped, "Where's me gear?"
"Here," Washington grabbed a Charon crate near an elevator and placed it down in front of Sarge with a grunt, "In here."
Sarge nodded in thanks before opening the crate and indeed he found his armor. He began to place his helmet on first before equipping the torso, legs, arms, hands, etc. Within a minute, Sarge was fully decked in his Red armor, standing proud.
"Hey, where's our armor?" Simmons asked Wash, who merely pointed to three other crates near the elevators. "Oh, thanks."
Simmons, Donut, Grif quickly made their way to the three Charon crates near the elevator. Simmons opened the crate to the left and found that it was Grif's.
"Grif, you're armor right here!" Simmons called to Grif. Grif nodded and went to replace Simmon's spot. Donut opened the middle crate and found that it was his armor. Clothes still on, he began to place his lightish red helmet upon his head before equipping the other pieces.
Simmons went over to he last Charon crate that has yet to be opened. He approached it and used his hands to remove the top, revealing his Maroon armor inside. He began to place his helmet and worked his way down to his feet.
Within two minutes, Simmons, Grif, and Donut were decked in their respective armor. The three then rejoined with the rest.
"Now I need is my weapon." Sarge muttered. "Where's is my weapon?" He asked Washington. He noticed that the rest were not equipped with weapons either.
"In the armory, we were just heading there." Washington answered.
"Well, lead the way then good ol' Washington." Sarge gestured Washington to proceed.
"Actually, Lopez is taking us there since he built this underground base." Doc chimed in, revealing that Lopez was leading them.
"Yeah, we were just on our way." Washington nodded, "Lopez?" He gestured for Lopez to lead them to the armory. Lopez went in front of the group and down the middle of the Warthogs and Scorpions, leading to a large metal door, which looked like it could fit at least five Scorpions if they were side-by-side. The rest followed him and they saw Lopez retreat to a panel to the right side of the large door. He imputed the code '6424' into the panel and the door opened, slowly. Lopez went back to the group and lead them once again down the large corridor. After Lopez lead the group a good distance away from the metal door which closed, they stumbled upon a room to the left. On the top of the door were bright bold words that read 'Armory'
Lopez stepped in front of the door and it automatically slid open and walked inside the supposed armory. The others followed in tow and they were greeted by the sight of vast weapons lined up against the walls. Weapons ranging from the MA5C, MA5D, M6 Magnum, M7 SMG, M7s SMG, M6 SOCOM Magnum, BR55, M90 CAWS, M45D Tactical Shotgun, M739 LMG, and so on. Covenant weaponry was also against the walls but they were on the right side of the armory. They all searched around the armory for their desired weapons. Of course, Sarge was quick to find his trusty shotgun, the M45D.
"That's all your going to get?" Grif asked Sarge incredulously.
"Yeah, just my shotgun." Sarge nodded.
"Not even a secondary weapon?" Simmons asked.
"Hmm." Sarge hummed before spotting a M90 CAWS and he approached it. He grabbed the shotgun and attached it to his back, "Better?"
"Ehhh..." Simmons said, unsure. Sure he had a secondary weapon but they were only for close quarters.
"Good enough for me." Grif nodded.
"Oh, by the way," Church suddenly said, having everyone's undivided attention on him, "Your going have to take TTR rounds. We have plenty of them in the armory."
"TTR rounds? The hell is that?" Simmons asked, he never heard of a TTR round before.
"Tactical Training Round." Church answered his question.
"Training rounds?! Are you out of your mind?!" Sarge yelled, outraged.
"We can't kill the criminals or we'll be wanted by the superheroes." Church explained.
"...Fine." Sarge reluctantly agreed as he didn't want any superheroes on his ass anytime soon.
"And what if we run into a super-villain, Church?" Tucker asked as he grabbed a M392 DMR from a wall.
"Then if we're sure they can't go down with a TTR," Church began, "We use live rounds." He finished with an invisible smile.
"Heheh, you know blue. I'm actually hoping to run into a super-villain." Sarge chuckled as he knew wishing to face a super-villain was crazy.
"Um, Church?" Caboose asked innocently.
"Yes, Caboose?" He replied.
"Where's Freckles?"
"He should be on that crate over there, Caboose." Carolina answered for Church, pointing to a crate that was in the corner of the large armory. She retrieved her desired weapon, BR55 and a M6 Magnum.
"Thank you, Carolina!" Caboose called back as he rushed towards his robotic companion. He picked it up and asked, "Freckles?"
"...Yes, Captain Caboose?" The weapon replied.
"Oh, good! It's you!" Caboose then hugged the weapon tightly.
Simmons grabbed a BR55 and a M392 DMR as he had good experience with both weapons. Grif grabbed a BR55, much like Simmons, and a MA5C. Donut grabbed two M6 Magnums and a M392 DMR. Lopez grabbed a BR55 and M7s SMG. Finally, Washington grabbed a SRS99-AM rifle and a BR55 to go along with it. None decided to bring grenades as they knew it was too dangerous. They all went to the middle of the Armory and retrieved TTR rounds for their weapons from a crate.
"Uh, Church? What do I do with these?" Caboose asked Church while holding a TTR magazine for Freckles.
Church sighed next to Carolina, "Carolina?"
"I got it, Church." Carolina sighed in response before motioning Caboose to approach her. He did as told and once he was close, Carolina grabbed the magazine in his hand and Freckles. She released the current magazine in Freckles before replacing it with the TTR magazine.
"Grab more of that, Caboose. You're going to need it." Carolina told Caboose.
"Okay!" Caboose nodded and complied, retreating back to the crate to grab more TTR magazines.
"Hey, Church!" Simmons called while reaching into the crate to grab more TTR magzines for his BR55 and M392 DMR. Church disappeared from Carolina and reappeared next to Simmons.
"Sup?"
"Do you think we could use these TTR rounds for the Warthog turret?" Simmons asked curiously.
"Hmm." Church hummed in thought, tapping his chin. "I think so. Hey, Lopez!"
"Yes?" Lopez responded while just finishing placing a TTR mag in his BR55 and grabbing more for extra ammo.
"Do—is it possible to use these TTR rounds for the mini-gun on the Warthog?" Church asked the Spanish speaking robot.
Lopez gave in some thought, curious himself, before answering, "...Yes. Let me get right on it." before he finished grabbing extra TTR mags and left the Armory.
"Well, he said yes. He's probably going to do that right now." Church answered Simmons's question, turning around.
"Oh," Simmons blinked underneath his helmet, "Sweet."
"Oh. I almost forgot." Church said before shouting, "Hey! Bring some live rounds just in case we deal with a super-villain or a meta-human!"
"Okay!" The whole room chorused in response before returning to their tasks. Sarge grabbed the TTR shotgun shells designed for both variants of shotguns that he was equipped with. He placed 8 shells in his M45D and pumped it once. He placed the M45D on his back and grabbed his M90 CAWS and placed 12 shells into it. He also made sure to grab live round shells just in case. Just before he was ready to leave, his eyes were able to spot a box containing shotgun shells that he had never seen before. Curious, he returned back to the crate which was being mauled by the many hands grabbing for ammo. He grabbed the box with his left armored hand and brought it to his face, examining it. He turned it around before finding the name of the rounds.
"Armor-piercing shells." Sarge read the title. He tilted his head in confusion before opening the container. He reached into the small box and grabbed eight shells that were green instead of the standard red. He brought a green shotgun shell to his helmet's visor, his eyes examining every detail in the shell.
"Might as well have these on hand." Sarge muttered before grabbing all the Armor-piercing shells and saving it for later. Once finished, he headed for the exit.
"We all ready?" Washington's voice rang out in the Armory, finished grabbing TTR rounds and live rounds.
"Yes." The whole room replied, already finished grabbing what they need.
"Good." Washington nodded, "We need to get to the Garage. We'll find a vehicle in there."
"Oh, baby. I'm ready." O'Malley said sinisterly, carrying his trademark M41STS Rocket MAV.
"Woah, woah Doc!" Church exclaimed, disappearing from Simmons then reappearing once more in front of Doc, "You can't bring that."
"And why not?" O'Malley's evil voice asked.
"You'll putting civilians and criminals at risk!" Church explained, throwing his hands in the air.
"...Can't I bring this as a final resort? Say...for a super-villain?" O'Malley asked, attempting to find a way to bring the Rocket Launcher with him.
"...Sure." Church reluctantly replied, "BUT, BUT! Only for SUPER-VILLAINS, got it?" He told O'Malley sternly.
"Crystal." O'Malley nodded, agreeing to the terms before leaving to grab an MA5D assault rifle and quickly picking up TTR magazines and live magazines as well for the rifle. He released the current Magazine in the MA5D before slamming in a fresh TTR one. "I'm ready."
"Alright, lets roll." Carolina ordered before walking towards the entrance/exit and exited the Armory with the others following. They then walked towards the Garage of vehicles.
"I don't think it should be called a Garage." Grif commented while they walked towards the garage, "It's more of a base if you ask me."
"That's why it's called an underground base, moron." Tucker replied to Grif's comment.
"Seriously, how did Lopez do all of this?" Grif asked in amazement, still processing that Lopez built the underground base in a matter of 24 hours.
"I ask myself the same thing." Washington chimed in.
"You know Sarge," Church began, appearing next to Tucker as they walked towards the garage, "I think it's some sort of coincidence that Lopez happened to speak Spanish but he can work fast. Guess it's to compensate for us understanding him."
"Huh?" Sarge tilted his head, confused.
"I'm saying that Lopez speaks Spanish; a flaw, might I add. Then he can work super efficiently; an advantage. Guess it comes with the robot kit package, right?"
"I don't remember reading that in the manual." Sarge muttered, unable to recall such thing in the Robot 'How 2 build 4 dumb people' manual.
"I...don't it was supposed to be in the manual. Guess it kinda happened." Church shrugged his AI shoulders.
"Jesus H Chirst." Grif gasped. They had finally arrived to the garage/Underground base. The others looked at him oddly.
"What, Grif?" Simmons asked, his own eyes darting around the garage searching for something to gasp for but none came to mind. In response, Grif placed his right hand on his helmeted forehead.
"I can not just get used to seeing these many vehicles in here." Grif sighed, though amazed.
"Get used to it you orange baby. This is practically a playground but for adults!" Sarge exclaimed in excitement.
"Hello." Lopez greeted in Spanish, pulling up with the modified M12 LRV.
"Did you fix the turret?" Church asked the robot that no one could understand.
"Yes." Lopez nodded his brown robotic head.
"Sweet!" Church exclaimed.
"Hey, now hold on a minute blue." Sarge interjected, "What's going on?"
"Church asked Lopez to fix the turret to the Warthog so that it fires TTR rounds instead of it's normal 50. Cal rounds, sir." Simmons answered for Church.
"Oh, really?" Sarge asked, suddenly interested. "So we can use this baby to attack those criminals without killing them?"
"Sure do, they'd be knocked out with this gun with it's fire rate of 900 rounds per minute." Church described.
"But what about that stalker car that's outside? The black SUV?" Donut pointed out.
"Tucker told me about it," Church seemingly brushed off the fact that a black SUV was parked outside their residence, stalking them. "Let me check the outside cams if they're still there." Church disappeared to check the outside cameras. Within five seconds, he reappeared in his AI form holding his Sniper Rifle.
"I didn't see it, must have left." Church told the others.
"Oh, thank god!" Simmons sighed in relief, "I thought we were dead!"
"You guys need to be more careful out there." Carolina chastised them, "Where were you when they started following you?"
"Oh, we just went to In-N-Out and ordered our food." Tucker answered.
"OH, SHIT!" Grif suddenly exclaimed.
"What's happening, Private Grif?" Sarge questioned, hearing the urgency in Grif's exclamation.
"THE FOOD!" Grif replied, "WE'VE GOT TO GO BACK AND GET THE FOOD OR WE'LL DIE!" Grif dramatically yelled. Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Everyone had their 'Are you serious' looks beneath their helmets save for Church.
"God dammit, Grif!" Simmons shouted as he shook Grif by both of his shoulders, "Now is not the time for worrying about our god damn food!"
"Are you for real?" Church asked Grif in disbelief. "You're worried...about fucking food?"
"Not just food! Cheeseburgers and fries!" Grif defended himself and his lust for food.
"Are you serious?" Carolina asked with a raised eyebrow underneath her Recon helmet. She placed her right hand against here helmeted temple, attempting to ease the oncoming headache. "Please, for the love of god, tell me he's not serious."
"Unfortunately, he's very serious." Sarge answered with a sigh, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Grif, you gotta stop eating too much. You need to lose weight! What if we were to come across a villain and you can't keep up?" Washington asked the fat Private.
"Yeah, um...I agree with Agent Washington said." Caboose agreed with a nod, his hands kept a firm grip on his rifle; Freckles.
"I concur." Freckles agreed.
"We've got to hide every food on the planet if we want Grif to lose weight." Lopez said with dead seriousness, "Then again, he'll find a way to make anything into food." Lopez added, remaining in the driver seat of the Warthog.
"Oh, don't be ashamed Grif buddy!" Donut cheered enthusiastically, "I'm sure with my diet you'll be in shape in no time!"
"And what exactly is your diet?" Doc inquired curiously.
"I only eat food that are more than 3 using the digit method." Donut answered.
"That's your new diet, Private Donut?" Sarge asked, approaching the modified Warthog that Lopez was still sitting in.
"Yup!" Donut replied with pride, placing both his hands on his hips.
"Digit method? You mean that method used for lazy people with the vitamin A and C and sodium and shit?" Simmons inquired, removing his hands from Grif's orange armored shoulders and turning around to face Donut.
"Sure, do! I went on the internet and people had great results!" Donut nodded.
"I think we should bring another Warthog, the troop variant." Lopez suggested from his driver seat.
"I think we should bring another Warthog, the troop version." Church suggested, unknowingly translated Lopez.
"Are you mocking me?" Lopez accused Church, offended.
"Actually, Sarge, Lopez, Donut, Grif, Simmons, and me will take two modified Warthogs with the turret using TTR rounds while the rest take a Warthog and Carolina will take a Gungoose loaded with TTR SMGs." Washington suggested a better idea.
"That works too. Alright, I'm with Tucker, Carolina, Caboose, and Doc and the reds are Wash. One Freelancer for each team, right?" Church noticed.
"That's right." Washington nodded before motioning Lopez to grab another Warthog modified to incapacitate. Meanwhile, Carolina set out to the corner of which the Mongooses and Gungooses were perfectly parked. She hopped onto a Gungoose and ignited it's engines and drove back towards the group. Lopez returned with another Warthog that he quickly modified and hopped out, the engine to both hogs still enabled.
"Lopez?" Church called, waiting for their two modified Warthogs. Lopez didn't want to go and grab them so he pointed to two Warthogs that were recently modified. Church nodded in thanks before disappearing into Tucker's armor. Tucker, Caboose, and Doc set out to get the Warthog. Tucker hopped into the driver seat, Caboose entered the passenger seat, and Doc/O'Malley jumped into the turret seat in the back. O'Malley made 360's with the turret, moving it left and right to make sure the turret was good. Once he was satisfied he nodded towards Tucker who had turned to him. Tucker returned to the steering wheel and pushed on the gas pedal and return to Carolina.
Sarge hopped into the driver seat into one of the two Warthogs, Grif entered the passenger seat in his Warthog, and Simmons manned the gun in the back. Lopez jumped into the driver seat, Donut went around and entered the passenger while Washington went to the back and hopped onto the gunner.
Soon, the Reds and Blues were already set in their vehicles. The Reds and Wash had two Warthogs while the Blues and Carolina had one Warthog and a gungoose; Carolina driving the gungoose.
"We split up, two teams. Team Red will go right and deal with any crime the NYPD can't handle while we go left and do the same." Church told everyone who nodded to the plan.
"Alright, so how do we get out of here? There some elevator for our vehicles?" Sarge asked, curious himself as he wondered how they would ever get out with their vehicles.
"I'm sure Lopez would lead the way." Simmons answered, knowing Lopez built all this then he must have built an exit.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Church agreed, "Lopez?"
"Yes. Follow me." Lopez then lightly pushed on the gas pedal and the Warthog moved forward, it's tires spinning. The other two Warthogs and Gungoose followed his vehicle. Lopez lead them to another metal door; opposite of the metal door that contained the Armory. The metal door opened automatically, motion sensors detecting the vehicle in range. The metal door slowly slid open and once it was finished, Lopez's Warthog moved forward with the others following. Inside the room were many aircraft vehicles lined up in rows and columns, same as the garage.
"Woah." Everyone save for Lopez, Carolina, and Washington gasped in amazement.
"Now this is cool." Grif spoke up, his voice holding amazement. They passed by many aircraft vehicles such as the AV-14 Hornet, AV-22 Sparrowhawk, AC-220 Gunship, Type-26 GSA or Covenant Banshees, D79H-TC Pelican, D77-TC Pelican and so much more. The larger vehicles, the Vultures, and Pelicans, were more spread out within their neatly and organized rows and columns, showing just how big the room was.
"How would these ships escape?" Simmons asked Lopez curiously. He looked around a bit and couldn't help but notice that there weren't any places that the vehicles could leave the hangar as they drove.
"There's an opening above us that opens automatically when the aircraft is detected by the motion sensors." Lopez explained while using his left hand to point upwards as they drove down the straight path. Simmons followed his finger and indeed he saw a noticeable line down the middle of the ceiling and yellow and black caution colors along the left end and as well as the right end.
"Oh...makes sense." Simmons nodded in understanding, "But where does this lead to? Won't the aircraft be seen by anyone? Wouldn't it hit anything, like a building?" Simmons threw questions towards Lopez.
"Okay, let me answer this Lopez." Church sighed within Tucker's armor. "You see, those cars and buildings all around our house?"
"Uh huh." Simmons nodded.
"Well...they're fake. Sort of." Church revealed.
"Bu-but how! They look so real!" Simmons exclaimed in surprise.
"You know that underground simulation thing Lopez built back on Valhalla?" Church recalled.
"Yeah..." Simmons nodded before it came to him. "So those buildings are fake! We basically live in the middle of nowhere! But what if that car already discovered it!"
"Don't worry. Lopez showed me that he can make the buildings and cars have physical properties so that people don't pass through them, which I might add, was impressive."
"Seriously, Lopez. How did you do that?!" Tucker exclaimed from his driver seat, right behind the Red's vehicle.
"That's really impressive, Lopez. Good job." Washington complimented from the gunner seat of Lopez's vehicle.
"Thanks." Lopez replied before the car came to a halt and the others followed as well to avoid hitting each other. They came across another metal door and it slowly slid open, revealing a large elevator that could hold at least seven Scorpions. Lopez drove in the elevator and so did the others.
"My...god." Grif whispered in awe, looking all over the elevator. The elevator shook before they felt that they were going upwards. Everyone looked above and the ceiling slid open, light hitting their visors. The elevator slowed down as it reached the top and then completely stopped, indicating that it reached its destination. The Reds and Blues found themselves in a medium sized sandbox that could hold up to well over four Scorpion tanks. Then they saw a medium sized passageway, easily able to fit a Scorpion and Lopez drove towards it. The others followed him through the passageway. After traveling straight for about a minute they found their residence within their line of sight. They noticed that they were in an alleyway in front of their house, a building to their left and a building to their right. The alleyway was wide enough to hold a Scorpion, courtesy of Lopez. Lopez was first to exit the alley and it looked as if he were about to collide with two sedans but he past right through them, the sedans flickering in the process.
"Woah." Doc said with awe. Sarge's vehicle followed Lopez through the two Sedans, Tucker's vehicle followed and finally Carolina came through the two sedans. They all found themselves on the road, they were directly in front of their residence.
Sarge rested his arm on his steering wheel and turned to look at Tucker.
"So we go right?" Sarge asked, making sure that they were doing as they were told.
"Yeah, we'll go left. Carolina follow Tucker's vehicle. Tucker, I'll navigate. Sorry Reds your on your own to navigate." Church apologized.
"Don't worry." Washington assured, "I'll navigate Lopez."
"Okay." Lopez responded, his hands on the steering wheel and his robotic foot inches from the gas pedal.
Washington turned to look at Sarge, "You follow us, don't go anywhere on your own." He told Sarge sternly.
"Roger that, Agent Washington." Sarge nodded.
"See you on the flip side." Church bid farewell, "Let's roll." He told Tucker. Tucker nodded before pushing the gas pedal and the Warthog took off to the left with Carolina following on her GunGoose.
"Alright, Lopez keep going straight. Sarge, make sure you follow us." Washington turned around from his gunner seat and gave Sarge a hard stare.
"Oh...alright." Sarge begrudgingly complied before he turned around to look up at Simmons in the gunner position. "Simmons!"
"Yes, sir?" Simmons responded, awaiting his command.
"Be on the look out for notorious crooks. Those bastards have it coming." Sarge ordered Simmons with a small smirk underneath his helmet.
"Yes, Sir!" Simmons complied, tightening his grip on the turret and remaining vigilant.
"Kiss-ass." Grif quietly chuckled in the Passenger seat. Fortunately, Sarge and Simmons couldn't hear him. Lopez followed Washington's directions, moving the Warthog forward with Sarge's Hog following close behind.
"I wonder where that SUV went to." Simmons wondered aloud in the gunner position.
Moments before the Blood Gulch crew entered the Hangar…
Natasha Romanova, Carol Danvers, Wanda Maximoff, and Jennifer Walters were still hanging inside Natasha's SUV, watching the house intently. It's been 25 minutes and no sign of activity was seen within the house. As if they had vanished. No lights were on through the windows, no shadows moving across the floor. Nothing. Nada.
"Could we leave now?" Wanda impatiently asked from the back, "It's been about 25 minutes and we haven't seen anything happen inside the house."
"That's weird." Carol muttered as she looked around the Neighborhood.
"Of course it's weird. No stuff happened in the house. It was like they were ghosts! Figment of my imaginations!" Jennifer exclaimed as she intently watched the house through Natasha's window.
"No not that..." Carol trailed off, "Did you guys notice that not even one single person is walking around the neighborhood in the 25 minutes we've been here?" Carol asked. The others looked around the neighborhood, sidewalks, roads. They couldn't find a single human being. Sure there were parked Sedans, Trucks, SUVs, Bicycles, etc but no cars strangely appeared on the road. Well, save for two cars that were parked in front of the house they were intently watching. And some other cars that passed by but they were heading towards a different direction rather park in the few parking spaces available near the sidewalks. Surely at least a single human soul had to walk outside. But with this neighborhood, no one walked on the sidewalks. No one rode bicycles. It was...weird.
"Your right," Natasha nodded in agreement. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, "Something's not right."
"I'm starting to think this neighborhood is a ghost town." Jennifer said before rolling down her window. She noticed the only sound was the sound of the car's engine and the A/C blowing onto her skin.
"It's silent. I can't her anything," Jennifer noted. Carol then used her super hearing to at least hear the sound of people chatting or footsteps. All she got was dead silence.
"I can't hear anything, even with my super hearing." Carol added to Jennifer's deduction.
"Let's just get out of here. We could figure this out later." Wanda announced from the back, "What's the street name?"
Carol looked at a street sign not far from their location but with her enhanced vision she read aloud, "Tex St."
"Tex street?" Natasha inquired curiously.
"That's what it says." Carol nodded before using her right finger to point at the street sign ahead.
"Hmm." Natasha hummed in thought. Suddenly, their Avenger communicators went off. Carol was the first to answer hers.
"Hello?" She said through the communicator. She could hear the faint noise of struggling and gunshots. Suddenly, on her screen a man with a red mask with white eye lenses with web patterns on his mask popped into view.
"Uh...Hey Carol." Spider-Man panted, showing some signs of exhaustion.
"Spider-Man? What's going on?" Carol asked worriedly.
"Um..." Spidey trailed off before a gunshot rang out over the communicator and Spider-Man's spider-sense allowed him to dodge it. "HA! Missed!" He then shot a web ball towards the crook who had shot the webbed wonder, restraining him with webbing for the time being. Spider-Man returned to the screen, "Oh you know. Just the normal day dealing with crime. This is like my 20th crime. The criminals are having a field day! There's so much crime even I can't even handle it. I hope DD is faring better than me in Hell's Kitchen." Spider-Man replied over the communicator.
Natasha leaned towards Carol's wrist communicator, "What's going on, Peter?" She asked in a serious tone.
"Oh, hey Nat. I kind of need help stopping all these criminals. I'm in a bank down St. Louis. I just-" Spider-Man was cut off as he was moved off of screen for a moment before returning, "Sorry, had to dodge a bullet." Spider-Man said before doing his famous gesture at a criminal holding an M4 Carbine rifle, webbing him. "Just deal with crime for a bit for me, Kay? It's getting a bit hectic out here."
"Copy that, Spider-Man." Carol nodded before cutting the transmission. She looked at Natasha for a moment before Natasha nodded to her. Natasha maneuvered the car to exit the parking space within the neighborhood and went towards Avengers tower to gear up.
With the Reds…
Sarge's vehicle followed Lopez's vehicle down the road. They had recently exited their neighborhood and were now heading towards...somewhere.
"Um...where are we going?" Donut asked Washington in the same vehicle as him.
"I...don't know." Washington admitted, embarrassed, "Somewhere we hear alarms ringing."
"Agent Washington doesn't know what's he doing?" Grif mocked behind him in the passenger seat of Sarge's Warthog, "That's a first!"
"Shut it, Grif!" Washington retorted. Grif laughed in amusement with Sarge and Simmons chuckling shortly after. Washington heard alarms ringing for a moment up ahead before they were cut off.
'They must have disabled the alarms. Luckily I know where it is.' Washington thought before ordering, "Lopez keep driving up ahead. Make the next right turn you see."
Lopez nodded, complying. The two Warthogs with Lopez leading drove down the road. Once Lopez saw a right turn he moved the Warthog to the right with Sarge's vehicle following shortly after. They drove down a road before coming across an intersection. They were in a populated area as people were fleeing in terror though they stopped once they saw the two Warthogs. Many gasped in shock and surprise while the others murmured as the Warthogs passed them without incident. People quickly pulled out their cell phones to take pictures on the Warthogs that were quickly retreating from their vision.
"What was that!"
"Holy Shit!"
"Is that S.H.I.E.L.D?"
"Mother of god..."
Many civilians murmured once the vehicle disappeared. Many were able to capture shots of it before it retreated but they were slightly blurry shots.
"I might get used to this." Grif smiled beneath his helmet before lying back. "I already feel like a celebrity. People taking pictures of me already? How kind of them."
"Up ahead!" Sarge shouted, standing up a bit and pointing his right finger at the bank with destroyed and shattered glass. He almost lost control for a minute when he stood up.
"Sarge! Woah!" Grif exclaimed as the Warthog swerved left and right for three seconds. Grif almost fell out the vehicle.
"Woops," Sarge apologized, "Sorry." He chuckled.
"That's not funny Sarge!" Simmons retorted from the gunner seat. He hanged on for dear life as the Warthog swerved, tilting to the point that it would fall over.
"Hey, Lopez! I'll race ya!" Sarge shouted before he increased the speed on the Warthog, moving towards the bank.
"No! Sarge! Wait—dammit!" Washington cursed as Sarge was out of hearing range. Lopez stopped the vehicle once Sarge sped off towards the bank.
"Damn old man." Lopez cursed his creator. Stopping wasn't such a good idea, though.
"Uh..." Donut trailed off, sounding uneasy. Washington looked at Donut for a moment before taking a look of his surroundings. The once fleeing people stopped to gawk at the vehicle and it's passengers.
"God dammit." Washington sighed, face palming his visor, letting go of the turret.
"Hey! Who the hell are you!"
"What the hell!"
"Are you S.H.I.E.L.D!?"
"Are you from the future!?"
"Nice ride!"
"OH MY GOD IS THAT A TURRET!?"
Many comments were thrown towards the vehicle that stopped. Many people took out their smart phones to snap pictures of the Warthog and it's inhabitants.
"Should I run over them?" Lopez suggested with dead seriousness in his voice. He was considering ramming them with the Hog to stop them from taking pictures.
Washington sighed heavily again, placing his other hand over his helmeted temple while his other hand remained on his face, face palming. He shook his head exasperatedly.
"I swear, Sarge. You are the end of me." Washington sighed to himself rather exasperatedly.
With Sarge, Grif, and Simmons…
"GRIF!" Sarge roared towards the Passenger side.
"Yes, Sir?" Grif shouted back due to the wind whipping their ears from the speed the vehicle was traveling.
"Initiate Epic Entrance Dela-4-4-1!" Sarge shouted, ordering Grif.
"Yes, sir!" Grif complied before pressing a button on the Warthog radio. Instantly Texican music blared over the Warthogs speakers. It was so loud that the inhabitants of the Warthog couldn't hear each other properly. Loud enough for any fleeing civilians ahead to stop and look for the source of the music.
"GRIF! NOT THAT MUSIC!" Sarge screamed to Grif over the music 'Los Dos Laredos Acordeones'
"WHAT!?" Grif screamed back, unable to understand Sarge over the intense and loud music.
"GRIF! TURN IT OFF!" Simmons shouted from the back. He wasn't sure if he should cover both his ears from the loud music or hang onto the gunner seat to prevent himself from falling off from the speed of the vehicle. The vehicle approached the bank faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the entrance of the bank.
Inside unsuspecting bank…
"If anyone makes a move, I'll fry you." A man in a green suit with electricity cackling off of him threatened the hostages.
"Do we wait for the Spider?" A hulking man in a rhino suit asked, coming up to the other man; Electro.
"Yeah, we wait for the Spider." Electro nodded, "Then we fry him." He finished with an evil grin.
"Sounds like a plan." Rhino replied, smashing his fists together. Six gunmen were with the duo of super-villains, patrolling the area. The six gunmen, as they patrolled, watched the hostages intently and to see if one moved. A mother was with her two children, attempting to comfort them. A gunmen, Josh, saw this and an evil grin spread across his face. He approached the family with his M16 in hand and roughly grabbed the mother by her long, black hair. The two children, a boy and a girl around 8 years, protested.
"Mommy!" The two children cried as they saw their mother being taken by Josh. Josh sniffed the mother and he thought she smelt great. She was attractive in any way possible. She was in good shape and the dress she was wearing hugged her curves.
"How bout' you and me have some fun, huh?" The gunmen grinned evilly.
"No! Let go!" The mother protested. He was about to go in for a kiss until…
"What the hell is that music?" Electro shouted in an irritate tone. Everyone stopped and focused on their hearing to hear the music Electro was speaking of. Indeed they did hear the music, getting louder and louder. It was Texican music, courtesy of the Reds. Everyone looked towards the entrance, a glass double door, anxious.
"Electro, what the bloody devils is that music in the background?" A voice asked in Electro's earpiece.
"Uh...Sorry doc. I don't know." Electro replied over the ear piece, unsure.
"...Did that Spider come?" Doc Ock nearly sneered over the communication at the mention of their most hated foe.
"Not yet, Doc." Electro replied, staring at the door as the music became louder and louder.
"...I'll keep in touch." Doc Ock said before severing the connection.
"Whoever is playing that music is going to be dead." Rhino growled in annoyance, cracking his knuckles. The Texican music was really getting to him. Then the music was loud as it ever was until…
CRASH!
An unknown vehicle crashed through the entrance seemingly in slow motion.
"YEEEEEEEHAW!" A southern accented voice yelled in joy.
"WHAT THE FU-HOLY SHIT!" Another voice screamed in terror.
"SARGE!" Another screamed at the supposed driver with the Texican music still playing. The vehicle landed in the smoke. The smoke obscured what the vehicle was.
"TURN THAT CRAP OFF!" Rhino yelled in anger, clutching his ears as the music was as loud as it was before. After a moment, the smoke obscuring the vehicle cleared and revealed a vehicle that they've never seen before. It had what looked like tusks in the front, a turret on the back with someone manning it, four wheels, a windshield but no doors. It was bulky and in military green color. It's headlights were off but they saw its taillights on, if the faint red lights on the destroyed door and wall were any indication. The hostages looked at the vehicle with awe and uncertainty, the uncertainty coming from the huge ass turret on the back.
The Texican music was still playing, "TURN THAT OFF!" The man with the southern accent roared over the music. After a few moments the music clicked off causing many to sigh in relief while Rhino removed his hands from his ears.
"Oh shit, what are we supposed to call ourselves?" A voice whispered from the turret seat within the silent bank.
"Uh...I don't know." A voice from the passenger seat whispered back, "Alright, uh...you'll be...uh...Nerd boy, I'll be awesome soldier and he'll be red leader."
"Wha-!? No, I am NOT being nerd boy!" The previous voice whispered harshly.
"Why not I be Red 1," The southern voice whispered, "He'll be Red 2, and the fat bastard'll be Red-9."
"What!? Why am I number 9?!" The voice whispered back harshly.
"Because, the rest are for future Red soldiers." The southern voice explained.
"No! I am not being Red-9!" The voice replied to the explanation.
"Why not our armor colors? I'm Maroon, Gri-I mean he's Orange, and your Red." The one in the back suggested with a whisper.
"Sounds good." The two voices agreed.
"Hey! We can hear you!" A gunmen, Dave, shouted towards the occupants of the vehicle.
"Hey, where's Lopez and the rest?" Grif whispered to Simmons.
"Shhh!" Simmons harshly shushed, putting a finger to his helmeted mouth.
"Just askin'." Grif replied.
"HEY!" Dave shouted towards the occupants of the Warthog. Said occupants exited the Warthog except for the one manning the gun.
Sarge grabbed his two shotguns secured under his seat once he exited the driver seat while Grif did the same. Grif grabbed his BR55 and MA5C from under his seat which were not secured as they were sprawled across the floor of the seat.
Sarge, once he had his weapons, stepped in front of the Warthog to face the two super-villains and six gunmen. Grif joined him and internally groaned at seeing what he assumed to be super-villains.
Sarge cleared his throat rather loudly, "Ahem! Attention dirtbags holding this bank hostage! Prepare for your inevitable demise!"
"You? Against us?" Rhino scoffed, stepping forward. Sarge narrowed his eyes at the hulking figure. He released his right hand from holding the trigger of the his shotgun, M45D, and raised it. He motioned Simmons from the back to train the turret on the Rhino. Simmons complied and with a whirl he aimed the turret loaded with TTR rounds towards the Rhino. The turret didn't seem to deter Rhino one bit.
Electro stepped forward while the six gunmen with them aimed their weapons towards Red team. "Listen, wannabe heroes." Electro sneered, "Get out or you'll get what's coming to ya."
"Yeah! What he said!" Rhino said, repeatedly smacking his right palm with his left fist, eager for some action. "We're waiting for a certain Spider. Unless you want to help us kill the Spider then you'll leave if you know what's good for ya."
Sarge scowled at the two super-villains that threatened him and his men—well actually man since in his eyes Grif doesn't count as a man. He would count as an accident or a turd. Something worse than man.
Everyone's ears perked up at the sound of yet another vehicle approaching the bank. The civilians gawking at the Reds and their vehicle darted their eyes towards the entrance, expecting another vehicle. Electro, Rhino and the six gunmen tilt their heads in confusion.
"We just got reinforcements." Sarge chuckled. As soon as the words left his mouth another vehicle, similar to the Reds, leaped into the air before landing next to Sarge's left with a loud THUD.
This time no smoke came when the second vehicle landed next to Sarge, only the smoke of the engine and tires hitting the tiled floor. They saw that someone with similar armor as the Reds manned the turret. The man with Black colored armor with Yellow stripes instantly aimed at the Rhino when he saw it. Lopez and Donut exited the vehicle with Lopez keeping in mind to keep the engine on. Lopez and Donut quickly grabbed their weapons beneath their respective seats. Lopez grabbed his BR55 and M7s SMG that was commonly used by ODSTs. Donut grabbed his dual M6 Magnums and his M392 DMR; both loaded with TTR rounds. They made sure to quickly retrieve live ammunition just in case as they saw Rhino and Electro. Donut and Lopez joined Sarge who was holding his M45D shotgun.
"Whoa."
"Wow!"
"New heroes!"
"Are they from S.H.I.E.L.D?"
"The military?"
Many hostages murmured about the men in front of them wearing advanced looking armor along with weapons of unknown design. They also murmured about the subject of their vehicles, particularly the design and the turret.
"Oh my god...is that a turret."
"Where did they get this?"
"That's a nice ride."
"We're saved!"
"QUIET!" Electro roared at the hostages before zapping a wall next to a man, frightening him in the process. All murmurings ceased once Electro sent a blast of electricity near the frightened man.
Electro's actions caused the Reds to narrow their eyes along with Washington. Lopez felt a sudden sense of anger at what Electro did.
"Who the hell are you!" Electro turned around and demanded.
"...That's not important right now." Washington answered for the Reds.
"Obviously your're here to stop us. You guys work for S.H.I.E.L.D?" Rhino questioned them, scowling at the possible S.H.I.E.L.D agents.
"No." Washington answered, surprising everyone.
"Then who do you work for?!" Electro demanded, anger rising.
"..." Washington chose not to respond, which made Electro more angry.
Impatient for an answer, Electro sent a lightening bolt at the Black and Yellow armored individual who was manning the turret; Washington. Washington leaned left, barely avoiding the bolt before he tightened his grip on the turret and narrowed his eyes at Electro. The Reds also witnessed him dodge the attack and now they cocked their weapons with Simmons tightening his grip on the turret, both his fingers ready to squeeze the trigger.
Electro, Rhino, the six gunmen, and hostages looked gobsmacked that the Black and Yellow armored individual dodged the attack.
Washington released his right hand from the turret leaving his left hand to hold on. The Reds along with Simmons on the turret looked at him expectantly. Washington slowly raised his right hand up high, looking like he was ready to backhand someone…
Wash quickly dropped the hand down and pointed it towards the villains and gunmen, "Fire."
A/N: Oh cliffhanger! Did any of you enjoy this chapter? Should there be any romance in this novel? I want to hear from you. Leave some suggestions if you want. Review and give me your honest opinion. Follow and Favorite if you haven't. I'll hold a voting poll on whether this story should have romance or not. Anyway, see you next time!