Blood Gluch Outpost 1-B

Dexter Grif was lying on the roof of the Red Base, his hands behind his head as he bask in the Blood Gluch sun. This was the life. Leaving all his work to Simmons, no battles with the Blues, Donut was doing his nails, and the best part..

"No Sarge!" Grif said with a laugh as he grinned at the thought of Sarge dying. Maybe a shot through the head, or drowning in the rivers, or falling of a cliff, or -his personal favorite- getting blown up by a tank like that Blue guy~. Grif grinned even more as he got comfortable. He looked into the sky with half-lidded eyes thinking about all the great things in the world, pizza, candy, soda, movies, donuts, things like that. All of those things just made life worth living!

Closing his eyes he was almost ready to drift to a nice, comfortable, well deserved nap.

Almost.

Swish

Grif quickly sat up looking around the roof of the base, confusion written on his face. Who would use the teleporter? Simmons? No he had too much work to do, plus he was at the base! Donut? No, the flamboyant boy was at the base too.

Sarge? Yeah it has to be him. That's the only person that would use the teleportor. But... maybe the Blues? 'Haha! Your so funny Grif. There's no Blues around here!' he thought laughing to himself shifting his eyes.

"HOLY CRAP!"

Grif snapped his head around in the direction of Simmons' voice, his legs shaking as they walked him towards the man, his weapon close to him. His breathing was quick as he turned to corner expecting the worse. But all that was there was Simmons staring at a body of what looked like to be a girl.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN?" Grif exclaimed looking between his Red comrade and the girl who was unconscious his eyes wide.

"I-I don't know! I was just walking when I saw her!"

"Is she dead?!"

"I don't know!"

"Oh my god YOU KILLED HER?!"

"I never said that!"

"THEN WHY IS SHE UNCONSCIOUS?!" Grif yelled gesturing at the girl. Simmons just look at him, then the girl, then back at him.

"Maybe you killed her?"

"Or maybe it was Donut?"

"Donut is doing his nails dipshit." The man said with a sigh.

"Maybe that's just what he wants us to think!"

"Grif... I don't think she can breath."

"Of course not Simmons. She's dead!"

"Maybe she's alive and then there's the fact THERE IS NO OXYGEN OUT HERE!" Simmons yelled as he realized that quickly picking up the girl, her head rolling to the side as he nearly ran inside. Grif jogged beside the man with some difficulty. "I still say she's dead. And donut killed her. C'mon there's no one that stupid that isn't a psychopath."

"Whatever Grif." the other man had dropped the body and was searching through their base's storage closet quickly, cursing at all the useless junk they have in it. Why would they even need a treadmill?!

Gasping as he finally found Donut's old armor he turned towards the laziest (and dumber) of the two.

"Help me get her in this."

"Man, I didn't sign up for this much work."

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