Tucker walked out of Blue base to find Wash working on the tower, some Reds and their robot close by. Lopez 2.0 said something in Spanish that I didn't care to understand, even though somehow I felt like I did, probably some AI thingy, before going and pressing a button, causing Wash to jump at the sudden radio sounds. Lopez 2.0 moved away, looking pleased with himself despite being a robot.

"Holy shit! I fixed it!" Wash exclaimed happily, before walking up to the radio and asking, "Mayday, mayday, this is Agent Washington, can anyone read me? Over," but there was no response but the static. Okay, so they fixed the radio. Or, Lopez 2.0 did, at least.

"... Maybe they're screening our calls," Grif offered.

"What do mean 'they'? Who's 'they'?" Asked Simmons.

"I dunno, people who know us?" Everyone gave Grif a weird look, "Look, I wouldn't pick up the phone if any of you fuckers called me."

Washington stared for a second longer before turning back to the radio, "Mayday, mayday, we are survivors of a shipwreck, and are in need of immediate rescue, please respond!"

"Don't call them back right away, you gotta wait a bit, or else you'll look desperate," Said Tucker, and I gave him "The Look."

"We are running out of food after ship wreaking inside of a box canyon away from any civilian life. I'm pretty sure we're a little desperate," I said as Church walked up to us, now wearing armor thanks to Tucker oh-so lovely directions. Thank goodness Dount wasn't there for that. Speaking of which..

Wash looked at everyone, frustrated that they were all bickering like this, "BE QUIET!" He yelled, effectively silenting us. He looked back at the radio, speaking into it once more, "Mayday, mayday, this is Agent Washington and the red and blue troopers from Project Freelancer! We are stranded, and require assistance, does anyone copy?"

No response.

"Mayday, this is Agent Washington, I am a soldier!"

Still nothing.

"Can anybody hear me?!" He asked, louder this time, before a faint voice could be heard, and Church visibly stiffened, though I didn't know why.

"... Hello? is someone there?" The voice was very familiar to the others, but I knew exactly who it was. Donut.

"Yes! Yes, we're here! Do you read me?" Wash asked.

"...Hello...is this...prank call..." Donut said, static overcoming his voice a little.

"No, no, no," Wash quickly replied, "This is real, please you have to listen to me! My men and I are shipwrecked!"

"Its an emergency!" Simmons yelled.

"Black Hawk down!" Grif yelled.

"Uh... Help?" I offered.

"Code Red!" Sarge said.

"..What? Like a lightish red?" Donut asked, causing everyone but me to pause as they seemed to just realize who they were talking to.

"Yeah, I guess that works," I mumbled.

"Donut, Is that you?!" Sarge asked, walking up to the radio.

"Sarge?" Asked Donut, "Oh hey guys, what have you all been up to?"

Church slowly walked up closer to the radio, acting different, if only a little.

"We're stranded in the middle of the jungle with dwindling food and limited supplies," Sarge deadplanned.

"That sucks.."

"Donut!" I yelled, "You probably don't know me, but I need you to get hold of Command and see if they can help us!"

"Command?" Asked Donut, "I think I know a guy if you want to turn this call into a three way."

Sarge paused briefly, "No...Don't do that. I need you to write down these coordinates," And he proceded to list them as Wash turned around.

"Who is Donut again?" He asked, looking at everyone.

"Cheery guy. Pink armor," Simmons began to list,

"Obsessed with pink being 'light-ish red'," I added.

"Kind of stupid," Grif said.

Tucker ended, "And a little-" Wash cut him off, suddenly realizing something important.

"Wait, did I shoot him once?"

"Bingo." Grif nodded.

"And he's competent enough to trust with our lives?" Wash asked. Not at all. In fact, he's probably gonna get Lopez, grab Doc, hop on a ship, then tell the ship to leave, I thought.

"Sorry, did you say 'five' or 'nine'?" Donut asked Sarge.

"I said eight."

"Oh."

"Right...," Wash said after hearing Sarge and Donut's conversation.

Donut spoke up once more, "Don't worry guys! No matter how deep the bush, Private Donut always finds his man!" Sarge and Washington and I all looked at each other nervously. That's Donut for you.

"Er... roger that son," Sarge said, before the radio static grew louder.

"What was that? Your breaking up!" Donut told them. Church walked up to the tower, kneeling down next to it, before he let out a small shudder. It confused me. He got back up, slowly backing away. I listened harder to the radio as I swore I just heard an evil laugh come from it; one that was very familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

No one could say anymore as the radio suddenly turned off.

"Well boys," Sarge started, "I don't want to jinx us or anything like that but... we're gonna be rescued!" I let out a slight groan as all of the reds and blues started to cheer. They started shooting bullets and talking about fixing the Warthog just to desroy it again. Washington tried to stop them, but to no avail. They didn't seem to realize that Donut was enough of an idiot to tell the ship that would soon bring him here to leave. I didn't really listen, but just gave Tucker a slight gesture not to move.

"What?" He asked me.

"Did Church just seem a little.. off, to you?" I asked, having this weird feeling that something was terribly wrong.

He seemed to think about it, "Actually, now that you mention it, he did seem a little different, like as soon as we heard an answer from the radio."

I nodded, "Yeah, the radio," I echoed, putting more emphasis on the word 'radio'. But why?

"Any idea what it is?" He asked me.

I shook my head, "None." I looked at Church, even with his helmet on I could tell that he was slightly confused, as if he didn't have any idea of what happened himself. That struck me as weird, How would he not know what he was doing?

I glanced at Tucker, and he glanced at me, "Why must he be so hard?" I asked.

"Bow-chicka-bow-wow."

I glared at Tucker, "Not the time."

"Hmph, someone's on her period," Tucker muttered, but I still heard it.

"I am a hologram! I don't get those!" I yelled, glaring at him. We both stopped talking as Church started walking towards us.

"...Everything alright?" I asked him, trying to sound like we weren't talking about him just two seconds ago. He shrugged.

"I'm not sure," he said, before continuing,

"But for some reason I feel a lot less... Angry."

A/N:

Dun, Dun, Duuuuuun! Short chapter, I know, but oh well. Anyways, can you guess what's going on?

Next Chapter will be longer, and much funner to read, I promise.

Whelp, hope y'all enjoyed!