Only a day had passed since the attack on the Blues. Sarge gave Grif orders to find Simmons—apparently, York had another plan to attack the next day. They hopes to have Simmons' armor fixed until then; at least temporarily. Either that, or for the new armor to arrive.
Nonetheless, Grif grumbled as he headed for Simmons' room, finding him there, sulking.
"I can't believe that worked…!" Simmons cried. "Maybe York is a better soldier than me."
"Aw, don't go saying that." Grif said, walking in. "You're a great soldier, really!"
"You're just saying that."
"Well…yeah. But I fucking hate York. Ever since she showed up all we've been doing is work! She has a plan to attack the Blues again tomorrow! Plus, you sulking's making the whole base fucking depressing."
"She? York's a guy."
"I dunno man. Something tells me that's a load of bullshit."
"Yeah? And what could tell you that?" Simmons asked.
"Maybe it was the other gold soldier in the blues."
"What about her?"
"Uh…she called York a 'she'? Look, I'm giving you back your position, you dumb fuck! York's a girl, and I'm gonna prove it, and once I do, Sarge probably won't want her as his second in command."
"And…why not?" Simmons asked. "Even if he is a girl, which he isn't, he was still John's top soldier, right? And this was after he was a student of his, meaning John would've known."
"Uh…Yeah, right. Whatever; I'm still going to prove he's a girl. Just you wait and see!"
"Sure. Whatever." Simmons said, and went back to his sulking.
"Oh, and Sarge wants us outside. York has a new plan to attack the Blues. Hey, maybe you can try to prove yourself to the Sarge! You know, since the last attempt worked out so great and all."
"Whatever…" Simmons said, walking past Grif outside.
"On the double, soldiers!" Sarge yelled, Simmons and Grif wandering up. "Simmons! What in Sam Hell are you doin without your armor! You'll burn like an overcooked tomato!"
"Can tomatoes burn…?" Grif asked.
"Shut up, Grif! York here has a truly amazing strategy, and he's only going to say it once, so listen up! Anyone who botches this up gets his ass blown sky-high with York's special combat move!"
"That wasn't special—she just shot at him until his armor exploded!" Grif yelled when the ground beneath him exploded. "What the fuck was that?!" Grif yelled, slamming into the floor.
"Isn't it obvious soldier? God has smited you for your stupidity! Praise the Lord and may he bless us with the death of Grif!"
"Amen." York said.
"Now, listen up, you hog monkeys! York has a plan that could wipe out the Blues!"
"Does it involve 'storming their base' again?" Grif groaned.
"By tomorrow the Blues will attack us." York said simply. "At dawn you will lead the frontal defense."
"What?" Grif asked. By now Simmons was noticeably sulking, his eyes glued to the ground.
"Without weapons."
"You're fucking crazy!" Grif yelled, only, again, to be blown up.
"There are bombs I have set. You will stand there." York pointed to an area a few meters from their current positions. "They will walk into the traps, and I will take down Gold."
"And if Gold gets us first?!" Grif asked.
"Then you will be remembered always as sacrificed for our case!" Sarge announced. Grif groaned, Simmons not saying a word.
"Your plan sucks," Grif shouted.
York shot him.
"Nice shot soldier!"
"Thank you, sir."
"So, is everyone clear?" Gold said happily. "Tucker, Simmons and what's left of Tex will lead our attack." Tex pouted, everyone glancing at her and her lack of armor. "Dibs on York! Piece a cake! And I like cake. I'm gonna go make a cake!" Gold ran off to the base, Church and Tucker sighing. Tucker watched as Tex got up and walked inside, only to be smacked in the head by Church.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." Church said quickly.