Author's Note: This is the next chapter for my story. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Red vs Blue, Rooster Teeth does.

[radio]

String of Lies

The man from earlier explains "Now I'm sure you've heard about the treaties between aliens and people. We're here to investigate an energy reading. Rules are now, if they find one of these things, all investigation teams have to have at least one person and one alien. No exceptions."

"What kind of energy reading?" Sarge asks. Could you be more obvious Sarge?

The man easily brushes it off and replies " I can't tell you that. In fact, I need you to leave this area A.S.A.P. The alien diplomats will get mighty suspicious if they find another human squad showed up. We don't want to cause an intergalactic incident."

Caboose then casually replies "Oh, we're used to doing that…"

"Wait what?" I asked confused.

I glance over to him while Sarge cuts in quickly saying "Ooh, ah, what my friend means is that we're, um, used to following protocol."

"That can't be any further than the truth," Carrie deadpans and says to me, I just sort of shrug.

The man nods "Good! Then you guys just head on your way and we don't need to report this to anybody."

Grif deadpans and says "Dude, we're not going anywhere. Our jeep is wrecked." As if on cue, the jeep behind them explodes causing Rowe to jump and yelp. "And the bike isn't gonna fit all of us."

The man grows stiff and then curses "Damn. Okay, we'll help you repair your jeep, and then you're gone. Couple of rules while you're here. This is a restricted dig site. Everything here is property of the military. Do not go looking for any artifacts. And do not go anywhere without telling me. Got it?"

All the years of military protocol being rammed down my throat has made me think one thing out this guy, "Something's not right," I mumble to the the guys who all pick up on this and subtly nod in understanding.

Grif, not dropping his act, rolls his eyes and sarcastically replies "Yes Mom, we got it."

The man, clearly not convinced asks "Okay. Quick quiz, then. What are you gonna do if you find an artifact?"

"Not take it," Caboose answers.

" No," the man growls, "That was a trick question. You're not going to find an artifact because you're not going to be looking for an artifact."

"Can this guys be any more suspicious?" I hear Rowe mutter.

Caboose counters with "Maybe I know it was a trick question… so I gave you a trick answer."

"Not a bad counter," Carrie muses.

The man growls "There are no trick answers, there are only wrong answers. Are we clear?"

"Debatable," Carrie chuckles.

Only Grif replies saying lazily "Yes."

"Are. We. Clear?" the man asks again emphasizing each word.

"Yes!" everyone replies but me. I guess I felt like messing with him I don't know.

Too bad the guy picked up on it, he walks up to me, leans closer and says "I couldn't hear you. Are we clear?"

With a smart ass tone I reply "Crystal."

"Don't get cute with me," he growls back. He then looks at the rest of us and says "Okay. Then head down there. On the left, you'll find some wracked jeeps you can scavenge for parts. There's also water down there on the left, too. Keep yourselves hydrated. You want some chow? It's with the water on the left."

Sarge nods "Thanks. And we'll be leaving as soon as we can."

The man replies "Yes, you will."

As we pass the corner out of view of him I snort "Yeah, no we won't."

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Grif asks.

Sarge nods "Yeah. Something just doesn't seem right."

" I know," Caboose comments "Everything is on the left."

Rowe rolls her eyes and sighs "No Caboose that's not it, and Sarge, it's a little more obvious than just "something"," Rowe comments.

"Well yeah I know," Sarge retort, "I-it, it just felt cool to say it that way!"

"Lockett, you haven't said much in a while," Rowe says to me, "What do think about all this?"

"I think we're in trouble," I tell them. "I don't know who those guys were but they are definitely not military."

"How can you tell that?" Sarge asks.

"Let's put it this way Sarge," I explain, "If they were military, hell maybe even if it was just military funded, we would have been surrounded and held at gunpoint as soon as we set foot into the area. Then we would have found ourselves handcuffed to a table in a small square room with an intelligence officer interrogating us while his superiors watch us through a one way mirror."

"Oh," Sarge mumbles.

I then continue "Yeah, and if it was civilian which it isn't because we were told otherwise, it would most likely be private property in which we would be arrested and probably charged with trespassing."

"I can tell you put a lot of thought into this," Carrie laughs right as we reach the pile of destroyed jeeps.

I just roll my eyes and finish "Anyways, these guys don't operate like anyone I've ever seen, it's almost like they act like no one knows they are here or what they are doing and they're trying to keep it that way."

"Then how are we here?" Grif laughs as he and I then start scrounging around the destroyed jeeps. Rowe brings our rides along while Sarge and Caboose

Rowe then attempts to call grif again "Simmons, are you there? It's Rowe." She then scrambles around with the frequency before she lets out a groan "Radio is still not working."

"You wanna try their jeep?" Rowe asks.

Carrie deadpans and says "If they really shouldn't be here and they're really jamming the area, you really think that they wouldn't jam their own signals as well just as a precaution?" I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not. They then all stare at me as if I have the answer to what they should do next.

I sigh and groan "Might as well. Carrie, you and Rowe mess around with the frequency, maybe we can find away around what ever's jamming us," and Grif and I walk over to where Caboose and Sarge were. I can only imagine what they could be talking about.

Sarge asks Caboose "What the hell is wrong with this jeep anyway?" he scratches helmet, "It doesn't have a turret." Wow, that is so Sarge.

Caboose shrugs and says "Maybe it's just a car?"

Sarge just stares blankly and asks "What does that mean?"

Caboose relies "You know, like a car. A regular car." I'm sure that concept is going well over Sarge's head.

"What kind of car doesn't have a massive cannon on it?" Sarge cries incredulously, yeah I was right, Sarge fitting back in civilian is a completely useless…..

"I'm guessing you've never seen the logistical side of the military," I mumble, "Or the transport side."

Caboose replies matter-o-factly "All kinds of cars. Most kinds of cars." ….illogical….

Sarge scoffs and says "That's ridiculous. That would be like saying there's some kind of thing you can wear on your head that's not armor plated, and doesn't offer a 5x optical zoom." ….and costly endeavor.

"It would seem that you've never heard of watch caps or boonies either," I mutter as I roll my eyes. Caboose nods taking in all he' heard.

He suggests to Sarge " I think you've been in the military a really long time."

"It's a bit worse than that Caboose," I quietly snicker.

"Yep. It's been a good run," Sarge smiles proudly as Grif climbs into the driver's seat and I climb in the passenger's.

"You actually listen to them?" Rowe incredulously asks me.

"I can't help it," I reply.

"Tell me about it," Grif snorts, he then turns to me and groans "Dammit, no radio here either? Someone's yanked it out. Why would they deliberately pull the radio out of their own jeep?"

"Looks like they weren't even expecting contact from their own people," I mutter.

"So what do we do then?" Grif asks.

"You're guess is as good as mine," I tell him. I then turn to see Caboose right up in front of me. "Uh….can I help you?" I ask.

"Let me take a look at it," requested Caboose.

Grif and I share a glance, I just shrug and Grif asks "Why? You want to confirm that there's no radio?"

"Maybe I can fix it," Caboose replies.

Grif and I share another confused glance before Grif says "How are you going to fix something that isn't even the-" he then throws his arms up in defeat and sighs "You know what, no, fuck it, go for it, whatever." He then gets out of the jeep and turns to Sarge. He says "This place gives me the creeps. Something's really wrong here."

"Something does seem out of place," Sarge muses, "But maybe we're overreacting. Maybe they're just using the parts from this radio to fix the others."

Grif raises his eyebrows "And we just happen to only find all the ones that are broken? That seems unlikely. Locket, is this normal for you?"

"I think we've confirmed that these guys aren't military," I reply, "I'm guessing these guys aren't expecting to get any support, like they're the only ones or something. It's weird, it's like these guys are behaving like rebels, which is odd when I seem to recognize their leader."

"From where?" both Sarge and Grif ask.

"I don't remember," I sheepishly reply. "Something tells me it was very important, I have an idea but I don't have anything evidence to support it." I then look behind the two and I see Rowe heading this way. "Grif I might have a solution to our radio problem." I then call over to her "Hope you got some good news."

Rowe chuckles "I did what you told me to do, it only sounds like static to me but Carrie assures me the radio works fine." Carrie then appears as if on cue over my right shoulder.

She states "It will. Through some clever techniques I managed to pull, I managed to get the radio to transmit through a different frequency around the jammer. "

"What's the catch?" Grif sighs.

"It's sandstorm season," Carrie replies. Oh yeah, "The storm seems to be blocking our signal. Though it's not the end of all hopes as I do have one possible solution. We may just need a dish or antenna strong enough to reach whoever you're planning to call. Or we can wait until the storm dies down. That's also an option."

I turn back to the guys, "What do you want to do?"

Grif glances at the elephant, he asks "You think that freighter over there might have one?"

"Sheila, is that you?" I hear a voice to my left ask. I look over and it's Caboose who has magically teleported into the driver's seat. He then continues "Are you there? Um... Delta? Tex?"

"Caboose?" I call out, "What are you doing?" Caboose jumped as it seemed he did not expect me to catch him.

"Nothing," Caboose quickly cries. I look past him and noticed he dropped the memory unit.

Grif then sighs "Uh oh, here he comes." I looked to where he was pointing and notice the leader coming our way.

I quickly tell Caboose "Caboose stop messing with their jeep," before I then climb out myself.

Caboose cries "I'm not doing anything! Just ignore me!"

"Caboose," I groan, "Now I definitely want to know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything!" he cries again. I then notice the man getting closer.

I lean over to Sarge and ask "How's your improv."

Sarge looks offended and says "Do you even need to ask." I pat him on the shoulder giving him the go ahead. He then tells the rest of the guys "Okay, let's see what we can find out. You guys follow my lead."

Rowe grabs my arm and whispers "Lockett are you sure about this?" I nod, she still didn't seem convinced but she let me go.

The man approaches Sarge and I, he asks "Hey, what's going on down here."

" I said nothing," Caboose quickly says.

Ignoring Caboose Sarge replies "We're just down here scavenging for parts like you said."

This was exactly the man wanted to hear as he nods and says "Okay, well hurry it up." Too bad he's still kind of an ass, and still very obvious about not wanting us here, like really, he's not doing anything but making us more suspicious about what's going on.

Grif asks with an 'are you serious?' look "You realize we're not gonna fix this in like the next ten minutes right?"

The man nods "Yeah, just the sooner the better." Sarge gives me a look and I smirk and give him a nod. Yeah let's fuck with this guy.

I ask "Why? What's going on around here?" Rowe instantly knows what's going on and just groans, Carrie seems to be watching us in awe. It was well hidden but I could vaguely make out an avatar laying down on the dash of the jeep with her hands propping up her head.

"I can't tell you that," he replies.

Sarge counters with "You can't tell us, or you don't want to tell us?"

The man growls "I can't tell you which is convenient because I don't want to tell you."

"Why don't you want to tell us?" Grif asks.

"Because it's secret!" the man shouts.

"Regular secret, or top secret?" I ask dumbly.

"Top secret!" he cries.

"Well, why is it so secretive?" Grif asks.

"I can't tell you that because that information is classified," he says back.

"Why is it classified?" I ask, well knowing we already asked this, arguably twice.

"Because it's top secret!" he cries.

"Why is it so secret?" Grif asks again.

"Um guys?" I here Rowe ask, but she's soon cut off by the man.

"Because it's uh, classified and important," the man says. Ha! We went in a circle meaning he's running out of responses and bullshit. "Anything and everything involved with what we're doing here is classified!"

The three of us share a glance before we all ask "What is it classified as?"

Finally fed up, the man cries "Classified as something I can't tell you, now stop fishing for information!" Easiest way to piss someone off is to ask them stupid questions continuously.

A moment of silence passes before Grif asks " ... What information do you think we're fishing for?"

"Pffft," I'm sorry, I couldn't keep a straight face after that. Nice one Grif.

The man just seems to deadpan and glare "Okay, that wasn't even a good attempt."

Grif shrugs and sighs in defeat "Yeah, I gotta agree with that."

"Look, I'm sure you're curious," he starts.

Now with a glare, I growl "You have no idea."

He growls back with an intimidating sneer "We're curious about you as well. All you need to know is what you can plainly see: We're trying to uncover that structure to ... recover something. That's already more than you need to know!" Was a nice attempt but I have seen enough to know that he doesn't scare me.

"Guys?" Rowe tries again.

"Do you have a name?" Grif then asks.

He replies "You can call me C.T." That name, it can't be them.

"Carrie, I need you run a scan with that name," I secretly tell her. She winks a green light telling me she acknowledges.

"Got a rank there, C.T.?" I ask.

He turns to me and says "Not one you would recognize. Now let's-" He then looks at the rest of us then asks. He then shouts "Where's your other guy?"

My head shouts back to Rowe and she sighs "I tried to tell you guys." I look back to Sarge and Grif to see they are still playing dumb.

"Uh, what guy?" Sarge asks,

"The other guy," he states.

"She's right there," I point to the warthog. Rowe waves.

"No!" he cries "I mean him!"

"He's right there," Sarge said pointing at Grif.

"No the Blue guy!" he cries getting angry….again.

"He's right there," Sarge points to me.

"No!" he cries almost at the breaking point, "The other Blue guy!"

Grif replies, kind of asks "He's right... there?" He points at me again.

"THAT'S IT!" he roars, "You're either here to investigate us, or you're complete idiots! Either way, I've had it."

"Investigate?" I ask. Yeah, that's exactly why we're here.

C.T. angry growls "Grrrrr… Tell me where the blue guy went, or I'll shoot the orange one." He turns and points his rifle at Grif. I stare at Sarge looking for a reaction, Sarge just stood here patiently waiting for him to execute sai threat.

"...Well!?" he cries.

Grif sighs "Dude, I can save you some time. You just picked the wrong guy to threaten. It'll make more sense when you get to know us." Just then, an alarm goes off and we see a bunch of soldiers and aliens running for the elephant.

"That's him, isn't it!?" he angrily cries!

"Probably," Grif snorts.

"Move! Up the hill!" C.T. orders us.

"Lockett I found something important," Carrie says, "It's on C.T."

"Later!" I cry into the radio.

"But Lockett, C.T. ios dead," she cries. Wait, what?

Author's Note: The end. Here's another chapter, I hope it was fine. Oh, I may not be updating next week, I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed. I'll try but we'll see how well it goes. I hope you guys don't have too much of a problem with this. See you next week hopefully. Remember...Big Brother is watching.