What. The Fuck.

Wash was still trying to grasp their situation. He never would have expected this. Caboose, as team captain? They would be lucky if they lived to see the next day, never mind getting off this god-forsaken planet! He found himself wishing Carolina was here, even the old Carolina. Her hard-ass attitude would have stopped this from happening long ago. Hell, she probably could have taken Freckles out if she really wanted to. But she and Epsilon left them stranded here. How they even got away was beyond Wash.

Epsilon. If he were here, Caboose wouldn't be doing this. He would blindly follow Epsilon's orders. He wouldn't have sought out and clung to Freckles as much as he does. Wash was finally beginning to see just how much Epsilon leaving impacted Caboose. Left alone, Caboose literally made himself a friend. Perhaps if Wash had done more, they wouldn't be in this mess.

At his side, Fira shifted. She had attempted to get through to Scales, as had Lovebird, but neither were successful. It was as if the parrot couldn't hear them. He only stared blankly before repeating Caboose's declaration of a "fun team get together".

Next to him, Tucker was talking, but Wash didn't feel inclined to answer. He was too mad at Tucker. How could he possibly hold the team together? It was bad enough that he let Caboose down, but having Tucker blame him for everything was too far. Tucker didn't understand.

"This is it. This is rock bottom. You ever hit rock bottom before, Wash? Well, you have now. Can't get any lower." Tucker said.

On the other side of Tucker, Simmons sniffed. "I wanna go home." Why was he even here in the first place?

"Well, maybe I spoke to soon." Tucker amended.

Freckles rose suddenly from where he was crouched in a half dormant state. "Attention. Officer on deck."

Caboose walked in, talking to no one. "Yes, hello, yes, thank you, hello." He stopped in front of them and cleared his throat. "Hello!"

Behind him, Freckles spoke again. "Captain. All team members are accounted for."

"Well, excellent news, Assistant Captain Freckles."

Wash closed his eyes and resisted the urge to pinch his nose as Tucker interjected quickly, "oh my lord."

"Aye, it looks like we have a new member today. Good, give Simmons a Blue Team hello. Welcome, Simmons!" Caboose began clapping, quickly dying off when no one joined except Scales, who fluttered his wings and clacked his beak.

"Can I leave?" Simmons squeaked out.

"It is good to have you on board for the Blue Team." Caboose answered in typical fashion.

"Sir, awaiting mission briefing." Freckles cut in.

Caboose stuttered for a moment. "Yes, first order of business is…yes, um…" There was a long pause before Caboose began whispering. "Wash. Psst, Wash. Washington. Washington. Wash. Wash. Washington. Wash-"

"Yes, Caboose?" Wash was putting everything he had in him to remain calm, and was still only half succeeding.

"What is the first order of business?"

"We're trying to get rescued." Wash held back a sigh.

"Yes!" Caboose responded. "Rescued. Good! Does anyone have any suggestions?"

There was a pause, and Tucker, Simmons, and Ava looked over to Wash. Both Fira and Lovebird remained still, but he knew they were listening. Wash didn't even try to cover up his frustrations. "Well, we know the communications tower works, so we should continue to try to make contact."

"Ah, yes, very good, excellent, yes." Caboose agreed.

"However," Wash continued. "We should also try to boost the signal line. We were barely able to maintain contact last time. Even if we make contact again, there is no guarantee that anyone would be able to hear us."

"Oh, yes, right, yes. Then we need to do that! Tucker, go fix the radio thing!"

"Me? Why not Wash? He's the one who built it!" Tucker argued.

Caboose almost glared at Tucker. "Tucker becau- don't ruin it! We're gonna need Washington for another job."

"But, Caboose," Wash began. If Tucker worked on this tower, there was no chance they were going to get rescued.

Freckles rotated, facing him and Fira threateningly. Wash growled and Fira's fur rose, but they didn't argue more.

Caboose continued. "Yeah, I was thinking, since, you know, Washington is mean and scary, and Fira can be mean and is also scary, then they will be our lookouts!"

What the fuck?

"Lookouts?" Tucker asked.

Caboose straightened. "Yes! Washington and kitty. Make sure you look out…for bad guys… and.. anything that looks scary."

"There's a giant robot trying to kill us."

"Yeah, why can't Freckles be our lookout? Killing stuff is, like, his entire reason for existing." Tucker protested.

"Well, every leader needs a great best friend, and, Freckles, I think you can be that best friend!" Caboose looked proudly at his robot.

There was a pause before Freckles looked at him. "Acknowledged."

"Um, do we need to do anything?" Simmons, it seemed, had finally stopped crying.

"Oh my god, a Red! Oh my- oh, no, sorry, that's my bad. Sorry. Sorry. Yes, Simmons, yes, we need to talk about that. Yes, you and Ava do what you normally do for the Reds, but, for the Blues."

"Uh, yes, sir!" Simmons said resolutely. At his side, Ava nodded her head.

Tucker looked at him. "Wait, what do you do for the Reds?"

"What do you mean? We just did it."

"Ok, everybody!" Caboose spoke loudly, as though they weren't ten feet away.
"aaaaaaand team! All right, see you, bye." Caboose jogged away, Freckles not far behind.

Wash looked over to Tucker as Fira rose to her feet. "I hope your happy." He said as he began walking, Fira at his side.

Tucker scoffed, "Hey, don't pin this shit on me." He answered as he and Lovebird followed them outside.

Fira and Lovebird eyed each other warily as Tucker turned to go to the communications tower. Eventually, they broke eye contact and Wash began to jog. *Maybe running will help us feel better.* His tone betrayed his lack of hope.

Fira didn't have a response for him, which was unusual. Apparently, she was as strapped for ideas as he was.

They circled the base in silence. Fira's ears flicked and her nostrils flared as she used her best senses to try to find any signs of intruders, while Wash looked for tracks. Neither put much effort into it, however. They ran laps regularly and Fira had taken Lovebird and Scales out multiple times to try to find signs of life beyond plants. They never found anything and there was no reason to suspect that the situation had changed. Still, Wash didn't relish the idea of either of them getting blown up by Freckles, so they did as Caboose ordered them to. Besides, running usually relieved some stress for Wash, and Fira actively enjoyed it. They hadn't had a lot of time to do much, so this was a welcome opportunity.

Finally, they finished the perimeter of Blue base. Slowing to a halt not too far from the entrance back inside, Wash looked at Fira. *I really don't want to go back.*

She whisked her tail. *We could go check in with the Reds.*

Wash nodded. *That's probably a good idea. Who knows how they're doing. Maybe Donut will still be unconscious.* Fira swatted him with a paw and he chuckled. *Come on.*

Wash took off at a pace that was faster than before, but still very manageable. Fira matched his strides easily. Despite their more optimistic exteriors, both were still struggling to figure out a way to get out of the mess they were in, especially because Wash was delegated to lookout, of all things.

"Hey." He barked when he spotted the Reds, more harshly than he had intended. He and Fira ran up to them. "You guys haven't seen anything…suspicious around, have you?"

"Suspicious? Why, whatever do you mean, Agent Washington?" Sarge answered. That man was the worst liar Wash had ever met. Even Diego didn't try to hide it, covering his face with his paws.

Wash didn't care. Fira didn't pick up any odd scents and he trusted her more than him. "Nothing. Just, doing my job." He and Fira turned away, beginning the jog back to Blue base.

*That was humiliating.* He grumbled to Fira.

Fira blew out a sigh. *I'm just glad Ava wasn't there.*

Wash looked down at her. *Yeah, what is it with you and her anyway?*

Fira snorted and moved faster. *Don't worry about it. I'll fix it.*

Wash blinked, surprised. He didn't think she had ever brushed him off before, much less had such a surge of emotions from her end. He shook his head, but decided to leave it alone. Women.

Wait.

*You and Ava are the only females here.*

Fira flicked her tail. *So?*

*Females always have problems with other females.*

*Not always! She's just…we just don't get along, ok?*

Wash smirked. Fira was embarrassed. *Whatever you say.*

Their conversation brought them back to Blue base. Wash could see Caboose and Freckles outside the base. "Hey, Caboose." He called out, unable as of yet to seriously refer to him as Captain Caboose. "We've secured the perimeter. No bad guys to be found."

"Excellent work, Commander Washington and Colonel Kitty," Caboose said in his Captain's voice. "I admire your determination. "Why, maybe someday, you can be the leader of Blue team."

Wash winced. "Yes. Maybe someday." He could feel Fira stifling a purr. *I'm glad you find our situation amusing.*

"Now, I have a very important question for you, Washington."

"Ok…"

"Um…" the Captain's voice was gone, replaced with an almost timid tone. "Do you think Freckles would look silly in a hat? Possibly a sombrero?"

"You want to dress your pet up in people clothes?"

*No.* Fira told Wash privately with a very adamant tone.

"To boost the morale of the troops!" It was back again.

Wash hesitated. He didn't want to incur the wrath of Freckles, but seriously? A hat? An idea occurred to him. "You know, I just remembered I haven't checked for any bad guys on the ship!"

"What?! Washington, what are you doing here? There could be bad guys spying on us right now!"

"You're right! Sorry, Boss, I'll take care of it right away. Come on, Fira." Wash turned and jogged away, Fira at his side.

*Wash? What's going on?* Fira asked him.

*I think I know a way out of this.* Wash answered, running onto the ship. *This way.* He turned a sharp corner, apparently too quickly. Fira's claws had little traction on the metallic floor and she slid, hitting a table and knocking a wrench on the ground.

Wash looked at her as she rose to her feet, then continued.

*I think the Reds are here. I heard them.* Fira said, following him more carefully.

Wash shrugged. *I don't care anymore. What could they possibly do?*

Fira rolled her shoulders in her own version of a shrug as Wash came to a halt. This time, she stopped at his side.

*You know that helmet I've been making for Caboose? I think I can use it to make things right.*

Fira sat down. If she was human, she would have frowned as well. *I don't think just a present is going to make things right.*

*What more do you want, a speech?* Wash asked as he resumed his work.

*Yes. Express yourself. Even if you struggle with it, neither of them are stupid. They'll get it.*

Wash slowed his work. *Wait, neither? You want me to talk to Tucker too?*

*Yes.* Fira rose to her feet. *You have to. Tucker may not show it, but he was just as hurt by Epsilon leaving, maybe more. He and Church knew each other for a long time. His life was completely changed too.*

Wash sighed. *Maybe you're right.*

They were quiet then. Wash thought Fira might even have dozed off. Her eyes were shut when he left to get a conductor, but open when he got back.

*You know this isn't entirely you're fault, right?*

Wash frowned and didn't answer, continuing his work.

He could feel a wave of sadness from Fira, but she didn't push him anymore.

Wash worked for about an hour before a sound reached Fira's ears and she lifted her head. *Caboose is looking for you. Freckles is with him.*

"Shit." Wash muttered and put his tools down. *Fira, you stay here. Don't let Caboose see this.*

Wash jogged out. Fira looked at the helmet anxiously, then around the room. Amongst pieces of wreckage there was a storage bin. With only a little bit of struggling, Fira managed to get the helmet inside and shut it. Then, she climbed up the pile and nudged a piece about the size of Diego on top of the chest with a loud thud, hoping it didn't jam shut.

Satisfied with her work, Fira trotted out of the room and nearer to the entrance of the ship. Turning a corner, she leapt violently into the air when she spotted Freckles waiting for her.

"Why are you not at your assigned post?"

Fira snarled and backed up into the doorway where Wash's project was.

"What was the noise?"

Fira snarled again, louder this time.

"As Assistant to Captain Caboose, I order you to show me what you and Agent Washington were doing, then report to Captain Caboose immediately."

Fira's stomach dropped. She couldn't show Freckles what they were doing. Steeling herself, Fira made herself bigger and roared back at Freckles.

There was a familiar hum, and the cannons on the back of the robot began to glow. "If you do not comply, I will eliminate you."

Fira bunched her muscles, preparing to fight a battle she couldn't win, when Scales flew up, Caboose behind him. "Kitty! I need you for a very important assignment!"

Fira forced herself to relax and look away from Freckles, although she could not relax completely. *What is it?*

"I want to take a picture of Freckles with his new hat, and all pictures look better with a kitty! Come on, Freckles." Caboose grabbed her scruff. Fira was forced to follow him out, but at least Freckles was coming as well. Scales landed on her back and Caboose let go of her, running ahead to pick a spot.

*Thank you.* Fira told Scales privately, certain that the parrot was the reason for her safety.

Scales didn't answer and Fira hoped that he at least heard her. She sat where Caboose asked her to, although her fur was up along her spine at being so close to Freckles.

"Yes!" Caboose cheered. "Ok, don't move, I have to go get my camera!" With that, he ran off, leaving Scales behind.

"Holding position." Freckles replied.

"Oh gosh, this is going to be so cute!"

Fira felt a pang of worry from Wash, coupled with an odd feeling of amusement. She looked around, finally spotting him looking down at them from the base.

"Captain Caboose ordered you not to move."

Fira pulled her lips back, but resumed the same position at Freckles' threat. Wash's amusement vanished, replaced completely by the worry, then frustration directed towards…Simmons?

Fira was pulled by her thoughts by Caboose's return, muttering to himself about how he should pursue a degree in "picture-ography". Just as he was about to take the picture, Scales' mind flooded her, filling it as much as when she and Wash connected.

*MAKE THIS RIGHT*

Fira yowled in pain as Scales left as quickly as he had arrived and she fell, covering her head with her paws.

Wash was trying to get Simmons to leave him alone- no, he would not take his picture and tag him in it for his stupid Basebook- when he felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by a loud cry outside. "Fira!"

Wash ran to the edge of the base and jumped out, reaching out with his mind even as he was in the air. Fira's mind recoiled from his and he pulled back quickly. Running forward, he ignored Freckles and slid in next to her where she was pawing viciously at her head, thin trails of blood leaking from where her claws cut through her skin. Wash grabbed her paws and held them down to the ground.

"What happened?" He demanded.

Caboose began stammering about his picture and the hat when Scales cut in. *She will be fine.*

Wash narrowed his eyes at the parrot, but his attention was pulled away when Lovebird fluttered in front of him, landing by Fira's head. He refocused his attention back on Fira, reaching out gently with his mind. Fira's presence flinched, then opened up to him. He spread himself out carefully, wrapping around her reeling brain like a blanket. He felt her mind begin to settle down, regaining control.

"Is she okay?" Tucker's voice broke his concentration and Wash pulled away from Fira, stroking her head gently.

"I think so." He answered softly. "I'll take her inside to get her cleaned up."

Lovebird brushed her head with his wing before flying back to Tucker. Wash led Fira inside, the jaguar still quiet, not even acknowledging Caboose's apologies and claims that it was "nobody's fault".

Wash rubbed her head carefully with a wet towel, cleaning up the shallow scratches. Fira didn't flinch, even as he applied disinfectant. "I don't think you need stitches or bandages or anything. Just try not to get them too dirty."

Fira closed her eyes, leaning into Wash's hand as he held pressure. *It was Scales.* She explained what had happened while Wash was gone.

Wash frowned. "Damn. We need to solve this, soon." He pulled the towel away and looked at the scratches. "Do you want to rest?"

Fira shook her head, climbing to her feet.

Wash nodded and led the way outside. Walking up to the communications tower, he spotted Tucker hitting his gun against the radio. Lovebird was circling nearby, but flew down to land next to Fira.

"What are you doing?"

"Fixing the radio tower." Each word was accentuated by another hit.

Wash frowned. "By beating it with the butt of your rifle?"

"It worked for you."

"But that was-"

"You know what." Tucker turned to face him. "Why don't you just come over here and try doing it yourself."

Wash sighed and looked at the radio. "Try connecting the antenna port to the amp."

"What?"

"If you increase the input voltage, that would just fry the radio. But, if you were to transmit through an amp-"

"All I hear are words that would get me beat up in high school."

"Tucker," Wash began. "I'm being serious."

"Oh my God, stop the fucking press. Agent Washington is being serious." Tucker mocked him.

Wash felt his anger growing. "If you would just listen to me, you could do this."

"Well maybe I don't want to do this!" Tucker shot back. "You ever think of that? All I want to do is stand around and talk to my friend, but he's gone now, and all I've got is you!"

Wash felt a sharp pang. "What?"

"It's fucking bullshit." Tucker turned away from him.

Wash frowned in thought. Fira was right. Tucker didn't deserve this either. He felt a gentle push from her and sighed. "Did you know I was one of the worst Freelancers in my squad? There was Agent York, our security specialist, Agent North, the sharpshooter, Agent Carolina, the martial arts specialist, and Tex was…well, you know Tex."

"Cool story, Bro."

"I was known for getting a grappling hook stuck to my balls." Wash continued.

Tucker turned around to face him, just as Wash knew he would. "All right, where are you going with this?"

"Church was your leader for years. You guys knew each other inside and out." Wash explained.

"Dude, don't phrase it like that." Tucker cut in.

Wash ignored the interruption. "But I'm new to this. I've never really had to lead anyone before. When Church and Carolina disappeared, I didn't have a choice. I had to try." He looked away.

"Well, there's your problem." Wash looked up at Tucker's words. "You try too hard, man. I mean, Church wasn't the best leader ever, but he never made us run laps, or do push ups, or anything. He just took the blame when things went wrong. That was pretty much it."

"Well, we're shipwrecked, low on food, and have to do whatever Caboose tells us, or we'll be killed by a giant robot."

"Sounds like you really fucked up."

"Yeah." Wash looked away, swallowing. "Kinda looks that way."

There was a pause. He could feel Fira tensing, but Tucker spoke before she could move. "But, I guess you weren't really our leader when the ship crashed, so you don't have to take the blame for that one."

Wash frowned, remembering his and Fira's actions on the ship. "Heh, I'll take some of the blame."

"Whatever."

"So are you going to fix this radio, or not?" Wash joined Tucker next to the machine.

"Well, when I started this, the radio was working, but the signal wasn't strong enough. Now it's just…not working." Tucker sighed.

Wash smirked. "Sounds like you really fucked up."

"Don't be a dick."

"You're a capable soldier, Tucker, at least compared to your usual acquaintances. You just need to…try." Wash offered.

There was a pause and Wash hoped Tucker was thinking about what he had said. Then, "oh."

"What?"

"It was just turned off." Tucker knelt down and turned it on while Wash resisted the urge to sigh or scream.

"Attention Blue Team…team…team…" Caboose's was calling them.

The four of them moved to the edge of the platform to look down at where Caboose, Scales, and Freckles stood on the ground.

"Uh, yes, Captain?" Wash asked.

"Uh, I know we all said that we wanted to fix the radio, and that's really important, and the tower, and the radio and the tower, and that's really important…"

"We'll probably die if it's not repaired." Wash told him flatly.

"But. Um, I really need you guys to go back to Blue Base and kind of clean up." Caboose ignored him.

"Clean up what?" Tucker asked. Wash agreed. He made sure that the base was clean, and even Caboose couldn't have done that much, right?

"Garbage, and robot parts, and gross socks all over. Um, Simmons, yeah Simmons won't stop rocking back and forth in the corner and it's kinda…kinda freaking me out."

The four of them exchanged a look. "And you're sure you mean Blue Base?" Wash confirmed.

"Do not question your commanding officer." Freckles interjected.

Fira's lips drew back and Wash put a hand down to stop her. "Ok, ok, we'll be there in a few minutes."

"Assistant Captain Best Friend Freckles, initiate piggy back sequence!" Caboose shouted as he jumped on top of Freckles. The robot turned and walked away, Scales flying behind him.

"You realize we're all going to die because of him?" Tucker pointed out.

Wash began walking. "Tucker, I need you and Lovebird to go back to the base and do what you can. We're going back to the ship."

"You're leaving me again? What the fuck do you need to go to the ship for?" Tucker demanded.

"We'll be there as soon as we can. I just need you to buy us some time." Wash answered.

"Why, what are you going to do?" Tucker responded.

Wash began walking again. "Hopefully, put an end to this."

Tucker muttered something about a "cryptic bastard", but he and Lovebird went back to the base.

*We need to do this now.* Wash told her. *Is the helmet still there?*

*I hid it in a chest.* Fira ran faster and Wash kept pace. She showed him where she had hid the helmet, moving the debris out of the way. Luckily, the storage crate opened with minimal effort and he pulled the helmet out.

*I'm almost done, just a few more steps.* Wash explained, grabbing his tools and setting to work.

Twenty minutes later, Fira was following Wash back to the base. He had finished the helmet and Fira had helped him decide what to say. Now came the hard part.

"Here goes nothing." Wash commented to her as they looked at the base.

They walked forward but were stopped quickly by Freckles emerging from behind cover.

"Agent Washington and partner."

Fira's fur rose and her lips drew back in a silent snarl. Wash was quick to block Freckles from seeing her as he spoke. "Oh, Freckles, I didn't see you there. Man, for a behemoth, you hide really well."

"You have failed your duties to Captain Caboose."

"But I was on my way up there right now. Ready to clean the base." Fira could hear Wash's forced cheer and she lowered her head, muscles tensing.

"You lack diligence."

"What?" Wash was broken out of his façade.

"You question authority, Agent Washington. Your partner is not obedient."

"Um," Wash began backing up, forcing Fira back as well. She moved around so that he was no longer between her and the threat, but remained even with him. "Caboose, can you get out here!" Wash called.

"You and your partner must be eliminated." Freckles' cannons began to glow.

Wash readied his weapon and Fira snarled, bunching her muscles. "Caboose!"

"Hello!" Caboose appeared in the base above them, but neither Fira nor Wash took their eyes off Freckles.

"Your pet is trying to kill us!" Wash yelled desperately.

"What? That-that does not sound like Freckles. Hey, Freckles, what are you doing?" Caboose asked the robot, causing it to rotate slightly in his direction.

"Agent Washington and partner failed to meet the minimum requirements for Blue Team service and is no longer fit for duty. They must be eliminated." Freckles turned back to face them.

"See, he's just doing that thing that he said." Caboose shrugged.

Fira stepped forward and her snarls grew louder as Wash pleaded. "Caboose, would you please just get down here, I need to talk to you!"

"Ah, probably wants to talk about what an awesome leader I am." Caboose turned away from the opening and made his way down.

Fira quieted her snarls, but remained tense as she and Wash faced the robot. Wash cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Good." Caboose walked up to them. "What seems to be the problem, Agent Washington?"

Wash lowered his weapon and looked directly at Caboose. Fira stayed with Freckles. There was a moment of tense silence. Tucker and Lovebird appeared in the area Caboose had just vacated. Wash sighed. "I'm sorry, Caboose. I'm sorry your best friend left you without saying goodbye. Maybe he thought you would try to stop him, or maybe he thought it would be too hard to say goodbye, but, no matter the reason, he's still gone. He left you. Both of you. I don't really do… emotional things, and, I hoped you might be able to get over this by yourself, so I left you alone. And, instead of coming to terms with this, you replaced it with, well, the first thing that you found. I should have been there for you, Caboose. Because…that's what friends do for each other."

Freckles spoke up. "Captain Caboose is not your friend. He is your-"

"Uh, we're all friends here, Freckles." Caboose corrected.

"That's right." Wash agreed. "And, as your friend, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I know it's not much, but, I made you this." He placed the helmet on the ground.

"Oh my God! My old helmet!" Caboose cheered and ran forward.

"Captain Caboose, you should return to your base." Freckles advised. Fira snarled at him, moving up with Wash when he moved to stand by Caboose.

"I know how much you like Freckles, but, he's very dangerous. He's not a puppy anymore…or a kitten, or…he's really big." Wash explained.

"Yeah…he blew up a car." Caboose agreed.

Wash nodded slowly. "I remember that."

Caboose turned and walked towards Freckles. Fira turned, receiving a stand down from Wash. She sat down next to him, although everything inside her screamed to not trust the robot.

"Freckles, you are one of the best machines I know. That is saying something because I have been friends with a lot of machines. But, from now on, I think you should listen to Agent Washington." Caboose said sincerely.

There was a pause. "Are you sure?"

Caboose nodded and Scales landed on his shoulder. "Yeah. He is very smart and nice."

"Acknowledged."

Caboose turned back to Wash. "You can be leader again if you want to, Wash. It's not as much fun as it looks. Yeah, I think I'm more of the dashing second in command kind of person. None of the work, all of the perks."

Fira could feel Wash smile. "Thank you, Caboose."

Up in the base, Simmons was sniffling. "I wish my team was this emotional." Ava eyed Fira, but nodded her head as Tucker walked away from Simmons with a disgusted noise.

"It fits perfectly!" Caboose cheered. Fira looked over to see that he had put the helmet on. "And look! Someone left some gum!"

"Pretty sneaky, Wash," Tucker congratulated, walking up with Lovebird. "A couple of mushy words, a present, and you're right back up at the top."

"Nothing sneaky about it." Wash corrected. "I meant every word."

There was a buzzing sound, then an "uh oh" from Caboose. Fira tilted her head. His helmet was dark. "I-I can't see anything. Wait, hello?"

"I think you still need to work on your craftsmanship, though." Tucker pointed out.

"I'm blind!" Caboose wailed.

Fira could feel Wash's amusement. "One step at a time, Tucker."

"Can people see me? I can't see them!" Caboose demanded.

Tucker shrugged. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about killer robots anymore."

That was when the bullets came.

Author's Note: Guys I'm so excited Locus and Felix come in the next chapter. Hopefully you enjoyed this one!