Church never thought it would end like this...well ok maybe he kind of did. He'd only known being a blue for all his life, or at least the parts he remembered anyway. He'd only had one purpose from what he knew and what he could remember (which wasn't a whole lot), and that was fighting the Reds. Suppose it was just a little fitting he'd end up at their mercy, about to be executed by them.

"Any last words," The red team leader cocked their pistol, "Ya stinkin' blue?"

Church really didn't have much to say actually...up to this point he'd pretty much been a nobody. He might actually have still been nobody even before he was a blue. But that was a long time ago, and right now he was most definitely never returning to whatever he MAY have had before...y'know cause he'll be dead.

Church had to think quickly if he wanted to live, or at least until his team rescued him.

"Uhhhhh, whats 9 x 13?" it was at this point Church pretty much screams internally.

Yet, the reds pause for a moment. They look to one another for a moment, before suddenly the leader turned back to Church and with a deadly tone in his voice ordered him,

"Don't. Move. We are discussing important...stuff." With that the reds turned away from Church and began a rushed and hurried whisper.

"...well of course its…"

"...but what if…"

"...no, no, no, what…"

"...well maybe…"

"...obviously he…"

"...math is for blues…"

Meanwhile a little bit of a stunned Church sat looking at his captors. There is no way that that just worked. Everyone knows math isn't actually possible. In the meantime Church needed an escape plan.

However before he could formulate said escape plan, a gunshot rang out across what felt like all of Sidewinder.
Church felt his ears ringing a little and he shook his head, eyes closed until the sound subsided. When he opened them again, he saw his captors dead on the ground. A singular bullet having killed them all in a collateral shot. Church looked all around him for anyone who could have done this. But there was no one there but him…

Or at least that's what he thought. Because if he had looked up, he would have spotted the easily silhouetted black armored soldier, right before they disappeared into transparency.

Church didn't see the figure however, and instead continued to wildly look around him as if thinking he could somehow shake his head back and forth hard enough to will them into existence. But still...nothing.

Suddenly there was a soft sound of snow and ice crunching under a boot behind him and the blue soldier seized up in fear and anxiety. That was until he felt a friendly clap on the back by his comrade blue soldier.

"Nice work Church! Figured i'd have to come save your baby ass!" The blue loudly laughed, Church gave him a below half-hearted chuckle,

"Yeah...uh, nice shot?" The soldier gave him a confused look before seemingly realizing something to himself,

"Yeah, it was a pretty nice shot for you Church. Good job man!" The soldier proceeded to quickly untie Church. The sim trooper however was simply left in silent questions.

Who did fire the shot? Again, if Church had only bothered looking a little bit upwards, he would've seen black armor and a figure leaning against an ice wall. But hey, what would it change? As far as things were concerned at the moment. Church didn't even know her.