Red and Blue
Vs
Syn and Raging Hobo
(BOLD FACE DISCLAIMER!)
AGAIN I DO NOT OWN RED VS BLUE NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, HOWEVER THE NEWEST FREELANCERS CODE NAMED SYN AND THE RAGING HOBO ARE OF MY OWN CREATION
"Alright, everyone got the plan?" Church was greeted by several shakes, and with a sigh he once again explained "For the last time, we lure those two cock bites over here with two of our guys to our base, then blow the hell out of them!" They stared at him a moment before Grif and Simmons glanced at each other "What do you think?" Simmons considered it a moment before saying "I think we're getting blown across the canyon again" Tex sighed and shook her head "great idea, but what about the tank? That canopy is a bitch to get through with anything but the sniper rifle, and I think your going to need me just to deal with the fucking jeep" Caboose suddenly spasmed excitedly, which meant two things. One, he finally hit puberty (ew) or two, he had an idea "Wait, what if Church borrows some one's body, took the big sniper rifle, and shot the evil man that has Sheila!" All the blue team stared at their rookie, amazed and shocked. Tucker turned to Church "that might actually work" Church only responded with "I know..." "and Caboose said it" "I know!"
"Alright so we know what we're doing, but who's going to be stupid enough to run out there and get shot at?" Grif was the genius who said it, and near instantly all of them turned to Caboose and Donut, Caboose himself turned to Donut "why are we sending the nice lady out to die?" The pink armored rookie growled "Hey! Number one! He said two! So your going to get shot at with me! And two, I'm A Guy!" "don't fret miss, I'm sure little boy blue will gladly use you as a shield" Church had to near choke himself to keep from laughing at Sarge's comment "right, anyway, let's get into our teams, Donut and Caboose will be the bait, Simmons and Tex will stay up here with rifles, Grif and Tucker will be at that rock over there with anything they can find, me and Sarge will be up on the cliff with the sniper rifle, now every one ready?" Donut whined as he jittered "No! I'm not going out there so I can get shot at!" Sarge sighed and cocked his pistol "boy, I'm giving you to the count of three to start running before I start gunning, one" "What!? No Wait!" "Three!" A pink blur followed by bullets jumped from the top of blue base, soon followed by the blue rookie "wow Sarge, you know how to motivate people" Simmons praised "Motivate? I was actually trying to kill him, damn sights on this gun are off"
"Yo Homo" A half growl half sigh erupted from the freelancer that was currently, or was, working on Lopez "HOBO, H-O-B-O! Hobo you fucking dumbass!" Syn mocked him a bit inside his helmet "yea yea whatever, get over here we have company" The Raging Hobo stepped up beside his friend with the sniper rifle staring off into the distance "Two morons incoming, one pink and one blue" The Hobo stared forward, he could just barely make them out coming their way "I smell a trap... wait no... That's gas, yea wait no... yea I smell a trap" Syn turned to his friend a moment before shaking his head "I worry about you some times" He stared at the two rookies heading their way a moment longer "I have an idea... go get the jeep" The Hobo nodded and turned, standing a moment before turning back "Wait, what jeep?" "You know, the thing we stole from the reds, looks like a big cat" Both regarded each other a moment before speaking "what like a puma?" "Yea there you go"
Donut and Caboose stopped a few yards away from the base, just staring silently "are they there?" Caboose blinked and spoke next "Maybe its sleep time... but its not sleep time... Because yelling time comes before food time, then its sleep time... their messing up time!" The low roar of an engine caught their attention "what was that?" "A three ton death machine ready to kill us" The tank rolled out from behind the base, Caboose was shrieking happily "SHEILA! YOUR BACK!" The Tank's AI spoke as the turret trained on them "Acquiring targets, targets locked" Both rookies glanced at each other "so it's running time now?" "Yea" Both rookies made a mad dash as bullets nipped at their heels, screaming over the gunfire.
Church, now in Sarge's body stared from his perch with the large and powerful rifle in his hands "okay guys, there on their way, everybody ready?" Grif and Tucker were behind the single large rock, both with simple pistols, atop the base were Simmons and Tex with rifles "We're about as ready as five idiots with little ammo and weapons can be against a tank and a jeep with a machine gun" Church nodded as he lifted the rifle and trained it on the two rookies dashing for their lives, followed periodically by large blasts "alright ass, time to send you to hell..." He lowered the rifle a moment "wait, if I kill them then they'll become spirits... meaning they could still take over either team and still blow us to high hell..." He shrugged it off and trained the rifle again "eh, maybe we'll get lucky and they'll possess Caboose"
Simmons and Tex stared as the two rookies leapt and dashed between bullets and shells "Hey, doesn't something seem weird about the tank?" Tex glanced up a moment , her rifle still cocked and ready at her hands "Like what?" Simmons nudged the barrel of his rifle forwards "The fact no ones in it" After a moment Tex looked hard and found yes, no one was driving the tank. "Wait, so if Lopez is on the turret of your jeep, then that means..." She scanned up at the cliff face towards Church's position, where she found a shine reflected off black armor "son of a bitch"
"Huh, the weird, no ones in the tank" The sound of a gun cocking brought Church's eyes away from the sniper rifle "Son of a bitch"
To Be Continued
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