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Location: Blood Gulch (Outpost Number One)

The sun was beating down on Blood Gulch and yet no one was inside the Red Base. The Red army was returning back after losing the Blue flag that the rookie had gotten off the Blues a week ago. They had left the base that morning after seeing one of the Blues dancing the Macarena on top of a hill. Sarge had everyone spend the morning firing pot-shots at him. It wasn't until they saw another Blue sneak past them with the flag that they realised what had happened.

"Sarge, I'm so sorry that we screwed up the mission sir, I should have stayed at the base while the rest of you tried to snipe that Blue." As always Simmons was kissing Sarge's ass in an attempt to not lose his coveted second-in-command position.

"It's alright, Simmons," said Sarge, before turning to Grif, "you were just following orders like I'd expect you to. It's Grif with the history of insubordination who should have disobeyed my orders and stayed at the base."

"But Sarge, you said that if I didn't come with you then you'd make me the target"

"Exactly, I gave you an order, you should have disobeyed it. You know like you do with chores or our weekly poker games."

"Sir you order us to show you what cards we have"

"Yeah, I gave you an order. You don't see Simmons complaining when he shows me his Royal Flush, do you?"

"But…"

"No buts Dirtbag. I think I'll have Lopez do something to you for your lack of insubordination. Something involving you tied down and the Warthog."

"You mean the Puma?"

"Shut up, Private."

Its was at this stage that Donut, who was upset that the flag that he'd captured, however accidentally, had been stolen.

"Sir, am I still getting new armour?"

"Yes you are. I requisitioned it yesterday. Unless you want Grif's."

For once Grif didn't say anything, as they'd arrived back at the base and he'd run off to the kitchen for a snack. Sarge and the others moved into the main room of the base, where Donut's new armour was waiting.

"It's, it's…" Said Donut as he looked at his new armour.

"It's pink" Finished Grif as he walked in, before checking the answering machine.

"Donut," cried Sarge, "I didn't know you were a lady. I should have used my nicer manners, Madam."

"It's not pink, it's lightish red." Said Donut as he picked up his armour and left the room muttering under his breath the words "lightish red lightish red lightish… Hey this really complements my eyes, and it's so roomy."

Two Hours Earlier

Location: Sidewinder Red Base (Secret Red Command)

At Red Army Command on Sidewinder, a desperate message had been sent from the control room as Alpha Team massacred the finest soldiers in Red Army. By finest it is meant that they had a chance to kill a sleeping Grunt if were in a Scorpion Tank. So a massacre wasn't very hard to get when Red Army was facing the best eleven soldiers from Earth. It seemed that the deal to not destroy Red and Blue Commands turned out to not be worth much. Blue Command was already a smoking crater and when news had reached Sidewinder, they were already under attack. With all official forms of communication cut by the Alpha's, the General had managed to get a single message out from his mobile before Masterchief had reached the control room and killed everyone. He had sent the message to his most trusted officer. In the message were details of the Alpha's, and a briefing of the situation. As the bullets from Mastercief's Assault Rifle had penetrated his armour, the General's last wish was that he and all of Red Army would be avenged.

"Cortana," called out Masterchief from inside the control room "has Red Army been holding out on the locations of their bases?"

"No, we've exterminated all the bases in their databanks, but right before we arrived, someone deleted a file from the map. A last Red stronghold perhaps?

"But that would mean that there'd be a Blue Base there as well. I thought you said all Blue Bases were accounted for?"

"Chief you blew up most of Blue Command's computers with the Pelican. There could still be one left."

Masterchief had picked up the phone at this point.

"Cortana. Can you check this phone? Perhaps he left something there."

It took Cortana only moments to analyse the simple phone's message banks

"I've got it. There's a Red Base at Blood Gulch. The General must have sent a message with information about our mission to the men there."

"So we won't have the element of surprise this time?"

"'fraid not Chief. I'll signal the Alpha's to move back to the Pelican."

Finally thought Masterchief. A real mission. The other bases had been so easy to take out, all the soldiers in this war were idiots. But hopefully he'd still have the element of surprise when he arrived. He'd trained at Blood Gulch once, and he had some interesting plans to implement there.

He turned around to see that the General's was still moving. He shot him through the head and left. The General's last thought was that of revenge.

Present Time

Location: Blood Gulch

"Hey Sarge," called Grif "we've go ten messages, do you want to hear them?"

"Ten? They're probably just telemarketers calling about timeshare condos or Pyramid Schemes. Don't they know that Hexagons are the real way to money?

Grif quickly pressed the delete button before running back to the kitchen for more Oreos. The Machine deleted the messages one by one, until the words, MESSAGES DELETED appeared. They had no idea what was heading towards them.