Well, I got a couple of reviews on my last chapter, and I basically got a big 'keep it up'. Thanks going out to xAdenX and SGT. Baker. Thanks guys. Well, I'm picking up where I left off. Keep in mind, I don't own Halo (Microsoft's work) or Red vs. Blue (Rooster Teeth's brainchild), just my very own plot.
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Simmons lay on the floor screaming to himself. He had been at it for some time now, and it was time to put a stop to it. Grif did the only thing he knew to do in this kind of situation. He removed the gauntlet shielding his forearm, took off Simmons's helmet, and started to slap his annoying teammate in the face.
When Simmons finally stopped, Grif held his helmet out to him. Simmons snatched it from his hands quickly, angrily. "What the hell, man?" was all Grif could think to say. Simmons gave him a withering glare before standing and replacing his helmet. He walked over to Grif, who stood at his approach. He grabbed the orange-clad soldier by the neck and pulled him close.
"If Sarge ever finds out about any of this, I'll make you wish I'd killed you now," he said in a low growl. He turned and walked out of the small room. He turned back to poke his head in through the entrance way. "And, uh, thanks. I needed that," he said, reaching up to rub his aching cheek, forgetting about his helmet. He left Grif angry, scared, and confused in the stuffy room.
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Tex and Church stood silently outside the ship. They had just made it this far and were waiting for any sign of the Reds. It was strangely quiet for such a large ship, doubtless filled with Red soldiers. Unless…No, Church thought, shaking his head. No, they'd need a command almost as stupid as his own to send an empty ship. And yet…
Voices drifting out from the ship's entrance reached them and they froze, listening intently. "No, Donut, I'm not redecorating the base in memoriam and that's that," a voice shouted. Sarge, Church thought, identifying the angry voice. Another sounded. "But Sarge…" it whined. Donut, he thought. But wait, he'd seen the ship land on Donut. A small voice piped up inside him. Yeah, it said, you also saw the tank shoot at you. You're dead, Tex's dead, why not him? Church shrugged it off for the moment. They were still talking. "Where're Simmons and Grif?" Sarge asked. "Right here," a new voice, Simmons, said. "I was checking out the ship." "Did you at least find supplies?" Sarge asked hopelessly. So it is empty. That's good news. Tex looked up at him and nodded. That was the signal. They were headed back to the base to tell the others.
They were almost back when Tex brought up something that had been bothering her. "Why exactly did we leave O'Malley at our base without supervision?"
"Our base?" Church asked skeptically.
"Answer the question," she said bluntly.
"We didn't, O'Malley's switched hosts. What? You didn't already know?" he asked, prompted by her shock. She had stopped walking entirely.
"No, I didn't already know, no one told me! Where is he now?" she asked accusingly.
"I guess no one told you because you were off chasing Wyoming!" Church shouted defensively. He calmed himself before answering her question. "We don't know. The Reds used their radios, then Caboose called me to tell me he had left Doc."
"So it could be any of them?" she asked incredulously.
"That's pretty much the size of it," Church told her. "Come on, we have to tell the others about the ship," he said, taking her by the shoulder and pulling her to the base.
"Alright," she said, shaking him off. "But if you ever grab me like that, I'll have to kill you."
"Duly noted," he said with a grin.
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Short chapter this time, but if I had kept on, it would have been about twice this side, and nobody really wants that, right? I'll do my best to keep updates regular so long as I think you guys want me to. Well, R&R, and I'll see you kids around.