Red vs. Blue: Beginnings

Chapter 4-The 'Battle'

Blue Team

Both Tucker and Flowers looked at Church. "What?"

'You're the guy with the sniper rifle, yet you can't even hit a simple bulls eye, exclaimed Tucker."

"The reds wanted us to shoot at the bulls eye, which I did due to your noobish suggestions. It must have some kinda magnetic field or something."

"A magnetic field?"

"Hey, do you have a better reason?"

"Yeah, it's that you're a rotten shot!"

"Now now you two," commented Flowers. Church obviously had his aim off a little bit. Church, that's something that you and I will need to work on (Church shuddered). Tucker, your complaints are valid but you really shouldn't give Church such a hard time."

"Why not? He's an asshole. Assholes deserve that kind of treatment."

"Can it shitberg!"

"Church, watch your language," said Flowers sternly. "Now, I know you're worried, but I think we can still pull this off, but only, only if I have the full support of you two.

"I don't think we're in much danger," pointed out Church. "I mean, the sniper rifle is a stealth weapon. It's very unlikely that it alerted them to our presence." Gunfire started racking their position. "Ah, crap…"

Red Team

Griff, the sergeant and Simmons continued to open fire against the blues, Griff's treachery seemingly forgotten in the heat of battle.

"Simmons, remember those lessons on how to hate blue?"

"Yes sir!"

"Well now's the time to prove yourself in verbal assault."

"Will do sir," responded Simmons. He cleared his throat. "Suck it blue!"

"Yeah, suck it blue!" yelled Griff. "Wait… that's your insult?"

"Well can you do better?"

"Sure," replied Griff. "Hey blues! You couldn't hit a red even if he had a bulls eye spray painted on his back, yer bunch of cockshitting fucktards!"

The sergeant came over. "Private, that's the worst insult I eva heard!"

"Huh?"

Blue Team

"Man Church, that cut deep," said Tucker, seeing Church doubling up in response to the orange one's comment.

"Yeah…yeah that hurt," he said. "Someone actually came up with a better insult than I could."

"Actually, I was referring to the comment on your aim."

"Oh shut up Tucker, it's not as if the reds could aim any better." It was at this point that a bullet chipped Church on the shoulder, sending him into a state of shock. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled.

Red Team

"Yeah, take that you son of a bitch!" yelled Simmons, who had fired the wounding shot.

"Well done private, you got that blue son of a bluer bitch real good!" beamed the sergeant.

Both eyes turned to Griff. "No, I am not resorting to using an insult as crap as that."

"Do it…" threatened the sergeant, raising his shotgun to Griff's head.

Griff stared. "We're in the middle of a battle, and you're threatening me for not insulting the enemy?"

"Griff does have a point sir," said Simmons. "We should wait until after the battle to ruin his life.

"Nah, I can't wait that long," exclaimed the sergeant. "Besides, it's not as if those blues could hit anything."

Blue Team

"Hurry up and die prick," said Tucker to Church. "I can't wait to start dancing on your grave."

"Tucker, I'm not going to die from a shoulder wound. Besides, if I did die, I swear to god that I'd come back and haunt you."

"I thought you couldn't stand working with me."

"True, but at least as a ghost I could make your life more miserable."

"You two please, stop it," whispered Flowers. He doubled up. "I…I've let you down Church," he whispered.

"Ah don't blame yourself sir," said Tucker. "He had it coming to him anyway."

Flowers ignored him. "Church, I'll understand if you want to kill me someday, even with something as simple as injecting me with-…"

"Sir, just get to the point," moaned Church.

Flowers drew out his assault rifle with one hand and simultaneously pulled out a blue flag from nowhere. "You shall be avenged!" he shouted, starting to fire.

Red Team

"What the hell is that teal guy doing?" asked Simmons. "Hey sergeant… hey, what's your name anyway?"

"Not now Simmons!" shouted the sergeant, who was pointing his shotgun at Griff. "I've got a problem with my least favourite private!"

"I am not saying that line! Besides, shouldn't we be worrying about that blue guy firing at us?"

"Griff, he's a blue. If they can't hit us with a sniper rifle, there's no way they can hit us with an assault rifle. That's meant for close quarter fighting, and blues never resort to that."

"Assault rifles are also meant for suppressing fire," said Griff. "Honestly, do you have any idea about military strategy?"

There was silence, interrupted only by the sounds of bullets from Flowers's rifle. "That's it," growled the sergeant. "It's time for me to do what I should have done a long time ago." He primed his shotgun. Griff tensed up. Suddenly a bullet hit his side, courtesy of Flowers. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled.

"Hah, I knew you'd give in dirt bag!"