A/N: Hey guys! I am back with Chapter 12 of Agent Reach, which is something I have been looking forward to. I loved the few who mentioned that Simmons and Grif were going to shit their pants (sadly, no. But Tex will be using Grif's dick as target practice XD).

*Chapter 12*

Reach and Tex crept through the Red Team's base, their Active Camouflage units holding steady. The two simulation soldiers above them either didn't know that their flag was missing, or they just didn't care. Most likely the latter. 'I almost feel sorry for the bastards."

"I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God, you know, with a plan for us and everything? I don't know, man, but I sure keeps me up at night." The orange soldier seemed to be taking the 'Why are we here?' question a little too seriously, and something told Reach that the maroon soldier didn't mean it in that way. 'He's probably wondering why he's stuck in the middle of a box canyon.'

After a very pregnant pause, Reach tried to not rub his head in frustration upon hearing the maroon soldier's voice. "What? I mean, why are we out here, in this canyon?" The former Spartan prevents a frustrated sigh from escaping him, and to his left, Texas let out an amused snicker. 'How will I put up with these idiots?'

Eta kept silent, mainly because the AI was busy running diagnostic checks on Reach's equipment, as well as detecting hints of annoyance from him. Reach wondered how Maine was faring; the big man wasn't exactly the best when it came to dealing with stupidity. 'Hopefully, these guys don't think that the UNSC's motto is 'When in doubt, rub one out.' Texas might injure them seriously if that's the case.'

The two Freelancers reached the small walkway leading to the top of the base, and they stood perfectly still behind the two simulation soldiers. Reach took out the clip of his Battle Rifle; there wouldn't be any gain in killing them. 'Besides, it'll just be a waste of ammo.' To his left, Texas did the same. A small message bleeped across Reach's HUD, and he could hear Eta whisper in his head. "Reach, your Active Camouflage unit's power supply is dwindling. It'll require a five minute recharge if it is drained completely."

'Damn. I'll have to deactivate it, then,' Reach thought, disabling the camo. The two simulation soldiers were still just talking, not aware of two heavily trained Freelancers behind them. "Hey, where the hell is Sarge? Isn't he supposed to be here?"

Reach glanced down, and he saw another simulation soldier, wearing standard issue red armor; this was most likely the Red Team's commander, as Florida was the Blue leader. When the man spoke, Reach let out a sigh. "Ladies! Front and center on the double!"

He sounded like every single 1950's stereotype; this was the kind of person who would claim that pumas and walruses were mythological creatures. 'They don't get any smarter, do they?'

The two soldiers turned to face him, running down. The maroon one let out a swear, "Fuck," while the orange one fumbled with his sidearm. "Yes sir!" They jumped down from the base, landing in front of their sergeant.

Reach stood perfectly still behind a column, sliding a small paint cartridge into his Magnum, clipping the small arms weapon to his side. 'No point in killing any of them. We'll need them alive to keep the little 'Red vs. Blue' battle going on; these rounds should lock their armor down, though.'

Looking around, he realized he lost Texas; her Active Camouflage unit was still functioning, and Reach let out a small hiss. 'Dammit Texas. Where the hell are you now?' He activated the heat-seeking feature of his HUD, and he found Texas. She was right behind the Red Team's leader, her fists cocked back. 'Let me guess…you plan on messing with your food first.'

The former Spartan looked down at the three simulation soldiers, feeling sorry for the tremendous amount of horrible pain they would likely suffer within the next thirty seconds. 'Either they're going to shit themselves, or wish they were dead.' Reach opened a private COM channel, hoping he could prevent the black Freelancer from causing major injuries to them. "Texas, we need them alive. Do us a favor and try not to kill them brutally, will you?"

He didn't get a reply, and Reach brought out his Magnum to see if the three soldiers below were armed. The Sergeant had a Shotgun; the other two standard issue Magnums. 'This is going to be…a little messy.'

Reach looked through the heat-seeking feature again, and Texas was standing directly behind the Sergeant. "Texas, I know what you're thinking. Let's be somewhat professional and not-"

Texas deactivated her cloaking, punching the Red Team leader in the chest and throwing him into the maroon soldier. "Surprise bitches!" (A/N: *starts playing On Your Knees from Season 9*)

The orange one jumped, and he raised his sidearm in vain as Texas kicked it away, slamming her fist into his crotch. He doubled over in immense pain, holding the very sensitive area before he received another flurry of punches, making him fly backwards again. "Not the dick!"

Reach sighed in frustration, shaking his head. 'Dammit Texas.' "Eta, how much longer until the unit's fully charged?" The AI paused for a second, an eternity for it. "About three more minutes, Reach."

The former Spartan watched as maroon soldier got spun around by a brutal punch, and the Sergeant flew into him, knocking them both down. The orange one joined them on the ground, holding his crotch in pain. "What do we do, Sarge?"

The Sergeant shook his head, pumping a round into his Shotgun. "I don't know. I've never hit a girl in my life!" Reach's eye twitched slightly, still in his observation position. 'How dumb must the military be to give these idiots live ammunition for a stupid Capture the Flag exercise?' The more he tried to think about it, the more the slowly increasing throb in his head grew.

The maroon soldier stood up, drawing a Rocket Launcher from the side of the base. "I noticed! Try harder!" The orange looked around for a weapon, but he grabbed the nearest item as his Magnum was on the dusty ground somewhere. What he grabbed made Reach groan in frustration. 'Are you fucking kidding me?'

The orange soldier picked up a fucking traffic cone, swearing. "Fuck!" Texas approached them, and she ran towards them, ducking underneath a rocket and knocking him into the base wall, the explosive weapon falling from his grasp.

The Sergeant tried to fire a round, but Texas twisted the weapon from his grasp, throwing him into the wall as well. The orange soldier looked around, probably terrified out of his skin. Texas slammed her boot into his crotch again, throwing him onto the ground and aiming the Shotgun at his face.

The maroon soldier, looked up from the ground, his armor dented. "Oh no, Grif!" Grif tried to shy away from the horrible fate of his when Texas pulled the trigger, only for the weapon to click empty. "Oh come the fuck on!"

The Sergeant seemed to be cross with his soldier. "Private Grif! You should be ashamed of yourself. We've run out of ammo again! That's your responsibility!" Reach let out another annoyed sigh, a small beep on his HUD alerting him. 'Good. It's fully charged.'

He activated his camo, creeping around down the base until he was directly behind the three soldiers. 'A three on one…but you should've sent four.' Checking to see if his Magnum was loaded, he ejected the clip and slapped it back in, watching as Texas kept her boot on Grif's crotch.

The orange soldier let out a sigh of relief. "Well, this is the first time my laziness has ever saved my," He let out a pained gasp as Texas grinded her boot harder into his crotch. "Life!" Texas flipped the empty weapon around in her hand, cocking it back like a golf club. Grif raised up the traffic cone in a weak attempt at defense, knowing the pain he would suffer. "Protect me, cone!"

Texas slammed the butt of the Shotgun into Grif's dick AGAIN, this time with a sickening impact as he fell into his maroon buddy. "Four!" The maroon soldier grumbled as Grif crashed into him. "Watch it."

Grif yelled out weakly in reply, his voice a much higher pitch now. "You watch it!" Reach rolled his eyes as the Sergeant tried to show off, yelling in annoyance. "You idiots! Let me show you how it's done!" He turned around, and he received a strong punch to the face from Texas. He fell next to his men, and Grif snarked at him. "Nice demonstration, Sarge."

Eta chuckled at the orange soldier's remark. "Damn. Talk about being a snarker." The Sergeant got to his feet, grumbling. "Oh shut up."

Reach stood up and made his way in front of the three soldiers. He deactivated his camo, folding his arms. "Hey Texas? How about you pick on someone who can fight back?" 'I have to make sure they don't end up too badly hurt.' Though judging by the fact that Grif was holding a medical kit to his crotch, he seemed to be a little late.

"Reach…what exactly are you planning on doing?" Eta asked, his tone curious. Taking on the highest ranked Freelancer would seem to many as a brutal, very painful way to commit suicide; there were other, less painful ways to do that.

But, Reach was much more than just that. He was a hyper-lethal assassin; ONI's own top secret dweller of the shadows that could kill with a whisper of a sound or with a firestorm into Hell itself. He trained extensively in stealth and hand-to-hand combat, and even fresh off a battle with the Meta, he was sure he could handle a single opponent.

Even if it happened to be Texas.

Texas looked at Reach, tossing the empty Shotgun away, the weapon being covered in dust. "Is that supposed to be a challenge, Reach?" The former Spartan looked back at the three simulation soldiers, firing his Mangum three times. The paint capsules locked their armor down, rendering them stationary. 'I better make sure the idiots don't get in the way.' "Possibly. What if it is?" 'This might either be the smartest thing I've done or the worst.'

Texas chuckled, bringing her fists up into a stance. "Then thanks for the chance. Ever since you fought South and that nutcase, I've been kind of itching for a good match." Reach grunted, getting ready himself. 'Great. What the hell have I gotten myself into now?'

Texas and Reach circled each other, neither of them flinching. It was like watching a pair of lions stalk around, each of them daring the other to move first. Even with their armor locked down, Reach could still hear the simulation soldiers talking and grimacing. "Ten bucks on the bitch in black." Judging by the high pitch, that sounded like Grif; he sure as hell wouldn't be able to have any children in the future. If he lived that long.

"My money's on the black and red," the Texan accent of the Sergeant grumbled, probably looking around for his trusty Shotgun, even though it was out of ammo. "Heavy is good. If it does not work, you can hit the bastard with it."

"Hey Reach, can you hand me that little paint gun of yours and move to the side?" Texas asked, easing up. "I want to shut these morons up first; they're giving me a headache." Reach grunted, drawing his Magnum and firing at them more. 'Please. You'd just shoot at me instead of them.'

Somehow, Grif's codpiece managed to attract the paint rounds; his crotch was covered in the light-ish red paint, along with his helmet. The other two were pinned down and couldn't even lift their hands due to the paint pinning them to the ground. "Fuck."

Reach rolled his eyes, ejecting the empty clip. "Any good ideas to shut them up, Eta?" The AI paused, snickering. "None that wouldn't kill them, sadly. It's not like we have duct tape; I think Maine has that at the Blue Base, along with Florida…or should I say, Cappy." Reach let out a small grumble, placing the sidearm on his hip. "Don't ever say that. Once was enough." 'Goddammit Florida.'

Eta laughed again and Reach faced Texas once more, cracking his neck. The black Freelancer seemed to grin at him as she got back in her stance. "What, do you not trust me or something? I'm hurt."

Reach grunted, circling her once more. "Stow it." Texas snickered as she raised her fists back up. "Ooh, so you're gonna be in charge? I like it when you're demanding." Reach hissed mentally; he may have not had the surgical procedures that the Spartan IIs did, including the decreased sex drive, but as he used to be ONI's assassin, he never thought about a relationship other than the brief one he had with Noble Team on the planet he was named after. 'You are not helping right now.'

-0-

Florida watched as the Alpha patrolled the top of Blue Base, with Tucker standing guard by the flag to make sure it was kept safe from any intruders. 'I wonder if they've realized it yet. They're pretty much perfect for each other.'

A small smile on his lips, he turned as he heard Maine's footsteps behind him; the big man wasn't the best when it came to stealth, even if he was equipped with an Active Camouflage unit like Texas and Reach. He was simply too large physically, and he preferred to use his brute strength in combat.

Maine let out a low inquisitor growl, and Florida removed his helmet to get some fresh air and talk to his fellow Freelancer face-to-face. "Are you wondering why I decided to send Reach and Tex alone to Red Base?"

Maine nodded, removing his domed helmet and running a hand over his smooth bald head. Sigma let out a small chuckle. "He thinks that you possibly had…other considerations when you made that choice."

Florida smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, you wouldn't be wrong. It's about time they had some time to themselves." Maine let out a grunt, flexing his arms and stroking the scar across his throat. Sigma covered part of his face, blinking. "Uh, Maine? I'm not too sure that was the best thing to say. I don't think it'll jump right to that, yet."

Florida smirked, folding his arms and looking out at the Alpha as he continued his patrol. "Don't worry Maine and Sig. That won't happen just yet. But, we can help assist them into the right direction."

Maine let out a hiss, shaking his head. Sigma let out another chuckle, the fiery red AI seemingly amused by whatever the massive yet silent Freelancer had said. "Oh my…he's wondering if we're here to help you play matchmaker."

Florida smirked and looked over in the direction of Red Base, some way in the distance. "All in due time, my friend. All in due time."

A/N: I know…you all want the fight between Tex and Reach (and in some cases, romance), but I was kinda losing it in this chapter, and I needed to end it before it never got finished. Until next time!