A/N: Chapter 29 of this fanfiction is here! Sorry for the long break, but I was on vacation. I'll bring Sister in maybe next chapter, but first, we have to get some rubbish out of the way (such as a SouthxMaine smut scene, the introduction of Doc, and Alpha's rant at Tucker). So, let's get the Blood Gulch Chronicles done!

Also, I think my liver's about to commit seppuku for one reason: Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

*Chapter 29*

Tucker turned around as a familiar ghostly shape appeared, and his jaw dropped. "Shit, Church? What the fuck are you doing here, man?" 'Shouldn't you be haunting some stupid ghost world or something? Or is this a concussion-induced dream that will be lacking sexy chicks in thongs and thigh highs?' As his prized Swedish lesbian porn was stolen and at the Red Base, he only had one involving hot leggy brunettes in thigh boots and thongs under his pillow that, rather surprisingly, Maine still didn't discover and smash to bits with his giant knifle.

The ghost folded his arms, tapping his foot. "You clearly forgot what I told your ass about Freelancers. And what did you do? You let another one get involved. And not just a little bit, either." Tucker snorted, meeting his dead friend's gaze. "Big deal. She got our goddamn flag back, and even repaired our tank. Dude, we can actually match the Red Team now, with them currently down a man." 'That pink guy looked as though he was dead. Hopefully the fucker does die.'

"You don't even know her name, do you?" Church asked irritably. "Her name is South Dakota, and she has quite an attitude. Trust me on this; she's bad news. Even though she repaired your stupid tank, she could turn and beat the living shit out of you." The aqua soldier winced as he felt a sharp pain rock his head, and he rubbed it gently. "She already threw a screwdriver at me. That fucking hurt like hell, and I still have headaches from Maine beating my ass." 'Why does every Freelancer in this canyon hit harder than a grizzly bear? We never had to worry about this bullshit when Captain Flowers was still alive…'

"I don't feel sorry for two reasons. One; you probably fucking deserved it. Two; I'm a fucking ghost," Church returned dryly. "And if there is one goddamn thing I've learned about you, it's that you usually deserve to have the shit kicked out of you. Especially by a woman." Tucker rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in annoyance. "Is this the only reason you decided to appear? So you can bitch at me for letting another Freelancer join our team? Seriously, I don't even have any say about what goes on here, and this South Dakota chick just appeared here earlier this week." 'We have four Freelancers in this canyon. They all know each other. Something tells me they're hiding shit from us. I mean, Maine and South Dakota just leaving a few days ago; that red/black guy coming here…what the fuck is going on?'

"No. The real reason I'm here is because something big is coming," Church replied, looking around to make sure they were alone and unable to be overheard by either the two Freelancers on their team or the teamkilling retard Caboose. "The fact that they just left a few days ago to do something and the Reds are training like ODSTs means something is going to happen. I have a feeling that we're maybe a part of something bigger. You know, like we're the test dummies in some massive project or something. Fuck if I know."

'We're test dummies? Get the fuck out of here, dude. That just sounds like bullshit,' Tucker thought, snorting. "Please. If we were live targets, then wouldn't we all be dead by now? I don't think that's right at all, man. I think you're reading way too deep into this shit, though I think you're right about this leading up to something." 'I hope Church doesn't suggest eavesdropping on Maine and South Dakota. They'll just string our asses up from the flag and beat us like a piñata, except blood will be coming out instead of Reese's or Starbursts.'

"I'll need you to keep an ear out for both South Dakota and Maine. They'll think you're being a nosey dickhole, which is pretty accurate in regards to describing your ass at times," the ghost said dryly. "But just make sure you act as though you have no idea what they're talking about and pretend to be a retard. Which for you isn't all that hard." Tucker rolled his eyes, lashing out with the butt of his pistol. "Asshole." 'Shit. I just tried to hit a goddamn ghost. That just strengthens Church's claim of me being a dumbass.'

"You seriously just tried to hit a ghost? Holy shit, man. Even Caboose isn't even that stupid," Church chortled. The aqua soldier growled, looking away in embarrassment. "Oh, fuck you. At least I can still experience a good, long blowjob." 'Unlike your ass, who is a ghost for all of eternity. I can still experience sex, so score one for me.' He didn't want any of the two female Freelancers, for they seemed to be taken and were rather intent on making him experience tremendous pain. Instead, he wanted a good sleaze that had no bush, was good at head, didn't object to anal or a camera for recording purposes, and swallowed. In his mind, spitters were quitters.

"Despite the fact that your ass is a virgin and will never get a blowjob from even a drunk prostitute?" Church pointed out dryly. "Right. Listen, I have to go. Just do what I fucking said, and there'll be no issues. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and haunt some stupid ghost version of this goddamn canyon. And if you see Caboose, tell him that he will end up with my foot up his ass."

"Okay, man. Just let me handle everything, alright?" Tucker sighed. "I'll find out what the hell is going on, and I won't let them find out. That South Dakota chick hits hard as hell." 'She hits almost as hard as that girl on the Red Team, and both hit harder than any girl in the fucking world.' Church then disappeared, leaving Tucker standing alone in the middle of the base and looking like a lonely moron.

"Fuck me. Why do I always get the goddamn hard job for? This is bullshit!"

-0-

Reach finished sharpening his knife, looking over at Texas next to him. "We have to tell the Reds the truth, if we want to go after the Meta and the Director." 'They'll be pissed, but they need to know. They can use that anger to fuel their drive. Or, in Grif's case, we can just keep a rifle pointed at his nonexistent dick and make him work.' The chubby orange soldier was finally starting to lose weight, but he found another way to piss off Sarge (and just about everyone on the Red Team) without doing much effort. He decided to start smoking cigarettes inside his helmet, and Grif's lungs were soon going to be blacker that Texas's armor since he was going through more than two packs a damn day.

"I know. Should we just get it over with today?" Texas asked, leaning on his shoulder. Reach nodded, giving her head a kiss. "Yes. Eta, go and tell Maine to let the Blues know. We'll meet up with them within the hour." The orange AI vanished, and Reach walked out of the armory. "Red Team, report to the boardroom. I have news for all of you, and you're not going to like it." 'It can't be helped. But I'm counting on them being furious. That'll motivate them to hunt that asshole down with us.'

The Reds filed out of their rooms (apart from Donut, as he was still in the hospital), and they sat down, unaware of the news they would receive. "What the hell do you mean?" Grif opened up another pack of his cigarettes, lighting one inside his helmet. "What kind of news is this? Are you announcing Donut's death or something?"

"No, Private. That would be good news," Texas answered, folding her arms. She never forgave the pink soldier for trying to make a sex joke towards Reach a few days ago, and was probably glad that he got blown up by South's Plasma Grenade. "The bad news would be if he survived. Honestly, I hope he ends up dead. Fucking colorblind asshole…"

Reach sighed, sitting down at his end of the table. "The news is this. You are all simulation soldiers, set up in a practice environment for Special Forces soldiers called Freelancers. You're live targets, supplied by the UNSC for an elite task force known as Project Freelancer." 'Queue the angry outburst from Sarge…'

But Sarge didn't. Instead, he took off his helmet, letting his head sink. "Live target, huh? This is what this old ODST has been reduced to. Nothing but a goddamn test dummy." His mustache had flecks of gray in it, and he tightened a fist. "Dammit it to hell!"

"You were an ODST? What happened?" Reach asked, surprised. He had seen that the Sergeant had some experience, but he never expected for him to be the ass-kicking bastards who dropped feet first into hell. 'Sarge, an ODST? I never expected this…'

"The Covenant invaded the planet Reach, and were in the process of glassing New Alexandria," Sarge started off. "I was dropped with my partner Jared, who was like a brother to me. Once we got to the city, it was already in flames. The civilians were screaming as they got murdered by those alien assholes, but we still had a job to do. Jared and I were pinned down by at least twenty Brutes, all by ourselves. We fought like hell to get out, but then Jared was killed by a Brute Chieftain. I watched as the only friend I had in the UNSC was hit by a Gravity Hammer, and thrown off of the New Alexandria Hospital…"

'So, Reach was attacked here as well,' the red/black Freelancer thought. "When was this?" 'I never thought you were like this because of your past. But it turns out you're haunted, and instead of getting the treatment you should've gotten, you were thrown here by Project Freelancer.'

"Ten years ago. Reach managed to hold off the attacks, but I couldn't fight in the war anymore. I was discharged from the UNSC for instability, and have been stationed here ever since," Sarge answered quietly. "So, the damn Red vs. Blue war was all just a training setup for Freelancers, huh? Who could be such a bastard to allow it?"

"The Director of Project Freelancer," Texas answered, folding her arms. "And that's not all he's done. He's committed crimes that include cloning, illegal genetic alterations, torture, and murder. The Lieutenant and I were both part of Project Freelancer, but left after we found out what the Director did, along with Maine and South Dakota of the Blue Team."

The Reds were silent, until Simmons spoke up. "Are we going to have a truce with the Blues now?" Reach nodded, standing up. "Yes. We'll meet up with them in the hour. After the treaty, we'll take the Pelican we used earlier this week, find another ship, and go after the Director." 'That bastard knew very well that what he was doing was wrong. The UNSC might think that we're the ones responsible for his crimes, but we'll prove everything that he did, along with our innocence.'

"Find a ship? Who the hell is going to be flying that?" Grif asked in shock, his mouth open and his cigarette falling out of his helmet. It impacted on the floor, going out, and the less chubby orange soldier cursed. "Shit. I didn't mean to do that."

Grif stuck another one in his mouth, lighting it and puffing. "That's better…" Reach rolled his eyes, making a mental note to make sure that Grif didn't try smoking next to explosive materials. "Texas and I will handle that, along with Maine and South Dakota. You and the Blues will be responsible for making amends and not killing each other like a bunch of dumbasses." 'Haven is out of the question for the search. But, maybe we can find a small frigate or something at a disused base.'

"Yay us," the orange solider muttered, coughing hard. "We have to sit in very close quarters with assholes that we've been in a pretend war with. This day went to shit in a nutshell." Reach rolled his eyes again, rubbing his head in frustration. "Just do it without complaining. Sarge, I need you and the others to pack up as many supplies as we can. Weapons, medical supplies, ammunition, food, water, tools, and spare parts for Lopez. We won't be coming back here once we set out."

The Red Sergeant nodded, putting his helmet on and sealing it. "Yes, sir. Simmons, once we get the Pelican, I'll need you to load the Warthog onto her. We might need another source of transport apart from going on foot." He turned to Grif, pumping his Shotgun. "As for you, Private, you better stop smoking. Otherwise, I'll get a little reckless."

Grif gulped, and he immediately spat out his cigarette in fear. He may have enjoyed pissing Sarge off every now and again, but he was smart enough to know that Sarge was actually serious with his death threats. "Yes, sir!"

Reach loaded his Battle Rifle, and he flexed his robotic arm. 'Maine, I hope you and South can get the Blues ready to meet up with us. We'll need every soldier we can get our hands on to take down the Meta and the Director.'

-0-

South swallowed as she saw Maine step out of the shower, heat rushing to her face. The massive Freelancer was clothed only by a towel, and the silver-blonde woman caught herself staring at his bare chest and powerful arms. 'S-so hot…' Her love for the mute man had grown and grown, until finally, it had reached this. She needed him, here and now.

South strode over to him, and Maine's face flushed as she leaned close to him. "Maine…I need you." 'I probably sound like some thirsty whore, saying I need him inside me. But it's true. It's not lust…it is love. It's not a want. I need him.'

She pressed herself against his broad body, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Please…" Maine placed his arms around her waist, and the silver-blonde jumped, locking her legs around him. South let out a soft gasp of surprise as she felt his hands caressing her body, and she pressed herself harder against him. "M-maine…" 'This feeling…it just feels right.'

The big man carried her to their room, and he placed South on her back before locking their door with a soft growl. He strode over to her, and South wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him passionately. Maine's hands ran up and down her long legs, and South's face flushed as she started to feel heat pool between her legs. "M-more…" 'It's so hot…I need to get out of these goddamn clothes. Why did I think it was a good idea to wear this damn bodysuit again?'

Maine unzipped her suit, and the silver-blonde Freelancer moved her hips as it fell off onto the floor. She could feel the massive man's erection growing against her, and she blushed as she tried to piece together how big it was. 'Fucking hell…it's not just long, it's fucking thick. I'm almost scared that I won't be able to walk for a year.' By her estimations, it was easily in double digits, and would definitely be quite a stretch.

South squirmed slightly, knocking Maine's towel from his waist. It fell on the floor, and big man's face flushed as South stared at his erection. Her eyes widened at the sight, and she was pretty sure her eyes seemed as though they were painted on. 'That's going to be a tight fit…I don't think I'm walking properly for a week.' "O-oh my…"

Maine let out an embarrassed growl, scratching the back of his bald head with one hand as he pulled South's panties down. The silver-blonde Freelancer could feel the intense heat between her legs, and she met Maine's dark gaze evenly, giving him a gentle kiss. "Please…" 'This is going to be painful at first, but pleasuring at the same time.' "I'm ready for you."

The massive man nodded, and he held onto South's waist before slowly and gently pushing his erection inside of her. South's eyes widened, and she let out a moan as Maine entered her. "O-ohhh~!" It hurt at first, but after the pain died away, it was replaced by pleasure. South wrapped her arms around Maine's neck, giving him a nod. "I-it's okay. I can handle it." 'No, I can't. Who the fuck am I kidding? I'll be broken in half after maybe ten minutes. But it'll be worth it…'

Maine kissed her before he began to thrust, and South moaned in pleasure as she felt him moving inside her. "Ohhhhh~!" She felt herself tighten around him, and her legs closed around his waist as he thrusted into her. Maine's normally deep growls were turning into soft gentle ones, and his hands were caressing South's body as his thrusts helped her get used to his size.

"S-so big…Ohhhhh~!" South moaned, arching her back. Heat waves rolled through her body, and her light eyes met Maine's dark ones. "H-harder…I can take it." 'I must be crazy to ask him to thrust into me harder. He might accidentally shift my kidneys or make me have to undergo hip surgery with that big hard-on of his.'

Maine's lips trailed down to meet her neck, and the silver-blonde Freelancer squirmed in pleasure as she moved her hips to take more of him inside her. "Ohhhhhh~!" Her insides were burning in pleasure as the massive Freelancer's thrusts increased, and she could feel her legs beginning to tremble.

South's lips covered Maine's jaw, and her moans encouraged Maine to run his broad hands up and down her long legs. She shook in pleasure, and the feeling of burning ecstasy started to build up with each thrust. "O-oh fuck! M-maine!" 'It feels so good…and I love this burning sensation.'

Maine's hands slid up, and South moaned as they gentled squeezed her soft breasts. "Ahhhhh~!" Her hair was beginning to stick to her face with sweat, and the pleasure building between her legs was slowly approaching its limit. 'I can't last much longer. It's too much for me to take.'

She could feel Maine's big erection starting to throb inside of her, and his growls were filled in pleasure as his release started to approach as well. South's eyes widened, gasping and moaning as the big man seemed to push every inch of himself inside of her, giving her maximum pleasure just before her inevitable orgasm. "OHHH~! Yes~!" 'S-so much…'

Her thighs shook violently, and South arched her back in pleasure as she experienced her orgasm, her vision blacking out. "OHH~! MAINE!" Her hips bucked a few times, and her vision eventually returned to leave her tired as fuck as Maine pulled out of her. His thick seed shot onto her stomach, and he leaned down to kiss her gently with a soft, loving growl.

South panted; she was hot, sweaty, and exhausted beyond reason. "How come we can work out for hours on end, and yet less than thirty minutes of sex leaves us utterly worn out and wanting to sleep for the next ten years?" 'This makes no sense…I should have better endurance than this.'

Maine let out a grumble, shrugging his shoulders as he ran a hand through South's sticky hair. The silver-blonde Freelancer smiled as she kissed him, laughing softly. "I think we're both going to need to shower…and I love you." 'I'm glad he pulled out…I don't know what would happen if I ended up pregnant.'

-0-

Texas let out a sneeze, wiping her nose in confusion. "Huh?" 'What the hell? Do I have a cold or something?' A quick check of her biometrics confirmed that she was completely healthy, with no trace of any illness whatsoever. 'Maybe just a stray speck of dust or something. Though it is strange that I just randomly sneezed for no reason. I don't think it's even possible for me to get a cold here.'

The blonde Freelancer still couldn't help but notice that her insides still felt filled after she recently had sex with Reach. 'It still feels warm inside…oh God, what if…!?' With her dark blue eyes wide, Texas gulped and started to sweat as she checked her biometrics again. For now, the scan didn't reveal anything just yet. 'Inconclusive. It looks like I have to wait for another few weeks before I know. Oh fuck…this just got really fucking scary.'

Being an active-duty soldier, Texas knew what the worst-case scenario for her was. The best possible outcome was that it didn't mean anything and she would be perfectly fine, though her and Reach would have to be more careful in the future to avoid further scares. The worst was something that could possibly be dangerous.

The blonde shook her head, wiping her face and breathing hard to calm herself down. 'It's not confirmed…oh, just what the hell should I do!? If it does happen, what do I say to Reach? It's not something I can just say casually to him, is it?' She didn't think he would flip out or just leave her, but she was still terrified about what he would say if the event she was dreading did happen.

"Just calm down. It's not guaranteed…" 'Oh, please…I don't know what I could say to Reach if this takes a horrible turn.'

-0-

Tucker finished burying Church's dead body, and he wiped his brow before slumping. "Fucking finally. Even while dead, you are still a fucking pain in my goddamn ass." 'Why didn't that red/black guy just leave him to rot? No one apart from the damn Freelancers seemed to care that Church was blown up by a goddamn tank.'

He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned to see someone wearing purple armor, a strange device in his hands. "Um, excuse me. Are you Private Tucker, the one who put in a call for a medic?"

Tucker snorted and folded his arms. "Yeah. Dude, we put in that call more than two weeks ago. What the hell did you do, crawl here?" The medic sighed, slumping as he walked towards him. "I came as fast as I could. Where's the patient?" Caboose came out from the inside of the base, surprisingly quiet for once as he made his way towards them.

Tucker snorted again and looked at the recently finished grave. "Well, he's about six yards behind you and six feet straight down." 'Asshole. You took so fucking long to get here, and as a result, Caboose is even more retarded, I have a goddamn concussion, and Church is dead. The only ones not injured are the goddamn Freelancers.'

The purple medic turned around, looking at Church's grave. "Oh…sorry about your loss." The aqua soldier rolled his eyes, putting his hand up. "Don't be. He was a massive asshole, anyway." 'I don't miss your ass, Church. I can actually think and masturbate now that you're dead.'

"Um…" Caboose started off, seemingly unable to formulate a sentence properly. "I-I don't know how to explain this…but I think those two scary people on our team are wrestling." Tucker opened his mouth to give the blue soldier a good swearing at when he interpreted Caboose's words in his own perverted way. 'Maine's fucking South Dakota? This is bullshit. Am I going to be the only guy who doesn't get any ass in this stupid canyon?' "…thanks for letting me know."

He then saw both Freelancers approaching, and he gulped. "Um, Caboose, you might want to run for your life. Like, right now. Seriously." 'You fucking idiot! You don't sit there and fucking listen to people having sex like some stupid creeper! Especially when they can beat the living shit out of you!'

The blue idiot slowly turned around, only to be ninja-kicked by South Dakota. "Asshole." Caboose flew about five feet through the air, only to land in front of the medic. "Ow…if I die, you can have my orange juice…" Tucker rolled his eyes, backing away from the Freelancers before he too got his ass kicked again. "Shut up, Caboose…"

South Dakota marched up to the medic, and she folded her arms. "Doc, right?" The medic shook his head. "I'm not a doctor. I'm a medic." The blue/green Freelancer tapped her foot, letting out a soft growl. "What's the fucking difference?"

"A doctor cures people. A medic just helps a person feel better…until they die," Doc answered. South Dakota shook her head and leaned over to Maine. "Note to self: don't ever get a fucking medic. Never." Maine gave her shoulder a caress, and she sighed. "Well, there's no wounded here. Unless you count these concussed assholes."

"Oh, okay then. I'll go check on the Reds then," Doc stated, prepared to walk away. Tucker narrowed his eyes, and he blocked his path. "Whoa, man. Why the hell are you going over there? We need you to help us kick the Reds asses, not help them feel better." 'What kind of bullshit is this!? You can't just switch teams, you asshole!'

"I can't commit violence. I'm a pacifist," the medic answered. Caboose finally got to his feet, and he wobbled slightly as he faced Doc. "You're a thing that babies suck on?" Tucker shook his head, slapping him on the side of his head. "No dude, that's a pedophile." The aqua soldier then winced as he too got hit, this time by both Maine and South Dakota. "That's a pacifier, you fucking idiot."

Tucker held his head, and he tried to blink back the throbbing pain in his head. "Ow…this really hurts…" Maine growled in annoyance, and the two small glowing people appeared on both Freelancers' shoulder. "We've received a message from Reach and Eta. It appears as though we're making our move. He and Texas have told the Red Team of the project."

'What project?' Tucker wondered as South Dakota faced the fiery red figure. "What about that asshole Wyoming? Isn't he still lurking around the canyon, waiting to kill our asses off one by one?" The green figure on her shoulder shook its head. "Not anymore. Reach has eliminated him, and his equipment has been destroyed. He wants to meet up in the center of Blood Gulch Canyon in one hour."

"Good. Maine, should we tell them now, since the Reds already know?" South Dakota asked. Maine nodded, letting out a low grumble. The blue/green Freelancer took her helmet off, looking at Tucker and Caboose. "You are all simulation soldiers, supplied by the UNSC to give highly trained soldiers known as Freelancers live target practice."

Tucker's eyes widened, and he felt himself get furious. "WHAT!? You mean some fucking asshole in the UNSC purposely sent us to be killed!?" 'Fuck! Church was right about this shit all along! We really were just stupid fucking test dummies!' "What kind of cold-blooded asshole would allow it!?"

"The Director of Project Freelancer," South Dakota replied, her light eyes narrowed. "The whole 'Red vs. Blue' war was all just a training program. As for our friends here…" She motioned to the two glowing people with one hand, wiping her face. "They are artificial intelligence programs, Sigma and Delta. They run our equipment. Without them, it wouldn't work properly."

"I have one question. Are we going after this Director dickhole or not?" Tucker asked in anger, not concerned with the possible consequence of tremendous brain damage. "If we are, then I'd love to stab him in the ass with that giant fucking knifle thing that Maine has." The giant white Freelancer growled at him, brandishing his weapon in annoyance.

"I take that as a no," Tucker muttered, folding his arms. "So, I guess that we have to go meet up with the Red Team, have a truce, drink beers, and fuck some Filipino hookers before finding this douche bag?" South Dakota sighed and rapped him on the head, shaking her head. "Two things. One: we're not getting drunk, as we'll be too busy finding the Director to actually get beers. Two: I seriously doubt that any girl, even a raging slut, will want to fuck you."

Tucker opened his mouth to retort when Maine hissed, and the aqua soldier thought better of it. "Yeah, yeah…" 'You know what? I don't want to die just yet, so I won't say what I was going to. In fact, I think I'm going to just turn the other cheek.' "So, is there anything else that'll be trying to kill us?"

South Dakota shared a glance with Delta, and after a slight nod, she faced Tucker and Caboose. "Yes. There are two other enemies we have to worry about, and one has unknown capabilities. The first one is the experiment the Director created, called the Meta. He used to be a Freelancer, but he was genetically altered to create a monster with amazing strength. Unfortunately, the Meta wants to kill us and steal our AIs and equipment."

"And the second?" Tucker asked, already scared shitless by the mere description of the Meta. 'Oh my God…what the fuck is going on here? Just how many people want us dead!?' South Dakota sighed, looking down. "The second is the leader of the Basilisk's Fang, a mercenary guild of sorts. His name and combat capabilities are unknown, but he was able to sever Agent Reach's right arm off, suggesting he is a heavily trained fighter."

"Holy shit…how the fuck are we supposed to survive!?" Tucker exclaimed. "We're not even licensed to use some of the goddamn weapons in our own base!" 'What kind of bullshit is this!? We have three psychopaths trying to kill us, the whole Red vs. Blue war was a joke, and there isn't a single hot chick I can fuck in this canyon!'

"Fuck licenses. From now on, those rules don't apply," the silver-blonde Freelancer said. "All that matters is that we and the Red Team cooperate to try and take those bastards to justice. Once we prove the Director is at fault and eliminate the Meta and that mercenary guild, we'll be free." Maine growled in addition, and the red AI Sigma faced the green one. "He's right. Blue Team, be prepared to meet up with the Red Team in fifty minutes for the official truce. After that, we'll gather supplies, get our hands on a decent ship, and head out."

Tucker and Caboose nodded in unison. "Yes, sir!" As Caboose scurried away towards the base with Doc to get a check-up, the aqua soldier looked out towards the Red Base, on the other side of the canyon. 'Let's get this shit done.'

'And please, give me a goddamn sexy slut to fuck.'

A/N: One more chapter of the Blood Gulch saga to go…it's a bit sad, because it has seen many milestones (Florida's and Wyoming's deaths, ReachxTexas and SouthxMaine smut, Reach's new arm, and Sarge's revealing of being a former ODST), but after Chapter 30, it'll be Wash and Massa's journey for about five chapters before I revert back to the Reds and Blues. And don't worry; Tucker will eventually get some. From who though…I have yet to decide whether it'll be an alien like in the Blood Gulch Chronicles (either Season 3 or Season 4. Can't remember really…) or Sister as implied in Recreation.