(Hello, again! I can't stop writing this! I've already published 4 chapters in one day! New record for me! I have no life... Anyways, let's just get riiiiight into it!)

-Two months later-

"Minnesota. Minn. Minn! MINN! MINNESOTA! Wake up, already!"

"Alright, alright, I'm up! Jeez, mom! Some friend YOU are!" He groggily opened his eyes, yawning under his helmet.

Alpha rolled her eyes. "Just get up! We've landed. Not sure where, but we did."

"Huh?" Minnesota looked out the window, seeing that they were in the middle of nowhere. "...Alpha, I'm going to delete your hard drive."

Alpha threw her arms up. "What'd I do?! You told me to wake you when we landed, so I did! God, why do I always get blamed! Maybe I should've let you sleep. You know, left the door open, made wounded animal calls-"

"Alright, I get it! Not your fault! Jeez."Minnesota said as he got up, stretching and adjusting his armor. "It's been two months, we've established ourselves as friends, yet we still argue like an old married couple."

Alpha smiled, disappearing. "Maybe that's what makes our friendship so grand."

Minnesota rolled his eyes, opening the hatch door. "Yeah, whatever." He said as he stepped out, walking into the grass to a waypoint that appeared in his HUD.

—DIFFERENT POV—

"Hey, Griff! You see anything?!" Tucker called to him from below.

"No! Wait, uh, nope! Still nothing! It's the same thing before, and the same thing it will always be!" Griff snapped, leaning against a wall.

"Well, maybe if you were to, oh, I dunno, not be lazy for once we could get something done!" Carolina turned, stalking off.

Griff shrugged it off. "Pssh... I rescue them, and this is the thanks I get."

"Private Griff! Don't make me come up there and introduce you to a whole chest-full of lead!" Sarge called up to him.

—MINNESOTA POV—

Minnesota watched them through the scope on his Battle Rifle, rolling his eyes in disgust. "Ugh, idiots... always has to be idiots."

Alpha appeared on his shoulder. "They're not just idiots. They're THE idiots. The Reds and Blues. Famous across the galaxy..." She paused when she saw Minnesota staring at her under his helmet, clearing her throat. "A-at least, that's what I heard."

Minnesota chuckled, leaping off a rock and cracking his knuckles. "Well, I hope they're durable."

"Well, actually they're extremely durable. Why do you ask?"

Minnesota smiled under his helmet. "I think it's about time I find out about these 'Reds and Blues'..."

(Hey, guys! Whoa, I think Minnesota's either gonna beat them, or hopefully just go and talk to them! Probably not. See you guys in the next one!)