(Hey, guys! yes, I'm back with another chapter! Well, enough wasting your time, and let's get to it!)
Minnesota walked over to the gate, looking at his damaged armor. "...Think she'll hold?
Alpha appeared, nodding slightly. "Most likely from the impact of the building, by my calculations, while battle-worn and damaged, I'm sure your armor is functioning as good as any other armor-"
"It was a yes or no question, jeez. Didn't have to explain every little detail of my armor's damage. I mean, I'm pretty aware of it." Minnesota adjusted his gauntlets, looking at the gate.
Alpha followed his gaze, shrugging. "Think we could just ask nicely?"
Minnesota chuckled, activating his Strength Enhancer and reeling his fist back.
Alpha groaned slightly. "Of course it's never that easy..." She said before disappearing.
—-DIFFERENT POV—
Griff looked around. "Uh...Hey, Carolina! There's a black-armored dude talking to a purple-ish smaller dude!"
Carolina groaned slightly, clambering up to where he was. "Last time I was up here you told me that a BUSH moved."
"The bush DID move! I SAW it with my own eyes!" Griff said rather defensively.
Carolina stared at him under her helmet. "..Griff, I think you need your eyes checked. Now, what's with the black-armored thingy?"
Griff threw his arms up. "How am I supposed to-"
BONG
Carolina and Griff whipped their heads over to the sound. "...Does THAT answer your question?"
—MINNESOTA POV—
Minnesota punched a fist-sized hole right through the steel gate, grabbing one side with both of his hands and ripping it off it's hinges. "There. That solves that problem."
"Hold it right there, you-wait, who ARE you?" A teal-colored Soldier said, gripping a DMR.
Minnesota chuckled slightly, cracking his knuckles. "Allow me to introduce myself..."
(Well, Tucker's screwed... Anyways, see you guys in the next one!)