Under the Maroon
Disclaimer: I still don't own Red vs Blue.
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Foster watched through his rifle's scope as pelicans landed enemy troops all around them. "Holy crap. How many men do these guys have?"
"This is troubling," Snyder agreed. "Do you think they're landing as many troops where Simmons and Frowney dropped?"
"Probably," Roberts answered.
"I hope they're okay."
"Hey, c'mon. It's our smartest teammate and one of our turret twins. How bad could it be?"
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On the other side of the mountains, the wind was full with the sounds of gunshots and Simmons' screams. "Oh god, oh god, oh god. There are so many of them!" He ran around and randomly shot into the groups of enemies that surrounded them. Frowney just sobbed in response and continued firing at the soldiers. "There's no way we can win this. There's no end to them." He looked around and spotted a cave behind a huge group of enemies. "Hmm." He looked on and got an idea. He grabbed his rocket launcher and fired. He and the enemies watched as the rocket flew past the group and instead landed above them.
"Ha!" shouted a cocky soldier. "Missed!" Then the ground shook lightly. He looked up to see an avalanche rolling towards his group. "Son of a-" before he could finish, the avalanche swallowed him and his men.
"Quickly, now! Let's retreat!" Simmons yelled as he started climbing the small mountain of snow, with Frowney following him and giving him covering fire. Simmons reached the cave and entered. After having ran a few meters, he turned and watched as Frowney slowly caught up with him while holding the enemies off. When Frowney was next to him, he aimed his rocket launcher at the roof above the entrance and fired. The two watched as the ensuing cave-in closed them off from the outside. When he was sure that they were safe, Simmons sighed. "Thank god. A little peace of quiet." He turned to Frowney. "But we should get moving. Put some distance between us and them."
Frowney nodded with a sob and motioned for Simmons to go ahead. Frowney then followed him and kept the turret pointed at the cave-in.
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"Well, shit," the soldier muttered as he stared at the snow that now covered the cave the Insurrectionists had retreated through. He then had a feeling that someone was behind him, so he quickly turned around to see a soldier in red armor with yellow detail. "Oh, Agent Rhode Island."
"Report, soldier!" the female Freelancer ordered.
"Uh, ma'am, the Insurrectionists retreated through the cave."
Rhode looked around. "What cave?"
"The one under that pile of snow," the soldier said, pointing behind him.
"Anyway of following them?"
"They'll probably be long gone by the time we've dug up the entrance and cleared it."
"Alright. Search the mountains. Look for all cave openings and secure them."
"Yes, ma'am!" The soldier saluted and walked off.
A soldier in yellow armor with brown detail walked up to Rhode. "This isn't good. God knows what the Director will do to us if we don't get the package."
"Calm down, Wisconsin. Our orders are to take out the Insurrectionists. And we'll do that."
"Right." Wisconsin sighed. "I hope Oregon and Massachusetts are doing better."
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A man in cyan armor with pale detail watched as two of his men got taken out with a sniper shot. "Seems like they've got a good sniper, Massachusetts," he said, turning to a soldier in olive armor with peach detail.
"He could have just gotten lucky," Massachusetts replied. The two then watched as three of their men got taken out by one shot. "Maybe not."
"I didn't even know that was possible."
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"Nice shot, Foster," Roberts complimented.
"Thank you," Foster answered, reloading. The two had taken cover behind a few rocks. Foster continued to fire with his sniper rifle while Roberts used a grenade and West had gone into close-quarters combat while Smiley and Parker fired into the troops.
Then a sniper shot ricocheted off of Parker's flamethrower. He followed it's trail and saw that Oregon was aiming at him.
"I got this," Foster shouted, aiming at Oregon, who just barely managed to dodge his shot and dive for cover. "Smiley! Roberts! Smoke 'em out!"
Smiley started firing at the rock while Roberts barraged it with grenades.
Massachusetts charged out, firing his assault rifle at them. Parker followed him with his flamethrower, forcing him to dive behind another rock. Parker continued to fire, heating up the rock. "Oh, crap!" Massachusetts yelled as he ran from the rock and looked for more cover, but then ran into West, who threw a punch at him. Massachusetts dodged and aimed his rifle at West, only to get it knocked out of his hand. West then pulled out his pistol, aimed it at Massachusetts and shot twice. Massachusetts ducked under the shots and caught West with an uppercut. He then kneed him in the gut and threw another punch at him, but West caught the fist and pointed his pistol at him. Massachusetts grabbed his wrist and pointed the pistol upwards.
"Shit," Oregon muttered. He switched his radio on. "This is Agent Oregon. Most of our men are dead. We need back-up! Repeat, we need back-up!"
"Negative, Agent Oregon. We cannot spare any more troops."
"Then evacuate us! We need evacuation!"
"Understood, Agent. A pelican is on it's way. Should be with you any moment."
"Okay." Oregon looked through his scope and could already see the pelican coming. He looked back at the battlefield to see that he and Massachusetts were the only survivors.
Massachusetts struggled with West, who pushed him down. West then grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Massachusetts tried to fight back, but West shot him in the chest multiple times, and then shot him in the head.
Oregon cursed as he rushed towards the pelican and jumped in. The pelican took off and quickly flew from sight as the Insurrectionists just looked after it.
"Takes care of that problem," Roberts said.
"Yeah," Snyder nodded. "Now we just need to boy ourselves in and hope that Drake comes before they send more guys." She then noticed Smiley looking towards a mountain. "Don't worry. I'm sure they're fine." Smiley looked at her for a moment, then nodded with a giggle before they went to help the other soldiers with gathering ammo and other supplies from the dead soldiers.
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Oregon walked up to the pilot. "Sir, Agent New Mexico is calling."
Oregon sighed. "Put her through. Ma'am? Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am, the mission was a failure. Agent Massachusetts is dead. Yes, I'm the only survivor. Understood. Heading back now."
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Simmons cautiously walked through the tunnel. Even his knight vision barely helped in this darkness. He then heard a sob followed by something hitting against the floor. He looked back to see Frowney kneeling. He walked back. "Frowney. Are you okay?"
Frowney nodded and got up.
"You sure? Because I'm sure we've covered enough ground. We could take a short rest." Frowney just shook it's head and continued onwards.
"Fine, if you insist." With that, he walked up next to Frowney as they continued through the mountain.