"God, this sucks," Grif announced for the millionth time.
"For the last fucking time," Simmons began. "We heard you the first time. Stop telling us."
"I agree, Sir," Donut said to Sarge. "Those to do make an excellent couple."
"Shut up!" Grif and Simmons shouted in one voice.
Before anyone could continue, Sarge got a call from command. "Hello?" He answered.
"Hey, dude," Vic said. "Heard you blew up your own base. Not cool."
"Oh, right, that," Sarge muttered. "Well, you see, it was all Grif's fault—"
"It was not!" Grif yelled as Simmons smirked at the man's rage.
"—that and those blues came up with a fool proof plan to trick us into do it." Sarge continued.
"Wait, didn't this just switch their flag with ours?" Donut asked.
"Whatever, dude," Vic told him. "You guys have been making way too many screw ups anyway. To prevent you from killing yourselves, we're sending over one of the best soldiers we have. Try to screw this one up like you did the others."
"A new solider?" Sarge said. "That's perfect! Those blues'll never see 'em coming!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Vic sighed. "Just don't die before she comes." With that, Vic hung up, glad to have ended the conversation with the psychopath.
"Hey, Pretty-in-Pink," Sarge shouted. "Check to see if Lopez is done with the base yet. We got a new recruit comin.'"
"Yes, Sir!" Donut said cheerfully as he ran out of the cave to the base.
"Yay." Grif said, unenthusiastically. "A new recruit. Wonderful."
"Shut up, lazy-ass," Simmons ordered.
"Kiss-ass."
***
"Chuuuurcccchhhh," Caboose whined. "Tucker keeps tryin' to shoot meee!"
"How many times do I have to say it?" Church yelled. "I'm not your fucking mother! So stop coming to me with ever damn problem!"
"Yeah, shut up, Caboose!" Tucker agreed, shooting at Caboose but missing horribly.
"God dammit," Church uttered under his breath as he walked back into the base to see a young girl—only 18 at the oldest—with long brown hair coming to her hips. Her purple eyes were aimed into a thick novel she was reading. She wore the rest of her armor witch was black with midnight purple paint slatted on it. She seemed to not notice Church's entrance.
"What the fuck?" Church couldn't help but scream. "Why is there a girl here?"
"'Cause I went clubbing last night!" Tucker answered as he entered the room with Caboose close behind him. "Bow-chicka-bow-wow!"
Suddenly a knife went flying threw the room, getting stuck in the wall only inches from Tucker's head. "Wow," The girl sighed. "I missed. This never happened before. Creepy…"
"Um, who are you?" Church asked.
"Oh, she must be that new solider command was sending us," Caboose said with a large smile. "Ya know, the one that's here because we screw up too much and she's suppose to be one of the best soilders!"
"And you didn't tell us she was coming because?" Church asked in a annoyed tone.
"I did," Caboose insisted, "in your sleep."
Church merely looked at him for a moment before speaking. "Okay, remind me to always lock my door from now on." He turned to the girl. "So what's your name?"
"Katrin," The girl answered.
"Kathrin?" Tucker asked.
"Kat-rin" she corrected
"Kath-bin?" He asked again.
"Kat. Rin,"
"Gloria?" Tucker asked.
"What?" the girl asked, before Church hit him in the back of the head. "Just call me Kat," she said.
"Okay, Kitty!" Caboose said sweetly.
"So, Kat," Tucker started walking close to Kat. "You and me. Wanna do something some time."
"How about," Kat began with a large smile, "you stay out of my way, and I forget you even asked that?"
"I think this girl," Church said quietly, smiling behind his helmet.
"Yeah, great." Tucker agreed. "Another Tex."
"What was that?" Asked a voice from behind them. The group spun around to see Tex standing behind them., Rage was strong in her eyes. "What was that suppose to mean, Tucker?"
"I meant, this girl's a total bitch!" Tucker yelled before he was hit in the head with the Kat's helmet. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Okay, I really like this girl," Church said, louder as Tex hit him in the back of the head.