A/N: This chapter is the start of the feud between Sarge and Grif. Enjoy

Bungie is to bungie as RT is to RT

Finally, Sarge is waking up. I never thought I would be so happy to… wait… I'm always this happy to see Sarge. Now maybe I can redeem Grif by telling him what happened.

"ugh, Simmons, is that you?"

"Yes sir. Don't try to move to much, your still recovering from the wounds the turrets inflicted on you."

"Simmons, did you get the bullet out of me and destroy the turrets, and carry me back to base?"

"Well, actually sir."

"Because if you did, then I would promote you to Second in Command."

Normally, I wouldn't betray a friend like Grif this easily. But this is different. Sarge is offering me a promotion. I would have to be stupid not to ruin a perfectly good friendship in lou of a promotion.

"Yes. Yes I did sir."

"Well congratulations Simmons. Or should I say SiC."

Wow, this is great. I didn't do anything and I got promoted. Well, now I'll have to deal with Grif…. Unless I don't tell him that I told Sarge what he really did. Uh oh, here he comes.

"Grif, what were you doing out there?"

"Excuse me sir?"
"Simmons destroyed the turrets, got the bullets out, and carried me back to base. What were you doing while I was out?"

"What? Simmons didn't do shit! I did all that stuff! Simmons, tell him the truth!"

"But I did. Sir it seems like Grif is being insubordinate again."

"Simmons, hand me Stephanie."

"Oh what, now your gonna shoot me. Big deal, you already broke my kneecaps, and that was the hardest thing I've ever dealt with. What are you gonna do, kill me."

"Don't tempt me. Beside, I have a new game I want you to play. Ha ha ha."

"Sarge, you don't me?"

"Simmons, get the bomb and arena ready."

"ugh, yes sir."

"Simmons, what's going on?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough dirtbag."

Sarge is having me get "THE ARENA" ready again. I never thought we'd ever use it after command found out what we did with Henderson years ago.

(Flashback to years ago)

"Now, Henderson. I want you to go pick up that bomb and put it on the pad over there."

"Uh, okay sir."

3.2.1

BOOM!!

"Ha, best game ever. We should have the next recruit play if we don't like him."

(End flashback)

Poor Grif, I guess I will lose the only friend I have in this godforsaken canyon after all.

Hey whats that red ball for?

"DEAD ONLINE"

"Oh, Simmons. It seems you found DEAD."
"What's DEAD sir."

"Grif. Ha ha ha. No but seriously, you remember how after Henderson, we weren't allowed by command to play this any more?"
"Yea."

"Well, I've made a device that allows the user to feel all the pain involved with death, but not die. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yea, but wait. Why not we just make three more and go destroy the blues right now so we can go home?"

"Well, I only have enough parts for this one's maintenance. And you can forget me making Grif one. I want him to die, but since me getting court marshaled isn't an option, this will have to do."

"So, what does DEAD stand for sir?"
"Destroying Evocative Assholes Directly."

"Wow, you made a device that is practical and useful."

"Yea, well, no time for talking. We have a prisoner to torture."

A/N: I think you all know whats going to happen in the next chapter.

The invention of Grifball (It's Contagious)

Anyway, Read, Review, Give me some ideas for the next story.

I'll do either RvB or Halo, whichever.