A/N: UPDATES!!!!!

I finally got off my lazy but and decided to write something. Lack of updates may be a little more frequent due to home renovations and the such.

Anyway, if you haven't seen the fourth part of RvB Relocated, go watch it now or you won't get the joke in this chapter.

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It's been nearly a month and Sarge still hasn't done anything to Grif. He must be thinking of something awful to do to him. Wait, what's that noise?

"Yes blue command, this the 'Anonymous' caller again. I would like to report a spy trying to infiltrate the blue outpost in blood gulch. Yes, I am positive he will be on the ridge at 1300 hours. OK, thank you, dirt bag."

Sarge is going to sell out Grif, I didn't think he would go that far, I have to warn Grif.

"Grif! Grif!"

"Simmons, Grif is on patrol, scouting the blue base for our next attack."

"Well, sir, I um…. Need to give him his lucky Oreo."

"No can do Simmons, you know the rules."

"No one is allowed outside while someone else is already on patrol."

"That's right, now don't go anywhere near the ridge, those dirty blues may be up to something."

Grif is dead unless I can get to him. Well, I don't have much choice.

5 Minutes later

Oh crap, he's being captured.

"Simmons, what are you doing out here?"

"Sarge, Grif was captured while scouting the blue's."

"Did he get any useful information?"

"No, they just captured him."

"It was worth it."

"Sir, shouldn't we get him back?"

"Why bother, he's a no good slacker who can't be trusted, that's why I told blue command to expect him."

"Why would you do that?!?!"

"Why not is the appropriate question."

Sarge is insane.

"Your insane!"

"Simmons…"

"Sorry sir."

"Anyway, don't do anything, the longer he is there, the more information he gets."

MEANWHILE….

"Tucker, we have to kill him, what else are we gonna do to him."

"Well, we could pretend he is a really hot chick and do…"

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! THAT'S DISGUSTING, WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"Why not? Hey, where did he go?"

"Gotta run, Gotta Run!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Son of a Bitch!"

"Hey red, get back here!"

"Fuck you blue."

"Shouldn't we stop him Church?"

"Not after what you suggested."

Back at red base…

"I'll be up on the roof thinking about stuff."

"Grif, your free, how?"

"Those guys are gay, if you know me, I'll find a way to get the fuck out of there."

"Grif, what did you learn."

"That there gay, what else do you want me to say?"

"I want a debriefing after the shipment comes."

"uhh, yes sir."

5 Minutes later

On top of the base…

"Hey."

"Yeah."

"Ever wonder why were here?"

THE END

A/N: This has been very fun to write, but after RvB: Grifball, I'll stick to writing for the blue team. I still like the red team, but blue is far easier to write for. Hope you all liked the story, and if you were disappointed by the ending, sorry but I ran out of ideas. A special thanks to ShadowUmbreon for all the reviews and hope that one day, I will get treatment for my addiction to reviews.