James woke up in a small, steel walled room. He was leaning against one of the walls and he tried to move. Pain shot up his leg and he remembered his wound. He looked down to see his thigh wrapped in a pink cloth.
"Don't move, you might hurt yourself!" exclaimed a feminine voice.
"Huh?" said James rather stupidly. He looked up and saw a person in yellow armour. "Who are you?"
The girl thought for a bit and finally replied "Uhhh… I can't remember my real name anymore but everyone just calls me 'Sister'. Who are you?"
"I'm injured," said Skilton. He wasn't allowed to tell anyone his real name, but with someone this stupid she would probably think his name actually was injured.
"Ok 'Injured', your hurt… that's kinda hot!" said Sister rather enthusiastically.
James laughed "Thanks, but I--" he begun but was cut off by some entering Blues.
"Sister! I thought I told you not to talk to the prisoner!" said Church sternly but not angrily, seriously what else did he expect from Sister?
"Sorry, but I couldn't ignore a face like that!" she exclaimed.
Face? What did she mean by that? Oh no! James lifted his hands to feel his helmet but instead of a metal covering all he felt was his flesh.
"Oh crap," he said lowering his hands. "You bastards took my helmet off!"
"Whoa! You swear? That's kinda hot!" said Sister.
"I think I'm starting to like this girl…" began Skilton when Tucker burst out…
"You stay away from her!" he said, jumping forward from the other Blues and raising his Battle Rifle to James' head hight.
"Meh, like you had a chance with her anyways," replied James smugly.
Tucker was about to say something when Church put his arms between them. "Whoa! Tucker, sit down and shut up! And you, whoever you are, just shut up!"
"Whatever," said James.
Tucker trudged back to Church's side, cursing under his breath that this stranger had made him look bad in front of Sister. He was still mumbling when he reached Church but the cobalt clad Private just ignored him.
"Now listen you, we are going to ask the questions and you're gonna answer them. Ok?" stated Church.
"I won't tell you anything…" retorted Skilton.
Church smiled under his helmet; he had been hoping for this.
"Fine, you want it the hard way? So be it," said Church. Church and Tucker stepped aside revealing a standard blue armoured person standing behind them…
"I like bunnies…"
"What so you mean Griff isn't the one they were shooting at?" asked Sarge over the radio.
"Yeah Sarge, he's standing right next to me," replied a light red (cough, cough, pink!) armoured Private.
"You sure he's not a clone that's only purpose in life was to kill us in our sleep while Griff teamed with the Blues?"
"Sarge for the fifth time I'm not a freaking clone!" exclaimed an orange armoured Griff.
"Shut up you stupid clone! Cupcake, get to our position using the ATV, and bring that clone so we can use him as a shield!" ordered Sarge.
"Right away sir!" replied Donut, killing the radio. "Let's go!"
"Alright, alright I'm coming," replied Griff hoping on the back of the 'Mongoose'. "I still think 'Cheetah' was a better name than 'Mongoose'."
"I thought Sarge told you to stop making up animals!"
"I hate you…"
The Pelican touched down on top of the edge of the canyon's cliff. A soldier clad in dark green (sage) armour hopped out of the back and unlimbered a Sniper Rifle.
"You remember how to engage the parachute?" yelled the pilot over the roar of the engines. The soldier merely nodded and turned around.
"More reinforcements will be arriving in the week," said the pilot.
The soldier shook his head and killed the radio. He then proceeded to sprint off the cliff and engaged the round parachute.
"Rude bastard," muttered the pilot as he raised his bird from the ground and flew into the distance…
The Green soldier floated graciously to the ground and swiftly removed his parachute's harness. He quickly wrapped up the light material and hid it behind a boulder; he had to make sure stealth was maintained.
When he was done he sprinted from cover to cover, occasionally peering through his scope. He repeated this until he spotted two contacts; a standard red one, most likely the underling, and a maroon one. The red one was holding a Shotgun and the other a Battle Rifle.
He weighed up the facts; if he shot maroon one it would mean that the red, Shotgun wielding one would be useless using the close combat weapon against him at this range, also since his leader was wounded or dead he would be in disarray. Not to mention that the whole Red Squad stationed would be leaderless if he did die.
That settled it. The Green raised his Sniper Rifle, scoped and fired. His shot was a little of aim, he was rusty, but the shot did hit the maroon one's shoulder; disabling him.
He quickly shouldered his Sniper Rifle and sprinted away from his shooting position. He had made a distraction to keep the Reds busy, now all he had to do was rescue his Captain from the Blues…
The bullet tore through Simmons' shoulder.
"SON OF A BITCH!" screamed Simmons as he fell to the ground, blood pouring from both entry and exit wounds.
"What the hell? Simmons!" exclaimed Sarge crouching over him. "This is supposed to happen to Griff not Simmons! Now who's going to kiss my ass!"
Just then Donut and Griff arrived in the Mongoose. Donut jumped off and crouched over Simmons too, but Griff just sat on the Mongoose folding his arms.
"Well thanks a lot, Sarge!" he said.
"Shut up!" exclaimed Donut in a rather deep, angry voice "What happened, Sarge?"
"What's it look like? Simmons was shot!" replied Sarge trying to stop the blood with his hands. It was then Griff realized something, Sarge was scared. He didn't know what to do… but he did.
"Donut," he said, taking full control of the team "take the ATV to Blue Base and get Doc. Sarge, help me take Simmons into the caves encase that shooter comes back."
Donut hopped on to the Mongoose and asked "What if they don't give him to me?"
"Donut, I really couldn't careless… Shot them if you have to, just hurry up!" said Griff sternly.
"That sounds fun…" said Donut in the same deep voice and drove off.
Griff grabbed an unconscious Simmons by the arms and Sarge grabbed his feet. They lifted him up and headed towards the cave. Simmons had to survive… he had to…