"Oh God! Make him stop! Make him stop!" moaned James.

"…And that's the story of how Sister came to live with me from the moon," finished Caboose.

"Argh! I can't live with this!" exclaimed Skilton, trying to tear the pink bandage off his leg. "Anything's better than this!"

"Stop that!" exclaimed Church, pushing James' hands away from the cloth. "Listen you, are you going to answer our questions or is Caboose here going to start talking again. Got it?"

James stuck his finger up at Church, "Up yours."

"Fine then, Caboose, can you tell our friend here another story?" asked Church.

"Ok Church, I'm going to tell the story of how you and me became best friends," said Caboose.

Suddenly Skilton thought of something. He started 'scratching' his right wrist randomly.

"What are you doing?" asked Tucker.

"I'm just itchy," replied James, still 'scratching' wrist.

"Bow-chicka-bow-wow!"

"Shut up, Tucker!"

'Tap-tap-tap' was all that could be heard over Green Army's local radio. It was Morse Code, a complex language composed of tapping sounds. They sage armoured sniper quickly deciphered the code though. It sounded something like this:

This is Captain James Skilton Serial Number: 2256785 of Green Army stationed in Blood Gulch. I am being held hostage in Blue Base and am being subject to torture. I am holding up well at the moment but it is only a matter of time until they succeed in their attempt for information. It would also seem that the Blue Team here has not been informed of Green Army's existence, strange for we have been in this war for quite some time now. James Skilton over and out.

Now that was strange. Why would the Blues have no Intel on Green Army. Oh well, all that meant was that the shooter had the advantage of surprise.

He moved silently towards the Blue Base. He examined it using his scope. There seemed to be no guards or anything, odd…

Suddenly the roar of an engine could be heard and the sage armoured sniper melted into the shadows. An ATV with a pink soldier, most likely a woman due to the way the person sat on the bike, riding it tore towards the Red Base. He seemed to be alone, that did not make sense though. There should be at least two others with him; those where standard Red operating procedures.

The pink soldier kept riding towards the Blue Base until he was about ten metres away and he hopped off. He sprinted towards the base, his weapon lowered; he didn't seem aggressive at all. When he reached the ramp he started yelling, for a 'Doc' as far as the sniper could tell from this distance.

After a minute or so a cyan soldier emerged, his gun lowered too. Now, the sniper could have eliminated both of the contacts with little trouble at that very moment, but he didn't. There was something that didn't quite add up. Why weren't they killing each other? The sniper just watched on…

"I need Doc now!" exclaimed Donut. He didn't have time for this.

"Look I just give up Doc like that! What if this just a trick to get the medic away from us so he can't help us when you attack!" replied Tucker.

"For Christ's sake this ain't a trick! Just give me Doc!" retorted Donut.

"Hey I can't do tha—" began Tucker before Donut butted in…

"Look, you see this gun?" said Donut in a deep voice, raising his gun to Tucker's head "It's going to put three bullets into your f-cking head unless you get Doc out here right now."

Tucker raised his hands above his head "Ok, ok, just don't shot me!" He then walked inside and emerged a few minutes later with a purple clad Medic.

"What's the problem?" asked Doc politely.

"Just get on," answered Donut hopping back onto the ATV.

Griff placed an unconscious Simmons on the ground and stared in awe.

They were in the caves now and they had stubbled upon something. Something huge.

There were weapons everywhere. Sniper Rifles, Battle Rifles, Shotguns, Magnums, even a couple of Rocket Launchers. The only thing wrong with it was a lack of ammo. There was also a green flag in the middle of the cave.

"Sarge, get that flag there and bandage Simmons' wound with it," ordered Griff, Sarge immediately tore the flag out of the ground and ran over to Simmons. He tore the material off the pole and wrapped it tightly around Simmons' shoulder. That should last until Donut and Doc got there.

Sarge was so focused on helping Simmons that he didn't notice what Griff did. He didn't notice that when he moved the flag a huge cryo-tube was revealed.

"What in the --?" asked Griff, staring at their new discovery. Sarge didn't look up, he was to busy trying to help Simmons; he was completely focused.

Griff edged towards the cryo-tube, not knowing what to expect. He tried to look inside but the glass was foggy; there was a slight hint of green though. He looked around and saw a control pad.

"I might as well," said Griff to himself, as Sarge was still trying to revive Simmons. Griff lowered his Battle Rifle and pressed a few buttons on the control pad. The cryo-tube hissed as steam was released. The caves became full of mist a Griff couldn't even see his own hands.

"Griff, what's happening," came Sarge's voice through the mist.

Griff was about to answer when the mist suddenly cleared, sucked in through vents installed on the roof of the cave. A soldier dressed in green armour stood in front of Griff.

"Who's Griff?" he asked them innocently "Who am I?"