Donut and Doc sped across Blood Gulch on the Mongoose towards the cave. Doc estimated from Donut's description of what had happened that Simmons had fifteen minutes at the most if he did not get medical attention. They pulled up to cave entrance in silence and moved ran in.

"Tell me, where is the Captain?!" exclaimed a voice from around the corner and Donut and Doc stopped abruptly.

"I swear to God we don't know!" replied Simmons in a whiney voice.

"Yeah, if we did we would tell you!" added Griff; now back to his usual un-heroic self.

"No we wouldn't you dirty traitor!" retorted Sarge kicking Griff with bound legs.

"Owww..." murmured Griff.

"And even if we did we wouldn't tell you, you dirty Blue!" added Sarge.

The Green cocked his head then thrust it back in a maniacal laugh. "I am no Blue you fool! I am Private Ivory Roberts of the Green Army! I probably shouldn't be telling you my name but no matter, for as soon as you tell me where my Captain is I can dispose of you lot."

"What's Green Army?" whispered Donut.

"Your guess is as good as mine," replied Doc.

"We already told you we don't know where this Captain of yours is!" said Griff.

"Also why did you help us before?" inquired Sarge.

"I had amnesia from the landing into this 'Blood Gulch' and put in this cryo-tube. But as soon as my friend or foe tagger came back online the memories came flooding back," explained Ivory.

"But we have never even heard of Green Army!" exclaimed Simmons.

"That is a lie!" retorted Ivory pointing at his hostages angrily "What isn't a lie however is that you don't know where my Captain is so it seems I have no use for you left…" and he raised a pistol in the previously pointing hand.

"I have heard enough," muttered Donut in a angry tone and he jumped round the corner firing his Assault Rifle.

"Fuck!" voiced Ivory as he leapt to the floor and fired a pistol round at the pink soldier. Donut strafed to the left narrowly avoiding the incoming shots while maintaining fire on the Green. Ivory would have already been torn apart if Donut had not been forced to strafe but still, the imbecile's shots had been dangerously accurate.

"How is he doing that, Sarge?" asked Simmons.

"I don't know, son, but maybe some of my prowess rubbed of on the lad," answered Sarge proudly.

Ivory combat rolled away from the automatic rifle's bullets and returned the favour while Donut was forced to reload. Donut pulled behind the cryo-tube as he slammed a fresh magazine into the gun.

"Strange, Donut, your accuracy seems far better than what is said in the Green Army Intelligence Database," inquired Ivory.

"We'll it seems your so called 'intelligence' isn't that 'intelligent'," stated Donut "They didn't even get my fucking name right."

"Oh really, what is your name then, pinky?" asked the Green.

"O'Malley," replied the pink dreadnought laughing as he tore from cover firing…

AN: The next part of the chapter will skip around quite quickly but that's just so the scene can be played out as hectically as I intended.

Tucker was bored. There was nothing to do and no sign of the Reds since Donut had came to pick up Doc.

"I might as well check up on Sister," he murmured to himself; he could stand the thought of her being alone in a room with that Green, Captain James Skilton.

"Hey Church! I'm gonna check up on Sister on the prisoner!" yelled Tucker.

"Why? Nothing would have happened," replied Church.

"S'pose so but still…" began Tucker trailing off embarrassed.

"Do you wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv her?" asked Caboose stupidly.

"No I don't!" steamed Tucker.

"Whatever… just hurry back before we all die of boredom," said Church.

Tucker nodded and walked into the base.

The sage sniper eyed the Blue Base through his gun's scope. His brain working as fast as it could. He could pick two of the three sitting on top of the base with ease but then the other would only alert the rest of the squadron inside the base and he didn't like the idea of risking it against a skilled marksman.

The one in cyan armour stood up lazily then went into the base. Perfect. He could now pick of the remaining to in relative silence. He shifted his Sniper Rifle so it was directed at the Blue one's head and was about to fire when he saw movement in the very bottom of his scope. He shifted the gun again…

It was the Captain! This was good. Now he didn't have to infiltrate the base single handed. He examined James; he was in a bad state; he was limping and he was missing his helmet. Luckily none of the Blues could see him and if they stayed in the same position wouldn't be able to see him until it was too late.

The shooter waited motionlessly; unable to shoot as the other Blues would shift positions and see the Captain. Then, even with an Assault Rifle, would be able to take out the helmet less Captain with ease. He could only wait…

"Hey, Sister, how's the assho--" began Tucker entering the room.

Sister was lying motionless of the floor with a knife in her back. Tucker ran to her side a pulled the knife out of her back, strangely there was no blood. He heard a muffled sound and removed Sisters helmet.

Sister gasped for breathe. Tucker rolled her onto her back.

"What happened?"

Sister coughed "He escaped. Nothing I could do… what are you still doing here? Get Church!" she exclaimed. Tucker pulled away slowly. It pained him to leave her there but he knew what must be done. He sprinted to the roof in a second.

"Church! He's escaped!"

The Blues were still just sitting around and the Captain was safe. Skilton was about three hundred metres away from when the cyan soldier came up the ramp and they began to move.

The standard blue one raised his gun, fired into the air a couple of times and began running in circles. The light blue one motioned to the cyan soldier and pointed towards the Captain. The two raised their guns.

Oh no you don't thought the shooter and opened fire on the two ready ones. They flung to cover and the Blue one simple crouched and covered his head. The sniper ignored him and continued to watch and fire.

"Holy Shit!" yelled Skilton and he began running. Pain shot up his leg and the bullet wound burned, forcing him to slow down. He slumped towards the trails left by the Sniper Rifle's bullets. That was his best bet.
Church lunged and hid behind one of the defensive barriers on the base and looked towards Tucker who had done the same.

"You hit?" asked Church.

"Nah I'm alright… but Sister isn't she's still in the base and her armours' in lock-down!" exclaimed Tucker and moved to the ramp but was fired upon by the sniper.

"TUCKER! Stay in cover, Sister will be safe in the base," said Church motioning for his friend to move back into cover. He nodded and moved back.

"Who do you think is shooting at us?" asked Tucker.

"I don't know," replied Church and he snuck a peek around the barrier "But our Green friend sure seems to know him."

The sniper reloaded his weapon with ease; pulling the release, letting the magazine drop to the ground and feeding another in. He could only pray that the Blues would use the lull to fire on the Captain. He locked the magazine in place and raised his head. Something was missing…

The Captain!

A firm hand clasped on his shoulder. He reached for his Magnum sidearm.

"Relax soldier, but please, do give me that gun," ordered James and the sniper handed him the handgun. It was a giant of a thing, much better than the shitty black things he saw the blues using. It was the M6G.

James fired a few shots and motioned to the sniper. "Leave them, they won't come out of cover and the standard blue is a retard."

The sage soldier nodded and let his superior lean on his shoulder and headed for the caves…