"Doc?" Church's voice rang into the room, and light flickered on. "…Doc, he's dead."
"What?" Doc's eyes opened. "Oh… Yeurgh."
Church was about to agree. Simmons, the body turned out to be, was in as bad a shape as Grif. The slumping body on the wall was unarmored, and thus showed multiple signs of bruises and welts from the beating. Two tubes coming out from his clavicle were ripped off from where they would have connected to, and both blood and oil were still dripping onto the soaked material of the black long sleeve shirt. His mouth was foaming and his eyes were rolled back. To some surprise, one of those eyes was black instead of white.
"Poor guy… I wonder what happened…" muttered Doc. "Why is one of his eyes black?"
Church shrugged, turning away uncomfortably from the sight. Why was it that everyone died with their eyes open? "How would I know? Maybe it was the cyborg part or something."
Something clattered in the kitchen, and Church snapped into attention as he heard it. "Hey! Shh!"
"You already said that," answered Doc, still queasy from the last encounter.
Church growled. "Shut up. Listen!"
No other sound came from the kitchen. He jerked his head once at the confused medic before moving stealthily towards the entrance. Once both there, Church rolled to the other side of the doorway, getting a muffled snort from Doc. Glaring, Church motioned to Doc's scanner and pointed to the kitchen, putting up three fingers.
"What? I don't understand," whined Doc, forgetting that they were supposed to be hidden. Church looked panicked, and started to wave his hands frantically. "Look, Church. I don't understand what you're trying to say. You see, I'm really bad at charades."
Church slapped his hand to his visor. Ignoring Doc, he jumped into the room, gun at ready. "Hands up and drop your weapons!"
His other hand stammered around for a light switch, cursing to himself for every lost seconds. Finally the light turned on, illuminating the chaos of a kitchen and one lone Red blotch at the opposite wall.
"Church, there's no one here but- Sarge!" Sarge, the leader of Red team, was impaled on what looked like a sharpened foot of a chair. He groaned weakly.
Doc hurried to him, while Church kept the shadows under check for any other possible enemies still lurking around. "Sarge, you okay? Hold on."
Sarge's head turned up, swaying unsteadily as he stared up at the purple armor. "What? Darn O'Malley… What in Sam-Hill… You dastardly Blues… you got O'Malley on your side, eh? Backstabbing us at our time of need… diabolical… bastards…"
Doc cooed at the mumbling man. "Don't talk, Sarge. Let me work."
"Get them hands offa me!" yelled Sarge suddenly, then doubled over in pain as Doc pulled out the chair.
"Sarge, O'Malley left. This is Doc. You know, the medic?" said Church, holstering his pistol.
"That doesn't make me feel anymore secure, Blue." Doc slapped the older man's arm, though with no malicious intent.
"What happened? Donut came to us asking for help."
Sarge's helmet turned to look directly at Church. "What… what happened ta him?"
"He died. I'm sorry," replied Church, not really meaning it but feeling obliged to.
Sarge sighed, his years suddenly showing through his armor.
"Lopez," grit out Sarge. His voice was as gruff as ever, though it was clear he was lamenting over his soldiers' deaths.
"Lopez happened."
I'm not sure about Sam-Hill or Sam-Hell. Someone help me out?
Yes. I love how Simmons turned out here. My interpretation of Simmons have this One not-so-apparent cyborg eye, his left, three AI chip port on the back of his neck, very sensitive to moisture, and two tubes coming out from the base of his chin. There are some more stuff beneath his usual armor but that's what's important right now. Just by the jugular vein going straight to his chest right above his clavicle, there are the ports. One tube is for oil and one is for blood. I don't know why, maybe Sarge just replaced his innards so it doesn't have space or something. He originally had a huge chunk of metal on his face, but then it got too difficult to draw, and it didn't really say much how Grif got Simmons' eye, or how Simmons had an improved sight or whatever. So I dumped the huge chunk of cyborg-ism on his face, and instead made his left eye cyborg that looks and acts like the real one. Yes. Sarge is that skillful.
Simmons got his (artificial) veins ripped out! Woohoo!
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