CHAPTER 2

8:10 AM, Blue Base.

Church was sitting in a chair in the tiny kitchen eating some toast when Tucker came in.

"Hey Church."

"Hey dude, what's up?"

Tucker looked through the only cabinet in the kitchen, looking for a bowl and replied, "um, actually, have you seen Sister? I can't find her anywhere."

Church rolled his eyes and swallowed.

"You're not looking dude, there's only so many places she could be. Use your brain."

"I did!" Tucker said scowling. "She's not in any of the rooms, she's not up top, and she's not in the basement."

"Wait a minute, what basement?" asked Church.

"You know. The area right below the sleeping quarters. It's really meant for a car or something; that's what the Reds use it for. We just pile up old crap down there."

"Oh. Right. Whatever, no I haven't seen Sister and I don't care where she is; it's her own business. You've been following her around too much dude, it's kinda creepy."

Tucker just snorted, before settling on a granola bar and leaving.

8:30 AM, Red Base.

Grif slumped down onto the couch in the garage/basement of Red Base. There was no room for it anywhere else, and it was cooler in the garage anyway. Grif propped his feet on top of a warthog wheel, and tried to fall asleep. Sarge was busy cleaning his shotgun for the next half hour or so, so Grif wanted to get a little nap in before he had to start doing whatever crap the Red Team leader assigned for him.

"Pst! Hey Grif!"

Grif's head bounced up and swung wildly around, looking for the person talking.

"Huh? Wha? Who there?"

Simmons came from around the corner and snuck up to Grif.

"Sh! I don't wan Sarge to hear us!"

Grif rolled his eyes.

"All I can hear is Sarge singing man, he won't hear us."

There was indeed the sound of a certain individual singing, "Glory, glory to the reeeeeed team, glory, glory to the reeeeeed team," echoing throughout the base, much to Grif's displeasure.

"I've got a great idea," said Simmons, still whispering. "Let's take the warthog out go attack the Blues!"

Grif just stared.

"Why the fuck would we do that? And why do you not Sarge knowing?"

Simmons glared at Grif through his helmet.

"Listen, let's just do a quick little drive-by thing. You drive, I shoot, and Sarge'll LOVE the motivation!"

Grif shrugged. "I dunno dude. I know you're the expert on kissing ass, but this sounds like we could get shot or something.

"We know the blues!" replied Simmons. "We shoot at their base walls for a minute, they take cover and yell insults at us, then we drive away; we've done that sort of thing all the time!"

"That's not what I meant," said Grif. "We know the blues, yes, but I mean something might happen to the warthog and Sarge might shoot us or something…"

Simmons leaned down closer to Grif and nearly snarled, "listen jackass, Sarge will think it's great and everything for doing work without being told, and you know how he hates the blues. All you gotta do is drive around the base a time or two and then drive back. I can't do it by myself, and Donut can't drive or shoot worth a shit!"

"FINE," grumbled Grif. "But on one condition. If ANYTHING happens to the warthog, YOU will take full responsibility. Deal?"

Simmons smirked. "Deal, but trust me. NOTHING is going to happen, it'll be fine!"

8:45 AM, Blue Base.

Caboose was having an interesting time chasing a cricket around outside the base. Church was out on top of the base again, now watching him, chuckling to himself. Sister was on her way off somewhere, Tucker discreetly following, who had finally found her.

Sister jogged briskly away from Blue Base, the direction away from Red Base. Tucker noticed that she had a few little things with her that he could not see, but it piqued his interest.

"Why would anyone go this direction?" Tucker thought. "There's nothing but a near vertical cliff wall…"

Sister approached the rock wall, and began to walk alongside of it, trailing her hand across it. After a few seconds, she climbed down into a small hole until she was out of sight. Tucker ran up to the place that she had disappeared into and peeked in. It was almost a tiny cave, but with light coming from inside. There was a large crack about 2 feet wide and 5 feet tall, so Tucker had to bend down to get through, where he nearly screeched at the sight inside.

Peeking from behind a rock Tucker could see that this was a massive cave-type formation, only with no roof, so sunlight poured in; however the first thing that caught his attention was the "waterfall" which spanned to the very top of the cliff wall. Tucker was astounded – there had never been natural water in Blood Gulch, except for maybe two rain showers a year or so. The reason that no one had heard the water falling before now was due to the fact that there was only a small amount of water falling, and it was relatively quiet. However, what made Tucker want to screech was Sister, setting down a towel and bucket with soaps and lotions, and preparing to take her armor off. Tucker understood it all now – Sister came here to shower without having to be rushed in the tiny shower at Blue Base – and Tucker's face was about to explode from his massive grin.

Sister removed her helmet, set it on the ground, and began unlatching her chest piece. Still Tucker was trying not to make a sound from suppressing the sheer perverted joy, and it was difficult. If this had never happened Tucker would have paid hundreds to see Sister naked.

Sister had now set her torso armor on the ground, removed her arm pieces, pulled her shirt off, and began to undo her bra. Suddenly Tucker could hear someone yelling, "Tucker! Where are you? Get out here!" It was church.

"Damnit Church," Tucker thought. "Why did you have to pick such horrible timing?!" However Tucker decided to listen to his boner and stay hidden.

Off came the bra, out came the boobies, and down went Tucker's jaw. Not because Sister had huge boobs, because she didn't, but simply because of the sight of it all. Tucker could've sworn she was glowing.

Next Sister removed her feet, leg, and waist armor. After this of course she took off her socks, panties, and stepped into the small shower of falling water. Tucker had just gotten his mouth shut when it dropped again at the sight of Sister, 100% nude, scrubbing down her legs with soap; back and forth – her skin looked incredibly smooth and pure, irresistibly so. Next she took soap suds and began to rub her chest with the lathery foam, and then her neck.

"Man this armor's a real pain in the ass," Tucker thought. "It's really cramping my hard on…"

After a few more minutes of scrubbing, Sister put her soap back in her bucket and began to rinse off. It was a glorious sight as she felt herself down everywhere, and shook hair from side to side. She had removed her ponytails so she could wash it better, so her auburn hair flew wildly at just-past shoulder length.

After a 20 or 30 minute cleansing, Sister stepped out of the water, grabbed her towel and dried off, before putting her undergarments back on. Tucker was tempted to pop in and act like he had found this place by accident when Sister was dressed again, but he decided that Church might really need him with something, like removing Caboose's head from the toilet. So Tucker quietly and reluctantly headed for the opening, where he saw Church and Caboose searching around the base for him.

NOTE: So whaddya thing? I thought it was pretty hot (OH YEAH more to come) so please above anything else leave a review and what you think about…well, actually mainly the plot, I write each chapter having no idea what the next will be about :3 - but don't worry I have a few specific ideas comin' up!

- Urgorn

Mini little side note thingy: Since I don't have a for sure plan for a plot, this might never end. Endless episode 101. Anyway, stay tuned!