Chapter 5

9:35 AM, Blue Base

Simmons had never seen Grif carry something heavy in his life, which made this a bit odd.

"Um…shit. This seems to be working."

The Blues had fallen entirely back into their base, up the minor grav lift, and into the mid-floor, among the living quarters.

"They got a mother-fuckin' turret man, we can't compete with that!" Tucker groaned.

"Caboose, where did you leave the…rocket lawn chair?" inquired Church.

"On the ground. I think it's your turn for it next," replied Caboose happily, apparently oblivious of the turret pounding on the walls.

Simmons was not happy. "Grif! GRIF! CUT IT OUT FOR A S - …KILL THAT! STOP!"

Grif finally heard Simmons over the blare of the gun, and let off of the trigger.

"What do you want man? We've got the Blues right where we need them. Cowering in fear of the Red Team. Of course this gun is pretty heavy…I nominate you to carry it back to base."

"You idiot! Sarge is gonna be so pissed! The hog is ruined! What the hell are we gonna say, Caboose did it?"

Grif stared at Simmons.

"Aaaand I realized that that made a lot more sense than I expected it to," added Simmons.

Grif shoved the triple-barreled gun into Simmons' hands.

"Here. The Blues seemed occupied enough. Let's get the hell out of here, and see what we can say to Sarge. Oh! Let's say you were driving!"

9:40 AM, inside Blue Base

The Reds had only just begun to run for the safety of their own base when Sister showed up in Blue Base.

"What the hell was happening? I heard a lot of shooting and explosions…and something about lawn chairs…"

"The Reds just came in their jeep and tried to mow us down with that big-ass turret gun! Caboose did manage to blow up the jeep with a rocket launcher that we found though."

"You guys found a rocket launcher? Cool!"

Church just now noticed that Caboose was not holding the SPNKr anymore. "Uh, hey, Caboose? What did you do with the launcher?"

"Oh, it seemed really heavy, so I set it down," replied Caboose casually.

Every eye was glued on Caboose.

"You just…left an explosive firearm LAYING ON THE GROUND OUTSIDE?" Tucker fumed.

Caboose started to understand his situation. "Well…hold on now, everybody agrees that it wasn't annnnybody's fault…right?"

Church un-shouldered his S2 AM Sniper Rifle. "I'll show those morons who they're dealing with."

Tucker snickered. "Dude, you've never hit anything with that."

"That's not true. I shot that one bird out of the air, remember?" Church glared back at Tucker.

"Wasn't that an accident?" questioned Caboose. I mean, Tucker had to tell you that you had shot it before you actually knew that – "

There is something eerie about a Mark VI Mjolnir armored helmet's visor staring straight at you, saying nothing.

"….But, um, of course we all knew that you had meant to shoot the bird and no one ever assumed that it was an accident. Ever. Not even once. Ever."

9:43 AM, Blood Gulch Canyon.

Grif lugged the SPNKr over his back, trying not to complain, knowing that Sarge might approve of his find. Simmons still carried the LAAG turret, trying to comprehend how Sarge would manage to blame this on Grif, because, he would.

"You know, Sarge is STILL gonna blame me for this," Grif said interrupting the silence, almost reading Simmons' mind.

"I know," replied Simmons. "Sarge always will, and I can't see anyway around that. If you w-"

His thought was cut off by a massive streak of white zipping past his right shoulder and sending the dirt and weeds around him almost 4 feet in the hair.

"Holy shit!" shouted Grif. "Church is trying to shoot us!"

Simmons, however, had regained his composure. "I'm not worried. He can't hit crap with that thing."

A second round THUNK'd into one of the barrels on the LAAG Simmons carried, send him a little off balance.

"Ok. Worried," he added. "Run!"

"Hey what the heck, wait!" Grif couldn't run very fast with a rocket launcher on his back, even though Simmons' load was heavier.

Simmons ran recklessly towards the concrete structure he called 'home', refusing to let go of the turret.

"Grif, hurry up! Get out of range!"

A 3rd bullet went over Grif's head, and the 4th hit the backside of the SPNKr.

"Son of a bitch! If he hits the rocket in the chamber th-" Grif stopped running suddenly. "Simmons, Church was right. This is war."

Grif wheeled around, activated the 2X zoom on the launcher, and caught a glimpse of Church reloading behind their teleporter, with the rest of Blue Team behind him.

Grif gritted his teeth, gripped the forward and back handles, and squeezed the firing trigger. The projectile sped out of the tube and flew away in a trail of smoke, headed for the Blues.

So….I had gone a little inactive on this, but then I read my reviews and saw that I had some followers. Huh. Those said few who do read this FF, thanks a ton for support! I DO plan to continue this for a long time, as well as start some other fanfic. plots, probably either Halo or Hunger Games. Please review, leave your opinion, and be ready for more of these!

- Urgorn