Episode 18 was epic. Feeling so emotional right now. Might make a few chapters just for that one moment! I got a request for Sarge so here it is. I might actually do a Carolina pt2 next. What do you guys think? Hope you enjoy this chapter. I own nothing. Review or I will go insane.

He just couldn't believe it.

That freelancer, Agent Washington, just defended them.

That Carolina chick was crazy. All she wanted was revenge on some man that none of them even knew. And she was willing to sacrifice each and every one of them to do it. It would be all right if it was just Grif, but she was talking all of them.

She seemed prepared to shoot that dirty blue, Tucker. Hell, she probably would have tried to shoot them all just because they had refused her orders.

What she didn't know was that Sarge wouldn't listen to some crazy freelancer chick in blue armor. He wasn't going to die just so she could continue on with some crazed plan that wouldn't fix anything.

Wash had stopped her though, he said that he wouldn't let her hurt his friends.

Sarge had to stop and think about how the man that they weren't supposed to trust was their friend.

He hadn't liked him from the get-go.

Some fancy-pants soldier walks over from blue base. Sarge was almost certain he was a blue.

He caught the enemy by surprise, he could have shot him right then and there, but that wouldn't be very sporting. He decided to try and get him to repent his blue ways first, then shoot him.

The grey soldier, however, said that he was from command. And all he wanted was to know where that blue idiot Caboose went. Maybe he wanted to shoot him! That was what Sarge wanted to do.

So, he handed over the relocation orders to the man, and he went off on his merry way. It wasn't until later that Sarge received the message from command.

Agent Washington had reformed the blue team! He knew that man was a dirty blue! He could sense it in his blood.

Sarge hopped in the puma….Warthog. 'Goddammit Grif!' and went off to find his boys so that they could take down that dirty blue once and for all!

After dealing with invisible sergeants, insubordination, some weird white soldier thing, and much Grif bashing, Sarge somehow found himself involved in whatever the hell those damn blues had gotten themselves into. Again.

Then that grey freelancer, who was apparently once again not a blue, started trying to order them on a mission. Wouldn't even tell them his rank. Just kept saying he was a freelancer.

He wasn't too bad though. In order to get them to come along, he had helped him deliver the single greatest insult to Grif of all time. Minor Junior Private Negative First Class, that would never get old. He may have just doomed his whole team to certain death, but at least they could die laughing at Grif's humiliation. It was the best way to die.

'Agent Washington was a brave soldier,' Sarge thought, he was going to take on the Meta with only that blue ghost to help him, and they all knew what a lousy shot he was. They felt the EMP go off, and they knew that he had succeeded.

Sarge didn't think about Washington after that. He had sacrificed himself for the good of the mission. That was all there was to it. No need to get all wussy about it. He was just gone.

Or so he thought. Once Simmons sent them that distress call, there was no time to think about Wash being their friend, or even that he was alive. They had to get Simmons back, and maybe Doc, if there was time.

It gave the red soldier such satisfaction to blow that grey soldier sky high. Even if he did mess up his one liner.

However, Wash didn't stay blown up, none of their enemies ever seemed to. They only barely managed to get away. Though he'd never admit it was because of one of Grif's plans, or that they were helped by a blue.

They got away and followed those blues to some weird base. There they had the misfortune to run into that crazy black armored chick. She kicked their asses, but it was only because he refused to hit a girl!

Some digging revealed that they were all jokes. They weren't' an army. They were cannon fodder. That was supposed to be Grif's job, not his. He was crushed.

However, the red Sargent was not crushed enough that he would allow Project Freelancer to get away with any more shit. They were going to save Church and Tex, even if one was a blue and the other was a crazy bitch.

They arrived just in time to save Wash from being finished off. He thought they had beaten the Meta, but apparently none of their enemies ever stayed gone. They would have been goners if it hadn't been for Wash's tow hook and his brilliant leader skills, of course.

Just while he was getting over the disappointment that Grif wasn't actually dead, that traitorous freelancer was allowed to pretend to be on the blue team.

Fine with him, now blue team sucked even worse than it already did.

He wouldn't trust him though. Not again. He just wasn't a man to be trusted.

As if one wasn't enough, he and everyone else were soon dragged on some crazy-ass mission with yet another freelancer. For an organization that was supposedly dead, they sure had a lot of members roaming around.

They rescued that annoying ghost and went off to find the Director.

Sarge had to stop himself from laughing at that bluetard ghost's face when he said Wash couldn't be trusted. Where was he four adventures ago? They already knew that Wash couldn't be trusted.

They were finally home. They had even found Donut and Doc, alive and well. Still annoying as ever. Sarge could find no reason for them to continue on their mission. They were home. They should stay.

Carolina didn't take that well. She was beating out that black freelancer for craziest bitch. She pointed her weapon at Tucker.

Sarge felt his hand tighten around his shotgun. There was no way that he would let that nut job shoot anyone. No matter how much he hated him.

Well maybe Grif.

Turns out that was unnecessary. Wash beat him to hit.

"Don't do that." He said. "Wash, what are you doing?" Carolina asked incredulously. Disbelief in her voice. "Protecting my friends. Now lower the weapon."

'Friends?' Sarge thought as dumbfounded by the events as everyone else surely was.

With that, Sarge and the rest of his team walked out of the room, leaving Church and Carolina behind.

'Maybe we can trust Wash,' Sarge thought. 'Even if he was a dirty blue now.'

He always knew he was a blue!