A/N: I don't own Red Vs. Blue.
It has been three days since I had awoken in the hospital after my one sided battle with the Meta. I was standing just inside the automatic glass sliding doors of the hospital, saying good bye to Fred Schall, the doctor who took care of me since I woke up. We were shaking hands when a thought came to me. "Hey, Fred, could you do me a favor?" I asked him.
"Depends, what is it?" he asked with a shrug of his narrow shoulders.
"If I call your personal number, I'll need you to head over to my place. It would mean that either one of the Reds, Blues, Freelancers, or me has been injured beyond Doc's limited medical skills, and that we need you to patch us up." I explained to him.
He thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "Okay, but with one condition. If I have patients here at the hospital, they come first." he told me.
I told him that I understood and that his condition was fine. I left the main doors of the hospital and waved down a taxi to take me home.
After only ten minutes I stood in front of my ruined home. As I surveyed the damage to the structure I saw that my neighbors had taken it up on themselves to reinforce the front wall and boarded up the gaping hole in it. I walked up to my door, found the spare key cleverly hidden inside a fake brick, and let myself in.
Once I saw the devastation that the Meta's Brute Shot had caused, I nearly fainted. My entire living room was destroyed; including the nearly $500,000 entertainment set I had spent half of a life time building. I walked through the hole in the wall, into my lab which was in worst shape. The central computer was gutted from the blast, the 3D/Bio-Scanner was a twisted wreck, and the central processor was both in the walls and in the trash at Venice Hospital. I picked up my computer chair, cleared it off, and sat down to start rebuilding.
Three months later I sat back down. During the last three months I had rebuilt my home with some modifications, rebuilt the Transfer Unit, and tracked the Meta's movement across the globe by tracking the path of destruction he left as he searched for something. For the past week I had stocked up on food and had brought out enough guns and ammo from Red vs. Blue to turn half of the United States population into one hell of an army. "Now for the easy part," I said to myself, as I started on building the models for the people I was to bring out.