A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner. I decided to update some of my other stories that got neglected for a while. As always Bernie owns RVB, not me. Please review.

It took me a few weeks to repair the fried circuitry from bringing Alpha and Epsilon together into this world. As I worked on the new circuits, I decided who would be the next two team members to be brought out. The day before I was finished, I decided to bring out Red Army members Sarge and Simmons. Sarge was picked simply because he was the leader of the Reds and only Caboose was able to earn the most respect out of all of them. Simmons was chosen for he might be able to control Sarge if Caboose couldn't.

The next day, I was ready to bring the two Reds out. "I need everyone but Caboose to wait in the barracks down below." I told the team surrounding me as I typed into the console.

I heard everyone start to complain. I raised my hand for silence. "This is going to be dicey at best. The last thing I need is a bunch of Blues and AI's that Sarge hates with a fiery passion crowding the room." I explained. The others accepted the fact that I spoke the truth and left, but not without muttering darkly. I shook my head and activated the machine.

The swirling vortex quickly appeared then collapsed in the expected flash of light. As my and Caboose's eyes cleared we saw a figure in vibrant red armor and one in shining maroon armor standing in the room. As we watched Sarge raised his shotgun and shoot out the lock and hinges of the door into the chamber. He raised his massive boot and kicked the door across the room. He stormed out of the chamber and pointed his shotgun in my face. "Sarge, I told you that you can't just jump to Plan B every time something happens." Simmons said, as he walked out of the chamber.

"Aw, come on! One little round. It'll be over before he knew it!" Sarge whined.

"You harm him, and I'll shove that shotgun so far up your ass that it'll take a brain surgeon to remove it." Caboose warned.

"Caboose, is that you?" Sarge asked.

"Yes Sarge. Now remove your weapon before I remove your arm." Caboose told him.

"Before I do that I want to know where the hell am I and Simmons, who is this man, and why were we brought here." Sarge barked.

I cleared my throat. "I can answer all three of your questions." I said, my eyes going cross-eyed on the shotguns barrel. "I am John Cusick, and you two are standing in my lab on Earth in the year 2034. The reason I brought you there is that some many months ago, during an experiment gone wrong, I brought the Meta out of your world and into mine. Now he's traveling the globe looking for something, and I am assembling a team of Reds, Blues, and Freelancers to confront and attempt to capture him so I can send him back to your world." I explained.

"Caboose is it true? Is the Meta on this world?" Simmons asked.

"Yes. We have been tracking him, but he has so far followed no identifiable pattern." Caboose confirmed.

Sarge raised his shotgun until it rested on his shoulder. "I believe you, Caboose. Now, what if..." Sarge started to say. But before he could finish Alpha barged in, to see how things were going. Sarge, sensing someone was behind him, turned, shouldered his shotgun, and fired. The buckshot hit Alpha in the stomach and he fell to the floor with a thud.

"You killed Church, you team killing fucktard!" shouted Caboose and he leapt toward Sarge, murder in his every bearing.

To be continued...