Sarge: Previously, on RvBvRWBY: Incursion...

"I ain't no nurse," Andy replied. "I go in there, all you're gonna get is an explosion. If you want a medical diagnosis, go see a doctor."

Church paused for a moment. "Hold on, what did you just say?"

"I said you don't need me, you need a doctor," Andy repeated.

"Uh… is something wrong?"

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. I just realized who we need to call for this," Church said.

"So here's how this is gonna work: you're gonna come in, gonna take a look at Tucker, you're gonna tell us what's wrong, and then you're gonna leave."

"Mmm… what do we get?" O'Malley asked.

"We can't seriously be trusting him?" Weiss asked.

"You mean your foreign-speaking robot that ditched you?" Yang raised an eyebrow.

"And then tried to kill you? Why would you want him?" Blake added.

"Because stored inside Lopez is information Command sent us for the next phase of the war," Sarge said.

"Lopez! Replay the intel message from command," Sarge ordered.

"Oh, come on, the recording is in Spanish? That doesn't even make any sense!"

"Well, if we really need to translate it, the Blues' bomb Andy is a translator. We could use him to figure out what Lopez is saying."

"Those soldiers… the other Agent… they are your enemies?"

"More or less," Wyoming said.

"The girls with them… the huntresses… Team RWBY…. are mine. Together… we can deal with them all… at once."

"Well, we better get going, then, chap. Avoiding Tex should be our main concern for now," Wyoming said.

RvBvRWBY: Incursion

Chapter 12: Breaking Down

Doc exited Blue Base and stopped in front of the group of Church, Caboose, Ruby and Weiss, with Weiss keeping a hand on the pommel of Myrtenaster, which she reluctantly agreed to sheathe at Ruby's insistence. But she refused to take her hand off it.

Doc said, "Okay, everybody, I'm ready to give Tucker his physical now. Would any of you like to assist?"

"That's just a fancy way of saying 'hold the vomit bucket'," O'Malley chuckled.

"Uh, sorry, I'm busy," Church quickly said.

"Sorry, no. Gross…" Ruby shivered.

Doc turned to the other blue soldier. "Caboose?"

"I can't," Caboose answered.

"Well, why not?"

"Oh, because, uh… I am allergic to things that I don't want to do." Caboose then puts on a very unconvincing fake cough.

"Okay, just more fun for me!" Doc said almost cheerfully.

"Not so fast," Weiss said. "I'm coming with you."

"Wait, really Weiss?" Ruby raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not foolish enough to let O'Malley out of my sight. If he has to be here, I'll keep a close eye on him," Weiss said.

"Oh, what are you gonna do with that little needle of yours? Pick your teeth with it?" O'Malley remarked, clearly unimpressed.

"I could puncture your body a hundred times over before you realize it," Weiss replied coldly. "That's just off the top of my head. Want to keep playing the punishment game, or get to work?"

"Fair point," O'Malley relented before they went back inside Blue Base together.

Meanwhile, just across the ridge, the Reds, Blake and Yang scoped out the Blue Base, with Sarge at the head of the group with a sniper rifle in hand. "It looks like the Blue's have teamed up with O'Malley! Those dirty backstabbers! And corrupting a fellow red, too!"

"Our enemies teamed up with our enemy. How is that a backstab?" Grif questioned.

"Also, when did Ruby become part of your team? You guys are great and all, but we're not exactly planning to stay around to fight for you," Yang added.

"Let's just get in there and acquire the exploding translator thing so we can figure out what Lopez is saying," Sarge said.

"[You're just going to be disappointed]," Lopez said.

"I agree, Lopez, time is of the essence," Sarge said, not understanding what the robot actually said.

"Why do you bother replying if you don't actually know what he's saying?" Blake questioned.

"[Thank God. Someone with even a modicum of common sense. My prayers have been answered]", Lopez said.

Sarge turned around and aimed the sniper rifle back towards Blue Base, then spotted Andy sitting in the dirt alone next to him. "I see the bomb. He's right next to Caboose."

"Sarge, I hate to point out the obvious, but since we can see them with the sniper rifle, why don't we just shoot 'em?" Donut suggested.

"Donut!" Yang and Blake exclaimed simultaneously.

"Shame on you, Donut!" Sarge exclaimed. At first, the Huntresses thought Sarge was showing a small amount of restraint towards his supposed enemy, but then- "A sniper rifle is a coward's weapon! When you kill your enemy, you wanna look in his eyes so he knows you're the one who beat him to death!" Both Huntresses mentally and literally facepalmed. "It also gives you a chance to deliver some really zippy one-liners. Like, 'I hope you brought your wallet, because the rent in Hell gets paid in advance'!"

"Oh my god…" Yang and Grif both simultaneously sighed and shook their heads.

"Or my personal favorite, 'You just got Sarge'd!' Classic," Sarge chuckled. Blake and Yang traded glances before stepping away from the group entirely, slipping away. Meanwhile, the Reds continued talking. "Yep. Hand-to-hand combat is the old school way to kill your foes. It hearkens back to the honored traditions when combatants respected one another. Killing a man with your bare hands says we're all equals as men. Except I'm slightly more equal 'cause I'm still alive and you're dead. Of course, dropping a nuke from fifty-thousand feet is totally acceptable. I mean, let's face it, there's just not enough time in this busy world to show everybody the courtesy of a good strangling."

"See? That right there is why society is going downhill," Grif said. "Everyone's in such a hurry these days-"

"Yeah yeah, we get the point, wasting time. Okay, what was the plan, Sarge?" Simmons asked, cutting off his teammate while doing so.

"You fellas stay here. I'm gonna head up there with Lopez and-" Sarge began to answer, then noticed the Huntresses' absence. "Wait, where did the girls go?"

Weiss and Doc returned to the trio outside, with Weiss clearly having a disturbed look on her face.

"Weiss? What's wrong?" Ruby asked.

"Just… just let Dufresne tell you…" Weiss shuddered.

"So, I figured out what's wrong, and you're not gonna like the diagnosis," Doc said.

"Which is ironic, because I think it's absolutely delightful!" O'Malley cackled, clearly enjoying himself.

"Just tell us, Doc. We can take it," Church said.

"Your friend is-" Doc started, but Caboose cut him off promptly.

"Dying?" He asked.

"No, he's not dying, he just has-" Doc tried to explain, but Caboose interrupted him again.

"No chance to live. I knew it!" Caboose cried.

"Caboose, one more interruption out of you, and he's gonna have two patients," Church threatened.

"Hey, cut it out!" Ruby defended. "He's just worried about Tucker!"

"Who we'll never hear about if he doesn't let Doc answer the goddamn question! Now zip it." Ruby scowled at Church and crossed her arms.

Doc sighed. "How do I say this…? Your friend is…" he then paused, not continuing further.

"Why are you pausing? Caboose is not gonna interrupt you this time," Church said.

"No, that was just for dramatic effect," Doc chuckled. "He's pregnant."

"Oh good… wait, what?" Caboose said.

"Preggers," O'Malley snickered.

"Alright, are we paying for this service? 'Cause if we are, I want a refund. And if we're not, I want a refund anyway." Church said.

"It's true…" Weiss shivered. "There were two heartbeats in his body. And unless Tucker is a freak of nature with two hearts, it's the only explanation."

"How is that a logical explanation?!" Church exclaimed.

"I never said it was logical. Trust me, nothing about this is logical."

Church turned to Ruby and Caboose. "Alright, one of the three of you has some explaining to do."

Andy was laughing at the diagnosis with an entertained glee in his voice. "Don't look at me! Tucker's not my type!"

"How does a guy get pregnant…?" Ruby wondered aloud.

"Um, maybe we should have the doctor explain… uh, just how… babies are made, you know?" Caboose said slowly. "Uh, in case someone… in the group, uh, may not exactly know how… that… happens."

Church was furious and annoyed as it was. Caboose being Caboose was pushing him over the edge. "Oh my god, Caboose, shut up! Andy, blow up. Girls, go home. Doc, you're fired, get out of here! I'm going to go shoot Tucker."

"What?! Church, wait-!" Ruby started to say.

"No!" O'Malley cut in. "You said we had to tell you what was wrong! You didn't say we had to be right, or that we had to fix him, you fool! Read the fine print, classic blunder!"

"First of all, I am right," Doc said. "And we are going to help him."

"What?!" Church, Weiss, O'Malley and Ruby all exclaimed simultaneously.

"Look, no one's ever seen anything like this before! I don't know anything about what caused this or how to help him. But with heart and true determination, we can get him through this!"

Ruby smiled a bit, only for Church to quickly kill that mood. "Yeah, we don't want heart and determination, Doc. What we want is a degree from an accredited medical institution."

"Why don't you just come see for yourself?" Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," Church relented. Both he and Ruby began to follow Doc and Weiss back to Blue Base.

"Are you coming, Caboose?" Ruby asked.

"Uh, I think I need to stay here and guard… this rock. From Tucker. Because I'm pretty sure that's how this all started." Caboose gestured to one of the towering rock pillars next to him.

"What's wrong? You seem nervous," Ruby said concerningly.

"What if Tucker is contagious? I do not want to catch pregnancy!"

"Hey, no one is pregnant!" Church exclaimed. "And seriously, Caboose? When we get done with this, we gotta have a little talk, man. There's a book I got we can read together."

"I'd like that," Caboose replied, sounding a bit more positive. It brought a small smile back to Ruby's face.

"We'll be right back, Caboose," She said assuredly.

"Maybe you can have the bowling ball fill you in on some of the basics," O'Malley snickered. "Let me get you started, there's three holes."

Weiss hit O'Malley in the back with the pommel of Myrtenaster. "Shut it and keep moving!"

"I'm going, I'm going. Wretched wench," O'Malley cursed.

"I could still stab you," Weiss threatened with an icy tone. As the others filed inside Blue Base, Andy spoke to Caboose.

"Hey, Caboose? Level with me, pal. I don't really look like a bowling ball, do I?" he asked.

"No, Andy. You're not nearly that fat," Caboose replied.

"Cause I've been working out, y'know? Dumbbells… push ups… crunches- what?!" Yang sped by and swiftly grabbed Andy from the ground, sprinting out of sight.

"Yoink!"

"Andy?" Caboose said before turning around, and letting out a gasp, seeing a skull on the ground where Andy used to be. " Oh… my… god! Andy! You're dead! How could this happen?! You were so young! It's all my fault!" Caboose's tone turned to one of sorrowful tears. "I should've seen the warning signs! I didn't even know you were smoking! It works so fast! You had so much to live for! So much exploding to do! Oh god! Who will blow stuff up now?! I don't want to live in a world without exploding! You hear that, God? Are you proud of yourself? Why couldn't you just take Tucker instead? He can't explode… At least I don't think he can… but even if he could it wouldn't be the same… Andy's exploding was special! Why, God, why…? Oh, Andy!"

Yang returned to Blake hiding behind one of the boulders. "Got him quick and easy. He's a bit lighter than last time, too," Yang said.

"Finally! Somebody noticed! You know how hard it is to maintain this figure?" Andy said.

"It looks like Caboose is taking your fake out a little too literally, though," Blake pointed out, gesturing to the weeping Caboose.

"Man, what is wrong with that guy?" Yang questioned aloud.

"Too much to list," Blake shook her head. "Let's get Andy back to the Reds."

"Man, Ruby has her hands full with that one," Yang remarked about Caboose.

"Ugh, I don't believe this!" Church groaned, still not convinced with Doc's diagnosis. The unconscious Tucker lay on the floor at their feet.

"It's true! Your friend Tucker is pregnant. See?" Doc said as he aimed his tool right at the unconscious blue soldier, the tool itself lighting up a bright green once aimed at him. "My little gizmo lights up green to indicate pregnancy."

"I thought it lights up green to indicate flesh wounds," Church replied.

"Yeah, also that."

"And infectious diseases," Church added.

"Yeah, it lights up green for just about everything. It takes a while to figure out the difference." Doc aimed the tool at Weiss for demonstration. "Like this green indicates a high level of anger stemming from suppressed feelings of inadequacies."

"If that thing keeps talking nonsense about me, I'm going to shove it up your-!" Weiss started, before Doc shifted its aim to Church.

"And this green means impotency. Oops! That green causes impotency. My bad, Church."

"Oh, that's okay, I wasn't using it anyway," Church said.

Doc lowered the tool before continuing to speak. "See, these tools can be confusing sometimes. That's why doctors have to go to school for so long. Not that I'm actually a doctor, mind you."

"And that's never been more apparent than with this diagnosis."

"What diagnosis…?" Tucker groaned as he came to, slowly getting to his feet.

"Tucker, you're alright!' Ruby said in a high pitch.

"Your voice is giving me a migraine…" He whined.

"Congratulations, Tucker, you're pregnant," Doc said cheerfully.

"With bastard," O'Malley added with a chuckle.

"It's not mine, I wasn't even in town that weekend…" Tucker said dazily, clearly not in the moment mentally yet.

"Tucker, don't listen to him, he's a lunatic, man," Church said. "He's got no idea what he's talking about."

"Uh, you want me to go over the green light thing again?" Doc asked.

Suddenly, Caboose rushed inside carrying a dusty, dirty skull in his hands. "Doctor, help! My second best friend is dead! Fix him!"

"Caboose, slow down. Who's dead now?" Ruby asked.

"Andy! Andy's dead, look!" Caboose cried before showing off the skull to the group.

"Um… I don't think bombs have skulls, Caboose," Ruby said.

"Doctor Doc, please help him," Caboose begged.

"Uh, I don't know what I can really do to help him. My first-aid procedures aren't very effective after decomposition," Doc said.

"Where did you even get that?" Church asked.

"First Tucker dies and now Andy!" Caboose cried.

"Tucker isn't dead, he's pregnant," Weiss corrected, a shiver running up her spine. "Which is still more disturbing."

"It's not mine, we weren't even going steady!" Tucker exclaimed.

"Stop that," Church said.

"Hey look man, I've been saying that for a long time. It's going to take a while to get used to this."

"Pig," Weiss remarked under her breath.

"You're not pregnant!" Church insisted.

Weiss turned back to eye the skull in Caboose's hands, and thought it looked familiar. "Wait, I think that's the skull Sarge was using in the tests to replace Simmons."

"The what now?" Ruby questioned.

"Long story."

Church sighed. "Of course… everyone stay here. I'll be right back." he then started for the exit.

"Wait! What do you want me to do about the pregnant guy?" Doc asked.

"It's not mine," Tucker said. Church stopped dead and wheeled back around on Doc harshly.

"He's not pregnant!" Church stressed each and every word.

"And what about Andy?" Caboose asked.

"And that's not Andy! Just look, stay here!" Church ordered before running out the door. Tucker began to let out pained groans as he sunk back down to the floor.

"Would this be a bad time to mention that my stomach just started hurting really bad…?" He said.

"Oh boy… Caboose, Weiss, better go boil some water," Doc said.

"I said before, you're not leaving my sight. Besides, Ruby, you work better with Caboose, maybe you could-" Weiss tried to turn to her leader, only to see her missing with a trail of floating rose petals leading in Church's tracks. "Oh, you little brat!"

Andy and the head of Lopez were sat next to each other in the dirt. Andy played Vic's voice back in English as Lopex spouted it in Spanish. "Here are your orders for winning the war: eliminate the enemy. Okay, also, try to do better than you are currently doing and please win, thank you."

"Well… that was a complete waste of time…" Yang sighed.

"I don't know about that, Yang, there was actually some viable tactical information in there, right Sarge?" Simmons said.

"Simmons, have you lost your last marble? That was pure nonsense!" Sarge exclaimed.

"For once, we agree," Blake said.

"'Eliminate the enemy'? What kinda plan is that? I think Command has lost it."

"Lost it? When did they have it?" Grif said.

"Uh, speaking of the enemy, here comes one now," Donut warned, looking out at Blue Base.

"Hey, let's eliminate him. Then we'll have one less thing on the to-do list," Grif said.

"I don't think eliminating him is gonna be easy. It looks like he's bringing his tank with him," Donut added. Simmons and Yang took his sides.

"Hmm… no, I don't think the tank is even moving," Yang said, narrowing her eyes to try and see it clearer.

"Yes it is! Look!" Donut insisted.

"Donut, I am looking," Simmons replied, "And if it was getting closer, it would be getting bigger."

"It is getting bigger, compared to that tree!"

"What tree? There aren't any trees out here!"

"Nope. Definitely not moving," Yang said.

"Yes it is! See? Look closer!" Donut exclaimed.

BOOM!

A tank shell exploded just up the hilly terrain behind the group. "You're right. It is coming closer," Simmons finally agreed.

"Run!" Donut cried.

"Get behind cover!" Blake added. The group sprinted out of the open and into a cluster of boulders that ended up shielding them from Sheila's rain of cannonfire.

"Return fire, men! I'll call for reinforcements," Sarge said before getting on the radio. "Come in Command, come in!"

"Hey dude, come in," Vic replied. "Hey, what's going on? That sounds like fun."

"Vic, we need help!"

"Someone's gotta stop him from shooting at us!" Blake called over the thunder-like shots of the cannon. The five of them besides Sarge peeked over the rocks to see Church with Sheila parked just a little bit away from them.

"Hey Blue!" Simmons called down. "We're only going to give you one chance to surrender!" Blake facepalmed and let out a heavy sigh.

"We're doomed…" She groaned.

"C'mon, if they were actually able to kill each other, it would've happened long before we got here. I say we just enjoy the show," Yang smirked.

"You're too relaxed about these kinds of things, Yang."

"Wha- Why would I-" Church started to reply to Simmons before another shot from Sheila interrupted him. "Hey, hold on a second Sheila. Why would I surrender?"

"Um.. because you're outnumbered," Simmons replied.

"Bullshit, dude, I got a tank! People with tanks are never outnumbered!" Church responded.

"Church!" Ruby exclaimed as she sped by, catching up to them, leaving behind a long trail of rose petals leading back to Blue Base. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Look, I've got a missing girlfriend, a guy who's pregnant, an over hormonal bitchy princess, an idiot who thinks his pet just died, and our worst enemy is hanging out in our base right now. So I really, really, REALLY don't have time for this horseshit right now."

"Uh, what was that part about the pregnant guy?" Grif questioned.

"He's not pregnant! That's impossible!" Church cried.

Andy, meanwhile, chuckled at the entire chaotic scene. "Yeah, unless the alien impregnated him. 'Cause that's what they do. They infect the host with a parasitic embryo. But you already knew that, right?" Church and Ruby spun onto Andy with scrutinizing looks. "Right…?"

"What?! No! Why didn't you tell us that could happen?!"

"Uh… I mean, uh…alien baby? How could that have happened? I'm as shocked as you are," Andy said, suddenly pretending to play dumb.

The radio frequency came to life with it's usual static-ey sounds as Caboose called on the Blue Army channel. "Come in, Church, come in."

"Caboose, what did I tell you, man?!" Church exclaimed, his voice cracking as it reached a whole new peak of volume and anger. "You're not supposed to use the radio while O'Malley's here! Oh great, now I'm on the radio too."

"Oh, that's why I'm calling to tell you, um, the Reds already used their radio and O'Malley is gone," Caboose informed his leader.

"Oh my god!" Church groaned.

"That's right, Blue!" Sarge exclaimed. "We've called in the cavalry! As we speak, the glorious Red command is sending a ship to aid us! No doubt it's a battle cruiser of the highest magnitude. It's time to end this thing once and for all!"

"Sarge! We're supposed to be working together until the Grimm is taken care of, remember?" Blake furrowed her brow, her faunus ears beneath her bow twitching as she herself got angry.

"Congratulations! It's a… thing. Eugh," Church could hear Doc say from the other end of the transmission, followed by some high pitched gurgling noises.

"I need to vomit…" Weiss could be heard moaning.

"The bucket's just over there. Take your time," Doc said.

"What was that?" Church questioned.

"Uh, that's the other thing I called about. Tucker had his gross baby," Caboose answered.

"It's not mine!" Tucker cried.

"He is not PREGNANT!" Church howled. "Sheila, stay here. If anybody moves, shoot 'em." Church then started back for his base.

"Church!" Ruby called. She let out a groan before running to follow him again.

"I think Church is starting to crack down," Yang remarked.

"A baby? Wait up, I wanna see!" Donut said before running to start following Church.

"Donut, get back here! Wait for the ship!" Sarge ordered. Donut stopped in the open field to turn back and face his CO.

"But Sarge, we don't know when the ship is going to get here! It's coming all the way from Earth. That could take days, or weeks, or months, or even years!" Donut exclaimed just before the massive form of metal that was a spaceship suddenly plummeted from the sky and crashed right on top of him, cratering the earth from the impact. The remaining Reds, Blake and Yang stared in shock and surprise, keeping the air dead silent for just a few moments.

"Ship's here," Simmons said.

"Shotgun." Grif called.

Tex had followed Wyoming out to another facility, crawling up and down with both Red and Blue grunts. As she made her way through the base with ehr armor's cloaking device on, she picked them off one by one, tailing Wyoming all the way through. She stopped just as Wyoming entered a separate room, going through a door guarded by a grunt of both colors.

"Look alive…" Wyoming muttered as he walked by. After the door closed, the blue grunt turned to the Red one.

"Crikey, boss seems like he's in a bad mood today," he said.

"No kidding," The Red grunt replied.

"What's gone up his bum, eh?"

"Nobody gets in to our-" The Red started to say, before the blue cut him off.

"Hold on a bit… you hear that?" Tex stopped moving. She was trying to make for the door without the grunts noticing her, but her footsteps had made just the slightest noise.

"Hear what?" The Red grunt questioned.

"Come on, you gotta hear that one.!" Tex made the split decision to move quickly. She bashed the Red's skull with the butt of her gun, slamming him onto the floor instantly. The Blue grunt was quick, and immediately opened fire as her cloaking unit was disabled. She rushed for cover behind one of the metal support pillars in the room. The Blue took the brief chance to reload, before slowly moving to angle himself to a flanking position around Tex. He quickly took aim with his Battle Rifle, Tex's head right in his crosshairs.

"Gotcha now, mate," The Blue grunt said, before he noticed a hissing sounds right below him. "What's that noise?" He looked down to see a plasma grenade stuck to his foot, and lowered his rifle in defeat. "Crikey…"

BANG! The grenade exploded and sent his body flying upwards through a hole in the ceiling, shooting hgh up into the sky. Tex rounded the corner and started for the door Wyoming passed through. "I hope I didn't scare you fellas," She remarked as she exited. The Blue's body slammed back down just before the door shut behind her. She followed a linear hall for a few rooms before finding herself outside in the snow again, with nary a thing in sight. She couldn't help but feel she was walking into a-

A honking horn sounded as a Warthog suddenly was zooming full speed for her, the tusk-like tow hooks aiming to skewer her. She quickly leapt back into the doorway, and Wyoming crashed the car into the side of the building.

"Well well, look who abandoned her mates to follow me," Wyoming said. "I'm flattered, of course, but you'll pardon me for not acting surprised, Tex. And it seems you've kille dmy two best guards, Oh, bugger."

"Oops. Sorry about that," Tex replied insincerely.

"Perish the thought, my dear. Tomorrow is payday. You actually saved me quite a bit of money. Kill anyone else and I might have to start paying you commission!"

"Where is he?" Tex asked sternly.

"Oh right, and here I thought you were spending all this time trying to get close to me. Tsk tsk," Wyoming replied.

"Cut the shit. Where is he?"

"Yes, he asks about you too, Tex. It's almost as if you two are of the same mind."

"That's not funny," Tex said coldly.

"Sorry, but I can't play matchmaker today. I'm entirely too busy!" Wyoming said before slamming his foot down on the gas. Just as the car took off, Tex sprinted forward and leapt onto the driver's side of the Warthog. She pummeled on Wyoming, denting his armor and cracking his helmet. Wyoming grunted and threw the car into a slide. Tex looked up, seeing a wall she would slam into quickly approaching. She leapt off the warthog before she was smashed between the vehicle and the wall, rolling to a stop as the car pulled ahead.

"Dammit!" She cursed.

"Ta-ta for now!" Wyoming waved as he drove far away from Tex. She growled and pulled a sniper off her back. She took aim at the warthog, but instead fo shooting it's driver, she shot the bumper. What she shot wasn't a bullet, but a tracker. It attached itself to the green hull of the vehicle as it sped away. Tex crouched down to catch her breath. She needed to find Omega. And if anyone knew, it was Wyoming. And he would lead her right to him.

"Come in, Wyoming," A voice played through Wyoming's helmet radio. He clicked the switch to answer.

"Wyoming here, go ahead."

"Did she take the bait?"

"Indeed. Hook, line and sinker, mate. Hook, line and sinker…" Wyoming chuckled.

"Excellent." The voice let out a laugh before the transmission cut off.

Wyoming drove in silence for a few moments. Then he reached out to his other, newer partner. "I'm not sure about telling Omega about our new partnership when we meet up. He's the most unstable fragment from the entire program. He just cares about killing, that one."

Didn't… stop you… from working… with him… The Grimm snarled, it's booming voice filling Wyoming's head.

"I was just in it for the cash, mate."

It's… not always… about the money…

"Couldn't disagree more, chap," Wyoming said.

Besides… he is… useful. Could be… exactly… what we need….

"Don't say I didn't warn you. What do we do about Tex? She's being awfully persistent. I don't think we can lose her."

Don't… have to. Just… stir it up… enough… and she… will be just… as useful.

"And what would you mean by that?"

You'll… see. And then the Grimm's presence was gone.

"Reginald, old boy, what have you fallen into…?" Wyoming asked himself before putting all of his attention on the road ahead of him.