Felix is just about to open the door when someone pulls it open.
"Good morning," Donut squeals loudly.
Felix almost jumps back in shock, but he just manages to pull himself together. Felix notices that he has become much more nervous since his fall on Chorus.
"Damn it, what are you doing here? Why did you appear here so suddenly?" Felix says grumpily and stares up at Donut, who is almost a head taller than him.
Donut is carrying his red helmet under his arm. Compared to yesterday, he looks like the normal friendly Donut again. His blond hair is perfectly styled and shiny from the masses of hair gel he always uses.
Felix gets kind of jealous. He really needs some hairgel too, to style his wonderful hair. Maybe he can steal some from Donut.
Donut is not impressed by Felix's annoyed tone. "Nice to see you. In fact, I was just about to wake you up. Grif and Simmons want to do the tour of the base before the Sargent gets back and also before breakfast. How about it, are you ready?" he says.
Felix doesn't mind. In fact a tour sounds wuite nice. Maybe he can find a few good hiding places in the base that will come in handy later. So he nods. "That sounds great, go ahead."
Donut takes him to the roof of the base. Grif and Simmons are sitting there in the sun. Like Donut, they have taken off their helmets.
Grif is lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head as a pillow. He has his eyes closed and is snoring softly. Felix notices that Grif's black-brown hair is shorter than he remembers. The younger Grif's hair is just long enough for him to tie it into a short ponytail.
Simmons is sitting next to Grif. He has a notebook in his hand. But Felix can't make out what he's writing in it. Simmons' green eyes widen in horror when he notices Donut and Felix and he quickly closes the notebook. He wants to put it away, but it slips out of his hands. Simmons picks it up and looks up at Felix and Donut with a bright red head. (What do you think Simmons is writing? Write your answer in the comments)
"Good morning, I definitely didn't write anything weird. So erm, I'm definitely just sitting here guarding the base." Simmons stammers and runs his fingers through his messy red hair.
"Wonderful, now that we're all gathered here, we can start the tour of the base." Donut shouts out loud and claps his hands happily.
Grif wakes up and rubs his eyes. "Is it really about time, come on another five minutes. Or just go off without me." Grif sighs and yawns.
"Not an option. You've been asleep far too long. It should have been your turn to watch the blues. Besides, you should at least make an effort in front of the new one, do you want to make a bad impression?" Simmons argues. He pulls on Grif's arm as if he wants to drag him along. But Grif is far too heavy for Simmons.
Nevertheless, Grif gives in. "All right, I'll get up," he grumbles. He stands up and stretches extensively.
"So you're Felix. Now we're finally getting to know each other properly." Simmons nods at Felix.
" Right, and who are you two? We haven't been officially introduced yet." Felix replies, although he obviously knows who is standing in front of him.
"I'm Simmons and this is Grif. If you have any questions, you can always ask us. We've been here in Blood Gulch for a while now. But one of our team is still missing, he will arrive later" explains Simmons.
"Exactly, I've already said that." Donut interrupts him. Simmons frowns for a moment, as if a little offended.
Then they leave the roof together. Grif and Simmons put on their helmets on the way down.
They reach the entrance area. "There's not so much to see here. But if you go over there, you'll get to the quarters. But you already know that, don't you?" explains Simmons, who leads the way. He explains to Felix where each of them has their room. Nothing new for Felix, but he nods and acts interested.
Next up is the bathroom. A flickering neon light sparsely illuminates the room. Even through Felix's helmet filter, it smells awful. Felix almost has to vomit.
But one thing confuses him. There is only a dirty mirror that looks as if someone has wiped a small spot with their sleeve, a cupboard and a toilet.
"Don't you have a shower here? And where's the sink anyway?" Felix asks, puzzled.
"Ah, that's the best thing, we never have to shower. It wouldn't work anyway, because we don't have any water here." Grif says and leans against the door frame.
"Grif you're exaggerating. You're being really disgusting." Simmons sighs.
"But it's true." Grif says and shrugs his shoulders.
"Well..." Simmons seems at a loss for words.
"We don't have any water, but we can shower outside in the rain. A bit of fresh air is always refreshing." Donut says.
Felix's jaw drops. Fortunately, the red ones can't see it. At the moment, Felix is unable to suppress his dismay and the sheer horror on his face.
The reds and blues are absolutely insane.
...
"Come on let's keep walking." Donut says, wrinkling his nose. Unlike Grif, at least Donut seems to be bothered by the smell.
Simmons leads him to the end of the corridor. Behind a door is a staircase that leads downwards.
What follows are countless rooms that Felix would never have expected to find in the red base. A gym with state-of-the-art equipment and even several training rooms. If Felix didn't hate the Reds so much, he might even train with them here. They could certainly learn a lot from him. After all, he fights much better than they do.
The next room makes Felix's heart beat faster with joy. Countless weapons are mounted on the walls. There are also shelves full of ammunition at the back. Wait, are there rocket launchers there? Felix wonders why the Reds aren't using all this excellent equipment.
"Simmons said we could help ourselves here. I waited with my equipment so that we could choose something together. We could take the same thing, then we'd be equipment buddies too." Donut says and walks over to the wall of weapons. He picks up an oversized flamethrower. But Donut probably didn't expect the weapon to be heavy. It slips out of his hands and lands directly on his foot with a loud bang.
"Ouch!" cries Donut, jumping around with a pained face,
"Donut, I told you that you're only allowed to choose something you're trained to use. Sarge takes that very seriously." Reminds Simmons.
"But the flamethrower is so cool." Donut groans disappointedly.
Felix is not particularly interested in the Reds' conversations. He walks up and down in front of the shelves and grabs anything that seems useful. Which is quite a lot.
Soon each of his pockets is stuffed with real combat knives. Finally something better then the kitchen knive. But wait, where did he put the kitchen knive again. It is evidence of his crime. But at this moment Felix realizes, that he brought it back to is quarter. He was so exhausted yesterday, that he totally forgot to hide it properly. Oh no, he needs to hide it soon. But right now he cant just excuse himself, it would be suspicious.
He has also picked out one of almost every kind of weapon. He only leaves the really big ones behind, as they would restrict his mobility in battle. Felix doesn't need a rocket launcher or a flamethrower to be deadly.
By now, every one of his bags is full to the brim. He has packed so much that he can almost no longer carry it.
Felix goes back to the others.
Donut lets out an enthusiastic whistle. Felix notices that Donut is only equipped with a pistol and a few grenades. Not enough for his taste. But that would make it easy for him to defeat Donut if he decides that Donut is annoying him too much.
Simmons shakes his head, though. "Isn't that a bit over the top?"
No, thinks Felix, it's free, of course I have to take as much as i can carry. Instead, he says, "You said I should take what I'm trained in." He shrugs his shoulders as best he can without dropping his weapons.
"That is impossible. I'll admit that kicked the Blue's butts pretty good. Yet no one can master so many weapons." Grif says in disbelief.
"Do you think so? Let's go to the training room. Get your weapon and I'll show you what I can do." Felix replies.
"Oh no, no, no... I believe you one hundred percent. Besides, I don't need any extra training. I've already been training all morning." Grif replies quickly.
"Worked out? You've been sleeping" says Simmons.
"Sleeping requires training too." Grif mumbles barely audibly.
Simmons shakes his head in disbelief. But he seems to be sick of the discussions.
"All right," says Simmons, turning to Felix. "Take everything with you for now. Sarge or I will make sure at some point, that you can really handle everything. We can't afford to have someone operate a weapon incorrectly and injure themselves or team members."
Just wait and see, I'll show you what I can do, thinks Felix and grins.
"Then we come to the last and best part of the base, the kitchen." Grif cheers.
