Tuuuuuuckerrrrrrrrr?!
How can that be, Felix thinks.
Has he been following him even through time? Can't Tucker leave him alone? He'll regret this.
How about I take out his friends in front of him and then, when he's broken and has lost all hope, I take him out as the last.
Felix thinks about which red or blue he should start with. Maybe Church, Tucker got along well with the Church hologram. This is going to be fun.
But then Tucker starts to talk. "I'm from the future. At some point he'll be promoted to Sargent. Then he'll steal our flag at some point," says Tucker, pointing at Donut. "I'll come here to Blood Gulch one day, too. We'll get a tank and..." Tucker continues without pausing.
Church starts to laugh. "You've got something mixed up. You definitely haven't traveled through time. See, the flag is right here and that's not the Sargent either, it's some private who apparently has similar armor." Explains Church.
"Oh alright. That's a bummer. But who's this one then? He wasn't here before." Tucker says and points to Felix.
Felix's legs still feel like jelly. But luckily he's the only time traveler. He must be something special, otherwise he wouldn't be here, but a slushy puddle at the bottom of the abyss he fell into.
"We're coming to rescue you Private Donut," someone shouts, wheezing. Grif and Simmons run towards them. They are both completely out of breath.
"Wait a minute before we continue here, I'd like to take a breather first," Grif whines and drops to the ground.
"Sorry guys, our Warthog suddenly disappeared. We had to walk the whole way. But everyone's still alive, so it's all good." Simmons explains.
"Wait, who's that one?" both Grif and Simmons ask at the same time.
"That's Felix. We arrived in Blood Gulch together. He's a secret agent or something... Wait, I shouldn't have said that in front of the blue ones, right?" says Donut, slapping his hand over his mouth.
Felix shrugs his shoulders. It doesn't really matter. It's just a lie anyway. "Never mind," he says.
The red and blue look at each other for a minute longer. No one has a plan for what to do next.
"Should we attack them?" asks Grif, standing up.
"I don't know, we can all go home and pretend this never happened," Tucker suggests. Maybe he's scared because the blues are outnumbered, thinks Felix.
"Okay, bye then... I guess," says Donut.
This isn't going the way Felix would like it to. Where is the epic battle? How can he save the day now? But if he orders an attack now, he'll lose their trust.
"Do we have to walk all the way back?" Grif whines.
"Well, how the hell else, have you seen the Warthog anywhere?
You could have been more attentive. Now it's gone and we'll have to explain the whole thing to Sarge later. Damn, how can a car that size just vanish into thin air?"
"Oh dear, he's going to blame me, isn't he?" Grif slumps his shoulders.
"I'll sort it out, don't worry," Felix replies, patting Grif on the shoulder encouragingly.
Should he tell Sarge that Grif parked the Warthog somewhere and forgot where? Or he could blame the blue ones. That would certainly be funny.
In fact, they all turn around and make their way home. Grif takes the flag and puts it in Donut's hand. "You're carrying it, after all, you're the reason we're in all this mess." He says.
"Wait, that's our flag. Leave it here!" Church shouts outraged. He picks up his gun from the ground and points it at the Reds again.
"Yes, of course. Drop the flag right now." Tucker agrees and also gets ready to fight.
Then chaos breaks out. Everyone shoots at everyone. Everyone runs wildly. Donut waves the flag frantically over his head and runs in circles, shrieking. The only one who doesn't join in is Felix. How could he, he doesn't even have a gun. Why didn't he steal Church's, Felix wonders.
The blues retreat.
They take cover behind a stone, but Grif and Simmons don't give up. They keep shooting. Of course, they don't hit anyone. Only the poor stone suffers and is shredded by bullets.
"Give me your gun, Donut. You can't shoot with the flag in your hand." Orders Felix, desperate to bring some order to the bizarre situation.
When Donut doesn't react, he simply pulls Donut's gun out of his holster. Donut doesn't even notice and continues to run around aimlessly.
Felix then turns to Grif and Simmons. "You two follow me, we'll sneak up behind the blue ones.
"Good idea" shouts Simmons, whose ears have suffered from the loud firing of the weapons.
"Quiet," Grif growls at him.
"Oh sorry." Mumbles Simmons. "But is Donut really okay if we leave him alone?"
"Look, he's pretty good at dodging. Besides, the danger will be over as soon as the blue ones have been taken care of. I can't think of anything better right now. If you have a better plan, then explain it quickly. We're wasting valuable time," says Felix and heads off.
The two red ones follow him. They are much worse at sneaking than he is. They have almost reached the rock behind which the blue ones are hiding.
But then everything changes. The blue ones are no longer outnumbered, because suddenly there is a huge tank in front of Felix and the red ones.