Open to Loco looking at a screen.
Loco: Working! It's working! It's alive! (Forced evil laughter)
Temple: For real?
Loco: Yes, the resonance cascade is going! the drill is drilling! And the door, the door will be opening too! Hooray!
Temple: Loco, you magnificent bastard! I love you right now!
Surge enters
Surge: Let's not pop the champagne just yet. The Reds and Blues are inside the facility. They have breached the outer defenses!
Temple: FUCK! Oh, well, whatever. Surge, hold them off. You just need to buy us time.
Surge: But I don't have the re-
Temple: But nothing, Grunt! A soldier follows orders, no matter what. You taught me that. So, make good on that, and buy us some motherfucking time.
Surge: Sir, yes, sir! (Leaves)
Loco: Ooh! They're here! Oh boy! I-I have to get something from the ship.
Temple: Woah, like hell! You need to stay here and watch these controls!
Loco: It runs itself! Plus, I'll be real quick!
Temple: Fine. But listen, Loco. The Reds and Blues are our mortal enemies. If you see them, you have to kill them. Got it?
Loco: OK. (Runs out)
Temple: And make it quick.
Cut the Blood Gulch Crew, Carolina, Jax and Dylan standing in an area of the base
Tucker: Listen up, mission's simple. Find that crazy machine and shut it the fuck down.
Simmons: Uh, which way?
Tucker: No choice, we've got to split up. Reds, head thataways. The Blues and me and Alaska, Carolina will take the other door.
Alaska: That was a hell of a hike up here, Carolina. Are you sure you don't need a minute?
Carolina: Yes, I'm sure. If I take it easy, I'll be fine. Don't worry.
Dylan: Jax and I will stay here where it's safe for us. It's better that way.
Tucker: Let the record state that we all know you're lying.
Dylan: Duly noted.
Tucker: Take Donut for protection at least.
Donut: I knew I wore my latex armor for a reason!
Grif: Why does Dylan get both the human shields?
Sarge: Reds! On me! As far as days to die go, it's a little overcast. So, let's check our corners and make these bastards pay!
Tucker: Blues! Let's light the fires and kick the tires!
Sarge: Reds! Let's dance with these monkeys and give 'em what for!
Tucker: Blues! Let's put the pedal to the metal and the rubber to the road!
Sarge: Reds! Let's get jiggy with it!
Dylan: Does this sort of thing happen often?
Carolina: I think the record is two hours.
Alaska: The worst two hours of my life.
Sarge: Reds! Let's shoot this monkey full of heroin and put it on YouTube! Actually, let's not do that, it sounds completely horrible.
Cut to a trio of zealots. Two of whom are shot down
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War can be a Son Of A Bitch
FanfictionAgent Alaska with the company of Agent Washington and Reds and Blues are stranded in a desolated planet after their UNSC ship mysteriously crashed now some of them are having issues and Agent Arizona meets two old fellas he thought were gone
