Chairman: Dear Director.
Fade in to the beach of Zanzibar where numerous objects fall from the sky as the Chairman speaks.
Chairman: Do your "creative solutions" include the circumvention of the safety protocols that every member of the Military must follow? If they do not, then I fail to see how an enemy has managed to secure not one, but several of your experimental A.I.s. The protocol is not a guideline, dear Director, it is doctrine. And no one is above its rule.
Cut to Grif running for his life as a tumbling Warthog chases behind him.
Grif: Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, ooooh God!
The Warthog hits two palm trees, nearly crushing Grif. Church and Shawn walk out of their hiding place.
Church: Oh my God, that guy got screwed!
Shawn: That was awesome!
Grif: What the hell was that!?
Church: Aw, he lived? That's bullshit.
Church and Shawn returns to their hiding place.
Sarge: Grif, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, you gotta pay attention in battle! You can't let yourself get distracted by- oh crap, flying jeep.
A flying Warthog, thrown by the Meta, nearly hits Sarge.
Simmons: Run!
Simmons and Sarge retreat, chased by several falling objects of considerable size and mass
Church: Well. Guess they're definitely not workin' together.
Shawn: And if they did, Thea would kill them.
Washington: Now that he's powered up, he's just killing everything. We're next.
The Reds suddenly ran into their hiding place.
Sarge: Move it or lose it.
Simmons: Yeah come on, scootch, scootch.
Church: Hey. Get out of here, Reds. This is our cover.
Shawn: Get your own hiding hole!
Simmons: (Scared) What is that thing?
Church: You guys remember Tex?
Simmons: Yeheah, the girl who kicked our asses all the time?
Church: Yeah, well, this thing's like, eight of her.
Washington: It must be at full power now. Church, Shawn, you two and the Reds keep it busy. I'm going to help Thea.
Washington runs off to help Thea.
Simmons: Did he say keep it busy?
Church: Yeah...
Simmons: How the hell do we do that?
Shawn: You think I know that?
Sarge: Looks like Grif is doing a pretty good job already.
Cut to a pile of objects of considerable size and mass, with more arriving regularly, and Grif behind it
Grif: Okay I get it! Stop throwing things at me, you freaking jackass!
Sarge runs out.
Sarge: Keep up the good work, Grif!
Sarge runs back in and the Meta threw another object at him.
Grif: Ow! Okay, that could have taken out an eye!
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Red vs blue (female OC) season 6
FanfictionTex is gone and the reds and blues have been relocated but sarge and Thea stayed behind at blood gulch. A new enemy has risen from the shadows. Agent Washington has recruited the Blues and Thea to help him stop the foe and secrets are revealed to Th...
