Red vs Blue Revelation male oc

And Don't Call Me Shirley

Fade in to Wash South and the Meta looking at Doc and the piece of wall he's stuck in, upright in the field

Washington: Come on, can't you get him out of there? He's just stuck in a few rocks.

South: Some metal stones.

Meta: (Growls)

Washington: Why can't anything ever be easy? Doc, I want you to tell me everything you know about the Reds and Blues. South you to.

South: I've only known the, for about a month all I really know about red team is that they have a Spanish robot who fixes almost anything and they have a holo room below there bace.

Doc: You know more than me, I just got here.

Washington: Hit him.

The Meta hits Doc

Doc: Oah!

Washington: You worked with them before. Do they have any hideouts, anywhere they go when they're in trouble.

Doc: I don't know.

Washington: Hit him again.

The Meta hits Doc again.

Doc: Ow!

Washington: Did Simmons say where Sarge and Grif were? You can either answer me, or I can have the Meta beat it out of you. Or, I can beat it out of you. I think I've earned it.

Doc: Man, you guys are really awful at the Good Cop/Bad Cop thing. You're like, Bad Cop and Even Worse Cop.

South: Or bitchy cop.

Washington: Tell you what Meta, let's just shoot them in the chest, see if we can pull the audio logs out of there helmets.

Doc: Uh-ah- he said something about a distress call!

Washington: Hit him again.

Meta: (Growls)

Doc: And sand! H-he mentioned sand!

Washington: Sand...

South: And a distress messes form a guy named Tucker and somebody else named Ava.

Cut to the Reds spying on Church Will, Ava and Caboose from nearby

Church: (to Caboose Will and Ava) Alright, well, let's go then. I actually thought it would take longer to convince you. Come on. I wanna get to the facility before nightfall.

Sarge: Facility, eh? I knew the Blues were up to somethin'. Come on men, let's get after those Blues! Sounds like this is the big opportunity we've been waitin' for.

Alex: To hide.

Grif: You mean our opportunity to find a place to hole up until this all blows over?

Simmons: Some place that isn't a desert?

Sarge: No! A place to finally restore the Blues to Command's database. Get yer typing fingers ready Simmons!

Delta: That is if the facility is a freelancer one.

Simmons: (sigh) Okay, I'll bring my carpal tunnel braces.

Sarge: If we're going to follow them we'll need a vehicle.

Grif: Well I'm sure we can grab another one from the camp down there.