Chairman: Dear Director, due to your busy schedule, we have begun interviewing members of your staff. I'm certain you will let us know if this bothers you. However, our debriefings keep coming back to a single subject at Outpost 17-B. Can you explain to us what this is, and what your plans are to deal with it?
Miller runs down a ramp to Washington and Wolfsen
Miller: Oh no! Hell no! Excuse me, sir, but no goddamn way!
Washington: You must be Lieutenant Miller.
Miller: I got Reds comin' out of my ass here boss, and you wanna take away one of my men for a... what did you say this was for?
Blue: Secret mission, sir.
Miller: Aw, you gotta be-a what!?
Wash: I think you have bigger issues than troop assignment, soldier. Like getting some of these vehicles back in working order. ''Wash indicates to the burning tank and wrecked jeep.''
Miller: What do you think I'm talkin' about? This is YOUR fault! You sent us the new guy; he said he was good with vehicles. All he does is talk to 'em. Talk to 'em! What the hell is that all about? And now look at the damn things!
Wolfsen: Okay, yep, that's Caboose. Context: In Blood Gulch they had a M808V with a training AI in it. That's why you're having these problems. He's a moron.
Wash: I don't need to discuss your problems. I have orders, and those orders say I need Private Caboose and I need him now. He has information that could be vital to this-
Miller: Wait a second, Caboose? You're taking Caboose? And I don't have to pay you or anything like that?
Wash: Is that a problem?
Miller: A problem? Hehe, hell no! It must be Christmas morning n' no one told me. You stay right there, I'll get 'im for you. Private Jo-a-nes? Jo-a-nes? Jo-a-nes, where the hell are ya'!?
Wolfsen: Well, it's a valid reaction.
Jones: (sigh) Sir, for the millionth time, my name is pronounced 'Jones'. Jones.
Blue: Shut up, Jo-a-nes!
Jones: Seriously, lots of people have the name, it's very common. How am I the first person you've met called Jones?
Miller: Jo-a-nes, I need ya to go down to the brig, untie Caboose and get him up here.
Jones: Me... alone?
Miller: Double time, Jo-a-nes.
Jones: Its pronounced... never mind, Christ.
Washington: You keep him in the brig?
Miller: We keep him tied up in the brig. I'm not taking any more chances.
Wolfsen: How many teamkills has he got now?
Gunshot, Jones cries out in pain, Caboose runs on
Wolfsen: Wait no, don't answer that, I don't want to know.
Caboose: Be careful.
Miller: (to Wash) You'll understand soon enough.
Caboose: You wanted to see me, Principal Miller?
Miller: Where's the guy I sent to get ya?
Caboose: Oh, him, yeah... um, he let me out then somehow shot himself in the back somehow. But we don't think it was anybody's fault. Everybody agrees it was an accident.
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MIA: Recollection & The Project 《DEFUNCT》
FanfictionÚlfa Hjörmundardóttir, now Ute Wolfsen, former freelancer and member of Blue Team. She left her former life as a freelancer behind, escaping it by becoming a simulation trooper only for it to come back and hit her like a truck. Now free from the she...
