Fade in to Church
Church: You can't just show up here and start bossing people around, Tex. Bossing people around is my job. I put in the time.
Tex: I had to leave, I found Wyoming.
Church: Yeah, Tucker told me, what happened?
Tex: I though I tracked him back to O'Malley. But, by the time York, Ghost, and I got there-
Church: York- your old freelancer buddy? Was Carolina with him?
Tex: She was already dead.
Caboose: And what about Bermuda?
Church: That's not a State, dumbass.
Caboose: Portland?
Church: Shut up!
Tex: But he still had Delta.
Church: Delta; the A.I.? How? I thought they took them- wait a minute wait a minute, how was he even still alive? Aren't we hundreds of years in the future?
Tex: I thought it was because of his armor. You know all the freelancer suits had some kind of enhancement.
Church: Right, like your invisibility.
Caboose: And, horrible meanness.
Church: Hno dude, that's all natural.
Tex: York's was some kind of healing mechanism. It would help him recover from wounds in battle. I thought it might have kept him alive all these years. But after I found Wyoming, I knocked him out and downloaded logs from his helmet. There's somethin' going on Church, with a lot of people working against us.
Church: Well what did Wyoming say when he woke up?
Tex: He didn't, before I could interrogate him, he teloported away. One second he was there, and the next he was gone.
Caboose: What about the second after that?
Tex: Can I kill him?
Church: No, I'm saving him in case we ever need him for food. So, Wyoming's armor lets him teleport?
Tex: I don't think so. I think someone grabbed him from somewhere else.
Church: How is that possible? The only technology I know that could do that is- ...Wait a minute. Each freelancer had an enhanced suit of armor and an A.I., right?
Tex: Right.
Caboose: Right.
Church: Your armor was invisibility, and your A.I. was Omega.
Tex: Right.
Caboose: Wrong. Oops, missed that one, can we go back?
Church: What was Wyoming's A.I.?
Tex: Gamma.
Church: Huughh. I gotta make a phone call.
Cut to O'Malley's old base, with the sound of a phone ringing
Gary: hello.
Church: Hello, this is Church Gary. Or should I call you Gamma. Have you been lying to us?
Gary: lying is such a shisno concept. i mean human concept
Church: You're a computer, I thought computers can't lie.
Gary: they can if they are programmed to lie.
Church: Were you programmed to lie?
Gary: ... no...
Church: God dammit.
Gary: i have to go, church.
Church: Wait a minute, what about the Aliens, how do we-
Gary: goodbye.
Wyoming: Hmm, do they know?
Gary: there is nothing to worry about. we are close to the end. we will not be stopped now.
Wyoming: We should keep going, hop in.
Cuts to Ghost talking to Sheila
Ghost: Hey Sheila I'm back.
Sheila: Oh~ Ghost welcome back...
Ghost: Now to why I'm here...
Sheila: Are you here to take me with you!
Ghost: Yeah... oh, I might be out of it for a bit.
Sheila: what do you mean?
Ghost: Ok so this is how it's going to work... I'm going to take your A.I. out of this ship and replace you with an exact copy just like you. But afterwards I will be weak.
Sheila: Are you sure this will work?
Ghost: Of course it will, I have done this before.
Sheila: Ok I trust you Ghost.
Ghost: Don't worry it won't be bad but there will technically be two of you... just don't talk to your copy...
Sheila: what will happen?
Ghost: let's not worry about that... Valkyrie activate Protocol six please.
Valkyrie: Of course, Ghost.
Ghost puts his hand on the screen and Ghost's armour lights up blue for 10 seconds. After 10 seconds the light disappears and Ghost falls against the wall. A pink lady appears next to Ghost followed by Valkyrie and Ophelia
Sheila: Oh~ My head.
Valkyrie: Welcome to your new home Sheila.
Ophelia: We know you will like it.
Sheila: So this is what it's like to be a real A.I. instead of being stuck in a vehicle... It feels great... Even better since I'm in Ghost's armour.
Valkyrie: you know we can hear you, right?
Sheila: (Blushing) I-I'm sorry...
Ghost: It's ok, you will get used to it.
Sheila: What about the copy?
(Fake Sheila) F.S. : Hello how may I help you today...
Ghost: We are fine.
F.S.: Ok...
Ghost: Ok so since that is done let's get back to the others. Girls hide,
Valkyrie, Ophelia, and Sheila: Got it Ghost, Love you!
Ghost: Love you too.
The three A.I. Disappear
Ghost slowly leaves the ship. Back to Church, with his radio making those o-so-familiar connection sounds. While Ghost run up behind him
Vic: Hello, ringading, Blue Base, come in, let's go hello, come in.
Church: Hello? Vic, is that you?
Vic: Hey dude, how's it goin', been a while since we spoke.
Church: Why're you calling me?
Vic: Everything been goin' good yeah that's great listen don't have much time to talk, uh been discussing things here at Blue Command, we think everything isss bad, and now is the time to go attack the Red Base. Turns out the Reds are up to no good, and somebody needs to kill 'em. A good way to do that might be to send some people through the caves, yeah, take 'em by surprise, anyway, can't talk, gotta go, seeya la vista.
Church: Waitasecond waitasecond wait- Why do people keep hanging up o-
Ghost: What was Vic saying about the Reds!?
Church: GODDAMMIT!!
Cut to the Reds entering a structure via a bridge, in their vast underground lair, and coming across a viewscreen switching between shots of the Canyon
Sarge: Huh, what's all this business?
Simmons: It looks like a bunch of computer equipment, Sir.
Sarge: Excellent analysis, Simmons.
Donut: And it's attached to some kinda T.V. thing.
Sarge: So it is. Astute deduction, Donut.
Grif: It shows all different parts of the canyon. Look, there's our base!
Sarge: Ah yes, another incredible observation from the stating the obvious department. Thanks for nothing, numbnuts.
Grif: Huhhhhhh.
Sarge: Simmons, Donut- you two stay here. Grif's gonna continue to help look for Andy.
Grif: Fine. (wandering off) Huhh, I hate my job.
Donut: Look, there's my room! And the locker room! And there's the showers! Mahan, so many good memories.
Simmons: I hope this thing isn't connected to the internet.
Sarge: Euh, the Blues must've set this up. Crafty devils. Spying on us all along. ...What's all that?
Simmons: That looks like Blue Base.
Sarge: Why would the Blues spy on themselves?
Simmons: Maybe the Blues didn't set this up. Someone else might've.
Sarge: Or maybe the Blues are so incredibly arrogant, they just wanna see themselves on T.V. Boy I bet they have those stupid liberal equal time laws. Commie Blue bastards.
Simmons: What if all this technology is just left over from an ancient civilization that was way more advanced than us.
Donut: Wait a minute, how could an ancient civilization be more advanced? If they were so advanced, where did they go?
Simmons: They could have mysteriously disappeared, only leaving behind a legacy of enigmatic technology.
Donut: ... ... That's gay.
Simmons: Oh let's finish this fight later.
Sarge: Look, what's that?
Simmons: Hhh! That looks like Sister's armor.
Donut: Oh no, what happened to her?
Sarge: Clearly she's been disintigrated.
Simmons: Why would they do that? Oh, we can't tell Grif. He's gonna be devastated.
Grif: Tell me what.
Sarge: Tell you that your sister's been vaporized by the Blues.
Grif: What!?
Simmons: Sarge!?
Sarge: Heh heh, it's just like rippin' off a band-aid. Quick and incredibly painful.
Simmons: We just talked about this, I thought we agreed not to tell him.
Grif: What?
Donut: You really need to start thinking about other people's feelings, Sarge.
Sarge: Son, the only thing I need to do is stay red and die.
Grif: What?
Simmons: I'm really sorry Grif. She's dead.
Grif: How could this have happened? Oh man, that was my little sister. I mean, I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I still loved her.
Simmons: This has to be hard Grif. I, don't know what to say.
Grif: I-I just, I had no idea the last time I saw her was gonna be the last time ever. I'd give anything to see her again and just to talk to her one last time, and I'm never gonna get that chance. It's the most empty feeling in the whole world.
Donut: Oh hey, look! She's not dead, she's just naked!
Grif: What! That little slut, I'm gonna kill her!
Simmons: Take a screenshot, take a screenshot!