Fade in to Wash 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.
Meta: (something)
Washington: Why can't anything ever be easy? Doc, I want you to tell me everything you know about the Reds and Blues.
Doc: You know more than me, I just got here.
Washington: Hit him.
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.
Take 2
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/Even Worse Cop.
Washington: Tell you what Meta, let's just shoot him in the chest, see if we can pull the audio logs out of his helmet.
Doc: Uh-ah- he said something about a distress call!
Washington: Hit him again.
Meta: (something)
Doc: And sand! H-he mentioned sand!
Washington: Sand...
Cut to the Reds spying on Ghost, The Girls, Church and Caboose from near the end of last episode
Church: 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.
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!
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.
Simmons: Why do we need a vehicle, the Blues are walking. I'm sure we can keep up with them on foot.
Grif: On foot?!
Sarge: Uh, Simmons? We're the Reds. We don't walk anywhere. We travel as the good Lord intended: in the largest possible vehicle with the maximum horsepower allowed by local law enforcement. And if there's no cars available, we find the biggest, nastiest, meanest, land animal we possibly can, beat the crap out of it, and saddle that puppy up.
Grif: On foot. Shame on you Simmons. Shame on you.
Simmons: Sorry.
Sarge: Let's just forget you ever mentioned it.
Grif: I think this should go on his permanent record.
Simmons: Oh just go get the fucking jeep jackass.
Cut to Tucker on the pillar, and the Reds drive off in the background
Tucker: Hey, where are you guys going!? Wait! Gah, dammit! Hey guys, listen. I know you want your supercool piece of technology back. Those guys just took off. Probably to look for it. If you let me go, I can track it down for you, and bring it back. No? Okay then, forget it. Oh my God look, a next gen smartphone! Can you believe they'd leave that just layin' around?
The aliens turn to look, and Tucker jumps off the pillar and starts his motorbike
Tucker: Fooled by the old prototype trick. Classic. Well, seeya bitches I'm outta here. What the- out of gas? Hey uh, you guys have any gas?
Weapons cocked...
Tucker: You know what? Fuck it, I'm just gonna run.
Well, Ghost, The Girls, Church and Caboose have arrived... somewhere
Church: Alright, I think this is it.
Caboose: This? This doesn't look like anything.
Church: Yeah. It's not supposed to, that's kinda the idea. Come on, this way.
Caboose: Man. You really need to clean this place up.
Ghost: It's supposed to look like this so no one will find it.
Church: Guys!
Caboose: Coming!
Ghost: Yeah, yeah.
Church: Come on. Oh yeah here we go. It's this way.
Caboose: My this way or your this way?
Church: There is no- it's the same this way. Okay yeah, this is, it. I think.
Caboose: It's a wall. We came all this way for a wall?
Church: Caboose!
Caboose: Sorry.
Behind them, on a tree, a screen comes on
Caboose: It's a really, great wall.
Ghost: Can both of you just turn around.
FILSS: Hello. This is a private facility. Visitors are not welcome. Please leave immediately. Or, we will be forced to take lethal measures, to ensure the safety of our property.
Caboose: That is great.
South: God dammit.
FILSS: You have thirty seconds to comply, or die. Have a nice day!
Caboose: Sheila? Is that you?
FILSS: No. I am the Freelancer Integrated Logistics and Security System. You may call me FILSS. It is a pleasure to meet you. You now have, fifteen, seconds to live.
Church: Whoa. Dying sounds like a bad idea. Maybe we should leave.
FILSS: Oh my, the Director. I am so sorry, I did not recognize you Sir. It has been such a long time since you have visited. You look very different.
Church: Talkin' to me?
Ghost: Of course she is.
FILSS: Yes. You are the Director of Project Freelancer, are you not?
Church: Oh uh, yeah. Of course, that's- totally me. I just haven't been around because I've been, doing, you know... Director stuff. Can't really get into it. Secret project.
FILSS: How may I assist you today?
Church: Can we uh... Can we come in?
FILSS: Certainly.
The wall opens in front of them
FILSS: Please watch your step.
Caboose: Kinda spooky in there.
Church: Yeah... Why don't you go first?
Caboose: Me?
Church: Well I mean, you're the one with, the gun, and everything.
Caboose: Yeah, but the tree seemed to like you best. Uh hey Sheila could you-
FILSS: Are you speaking to me?
Church: We're just kinda used to calling you, by that name? Um, maybe you should just answer him when he calls you that. Probably easier for you to change than it is for him. He's kinda dumb.
FILSS: Alright. I will respond to that name as well. You are the Director after all.
Church: Right. I am.
Connie: Well... let's see what you been working on... "Director".