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Red vs. Blue: Reconnaissance (Chapter 3)
Posted By: Stelladea<zaptina211@aim.com>
Date: 4 September 2011, 3:54 pm

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I later left the Red base unwillingly — I was tempted to try some of Donut's quiche, but there wasn't any time to waste. As I walked off, assuring them I would come back sometime, Grif muttered that I was just going over to the Blues to report all their plans and laugh at them.

He was half right. I was going to the Blues, and I would laugh at him, but I wouldn't just give away their plans like that. What kind of Agent did he think I was?

I headed to the other end of Blood Gulch. As I left the Reds' line of vision, I started trying to pull the red covering off my armor, but just as I suspected, it stuck fast. It's a good thing no one saw me stumbling over to the Blue base. I looked almost comical, walking along, trying to tear off my own armor. I sighed and continued to wrestle with the gross stuff, hardly paying attention to where I was going. Before I knew it, I had reached the entrance to the Blue base, still looking very much like a Red.

"Cheese!" someone said behind me, and I turned to see a royal blue Private pointing a gun at me.

"It's 'freeze,' buddy," I corrected him.

"You should not tell me what to do!" said the Blue. "I have the gun. Because I am supposed to keep watch for any Red intruder."

"I'm not a Red," I explained. "I'm actually—"

"Shhh!" he interrupted. "You are a Red, and so you will lie to me! Like they did! They said they would give me cookies!"

I decided this guy just wasn't worth it. I pulled out my tranquilizer gun, but before I could say anything else, he ran away, dropping his.

"I'm leaving now!"

There was something seriously wrong with the soldiers at Blood Gulch.

I decided to follow him, but before I could round the corner two more Blues popped out of the base and started running toward me.

"A Red!" the pale blue one shouted. "They're as stupid as they look! He just waltzed right up to the base!"

They began firing at me, but the light blue one had a terrible shot—one strike from his sniper would have killed me, but he just couldn't hit his target. The aqua soldier had a stun gun which I was much more wary of. However, he seemed to be having trouble shooting it.

"Tucker! Would you shoot him already?"

The aqua one called Tucker began panicking. "I can't, Church!" he cried. "It's stuck or something! It won't work!"

I ended up hitting Tucker in the leg, and he went down easily. For some reason though, I shot Church about four times, but he just would not fall. I couldn't understand it. Every time I got him, he'd double over for a second, moaning and cursing, but then he would get back up and continue his absurd sniper firing.

I finally got him in the neck and he fell to the ground, motionless. I decided this was the time to get the information I needed from their computers—screw the stupid interviews!

I ran into their base and loaded up the first computer. I scanned their files and was just about to open the first folder, when—


Church held his sniper right up to my forehead, the tranquilizer dart still stuck into his neck, not bothered by it at all. Tucker staggered into view right behind him, panting heavily and holding his injured leg where I had shot him.

"Yeah… freeze…" he gasped.

"I don't have time for this," I said threateningly. "Let me get what I need. This doesn't have to be hard."

"Bow… chicka bow wow."

I rolled my eyes under my helmet as the light blue Private told the other to shut up, setting up my gun again and pointing at Church's forehead.

"Hasta la vista, Private."

He panicked, firing at me, but I jumped out of the way just in time, and his shot bounced against the Blue base's walls. The two Blues yelled and ducked for cover as I flipped over the both of them, but unfortunately, my plan didn't quite work out.

Just as I was in the air over the other two, Tucker stuck his stun gun into the air with fright, trying to protect his head with it, but I heard a shot ring out and a sharp needle stick into my thigh.

I collapsed to the ground, cursing, and my mind began to fade.

The last thing I remembered was Church cheering, and Tucker:

"Maybe I should try not to shoot people more often… then I actually might hit them."