At the desert, Tucker casually rolls out of the cave.

Tucker: Uh, hey guys. Sorry about that.

Caboose: Tucker, where did you get that?

Tucker: Oh, this is my ride! The aliens gave it to me as a gift. Pretty fuckin cool.

Grif: Did they give you driving lessons too?

Tucker: No, we kinda skipped that part. But it looks awesome.

Slade: Why the hell would the Elites give you a Chopper?

Tucker: 'Chopper'? Do you see any spinning blades on this thing, dude?

Kan: No, you imbecile! That's what your vehicle is called! We were the ones who named the damned machine!

Tucker: I still think Chopper doesn't fit.

Slade: Okay, we are not getting into another bloody argument about ridiculous names for ridiculous looking vehicles! We're right! You're wrong! The pin's been put in this conversation!

Meanwhile, Headcase is being pursued by some of the Elites. He then collides with one of them.

Headcase: Ahh! Move, you piece of shit!

The Elite crashes into a pillar, losing Headcase He goes to look for him. After a short while, Headcase honks his horn and rams into the Elite's vehicle, destroying it.

Caboose: There he is.

Tucker: You guys follow him. I'll cut him off.

Caboose: We can't lose Church.

Tucker: We won't!

Caboose: You always say that, but we always do!

Slade: We won't this time, lad! I promise!

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Back at Valhalla, South looks at the engine while Simmons tries to start the Warthog.

Simmons: Godammit, it won't start.

Lopez: [He probably took out the starter. That's what I would do.]

Simmons: Hmm, it looks like he took out the starter.

Lopez: [Really. Well, no shit.]

South: Great. It's not exactly like we can ask him to put it back, can we?

Donut: What do we do?

Lopez: [Stay in there! We'll push the car. You pop the clutch!]

Donut: It's no good. (sniffling) We can't do anything!

South: I think I get Lopez is trying to do. (follows Lopez's movements)

Lopez: [Seriously. We only need to push it about ten meters!]

Donut: All hope is lost.

The Meta is seen approaching from a distance.

Simmons: Oh no, the Meta!

Lopez: [Oh, shit.]

Donut: What are we gonna do without any ammo? We're trapped.

Simmons: Ha. This thing always has ammo. (hops on the turret)

South: Simmons, you won't be able to turn the damn thing without any power!

Simmons shoots momentarily at the Meta, but it soon ceases fire.

Simmons: Oh, fuck.

Lopez: (sarcastic) [Maybe you could convince him to stand in front of it.]

Simmons: (hops out of the jeep) What?

Donut: He said maybe you could convince the Meta to stand in front of it.

Simmons: That's a stupid plan, Lopez. Try to actually help.

South: I think he was being sarcastic, guys.

Lopez: [Thank you, and really? THAT was the only thing you understood?]

Donut: I agree Lopez. Pencils are great.

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Back at the desert, Sarge, Caboose, and Grif are chasing after Headcase.

Sarge: Caboose, what are you doing back there? Shoot 'em!

Caboose: Okay!

Grif: No, don't shoot 'em, you'll stall the jeep!

Caboose: Okay!

Sarge: Grif, you drive, don't give Caboose directions.

Caboose: Okay!

Sarge: Caboose, don't respond to Grif!

Caboose: Okay!

Slade and Kan drive over a hill and ram into Headcase's Warthog. Kan tries to shoot at him, but ducks down as Headcase ripped out his pistol and fired at him. Slade rams Headcase again, making him lose his pistol.

Tucker then drives up the hill several yards ahead of them.

Tucker: Only got one shot at this.

Tucker leaps out of the Chopper and stands in Headcase's path. The Reds and Caboose's Warthog fires and comes to a stop.

Grif: Jeep stalled.

Sarge: Like user error!

Grif: Yeah, that's what it is.

Tucker: SLADE! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!

Slade rams Headcase in Tucker's direction and swerves away.

Tucker: Gotta time this—now!

Tucker slashes at Headcase's jeep. It halts and then explodes, sending Headcase flying to the side, but then gets up and runs off.

Grif: Whoa! Tucker, look, he's still alive!

Slade halts the Prowler and hops out, running after him.

Slade: I'll get the bastard! You lot find Church!

Caboose: Okay!

Caboose gets off the Warthog's turret and runs towards Headcase destroyed jeep.

Caboose: Church! Where are you?

Atop the temple, Slade runs across until he stops at the edge.

Slade: (looks around and mutters) Where are you?

Delta: (in Slade's mind) Alert! Hostile incoming!

Rho: (in Slade's mind) BEHIND YOU!

Slade ducks as several bullets whiz past him and he sees Headcase running at him, firing wildly. Slade rushes at him, ducking under the bullets before kicking the gun out of Headcase's hands.

Headcase throws a punch but Slade catches his wrist and throws him over his shoulders. Headcase tumbles across the temple until he stops at the edge on his back. Headcase looks over his shoulder and sees the long drop below.

Before he could get up, Slade pins him with his foot and hits him in the face, knocking off his helmet. Slade sits on his chest as he repeatedly punches him in the face. Headcase tries to block with his arms before Slade just takes out his knife and stabs his robot arm to the ground, making Headcase yell in pain.

Slade's hands wrap around his throat, choking the life out of Headcase, without any intent of stopping. Slade gasps as he then stands up, holding his head. Slade rips off his helmet as flashes hit him of two people in ancient clothing of some kind holding staffs. The one on the left had a gray helmet of some kind.

Slade grunts as he hears a deep human voice.

Voice: ....guts.... huge guts.... Kill them! Must kill them all....

The staff people then speak.

One Holding the Helmet: He has fight in him, yet.

One On the Right: In spite of his injuries...

One Holding the Helmet: (gives the helmet back to a soldier of some kind) Send him to the arena. Let him be judged like the others.

Slade yells out in pain as the memories flood without end.

Theta: (in Slade's mind) What do we do?! He's losing his mind!

Tex: (in Slade's mind) Come on, Travis! Focus!

Headcase rips the knife out of his robot arm and stands, marching at Slade, who was still grunting in pain. Headcase then raises the knife high over his head.

Headcase: This... is for Connie!

Epsilon rises up from the left, gaining Headcase's attention.

Epsilon: Hey, what's up?

Headcase: What in the hell is that thing?

Epsilon's eye glows red.

Headcase: Oh, son of a....

Epsilon fires his laser-eye, leaving a massive hole through Headcase's chest.

Epsilon: I am not a thing. My name is Leonard Church... and you will fear my LASER FACE!

Tucker, Caboose, Kan, Sarge, and Grif all run up, having seen the display.

Tucker: Hoohoo, hell yeah! Dude, you just got fucked up!

Caboose: Wow! Now that was awesome.

Grif: Yeah, awesome.

Tucker: Church, how did you do that?

Epsilon: I don't really know. I just got really mad and it just kind of, y'know, happened.

Tucker: Can you do that again, like to the yellow guy or something?

Epsilon: I guess... not really sure.

Sarge: I got a bad feeling about this.

Grif: For once Sarge, you and I agree.

Kan rushes over and helps Slade to his feet.

Kan: Are you alright, Slade?

Slade: (pants) I'll live. Rho, Delta, what happened?

The two AI appear upon hearing their names.

Delta: It would appear that your confrontation somehow unlocked or triggered more of your real memories.

Rho: Me and the others are trying to figure out what caused it as we speak, but still we gotta figure this out before you get killed because of these flashes.

Slade: Yeah, agreed. (grabs his helmet)

Tucker: Look guys, we need to keep our head in the game. Let's get back into that temple and close it down for good.

Caboose: (looks down) Um guys.....I think we might have a problem.

Elites are surrounding the area below them.

Epsilon: Uh-oh.

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Back at Valhalla, South and the Reds stand in front of the Warthog as the Meta continues to approach them. Agent Washington approaches behind the Meta.

South: Wash!

Donut: Who?

Wash: Stop right there!

Simmons: It's Agent Washington. Yes, we're saved.

Wash: Stand down. I'll take it from here.

Meta: (growls and hisses)

Wash: I said back off.

Simmons: Wha- what's happening?

Wash: Where is it?

Simmons: Where's what? Why aren't you two fighting?

South: (cautiously) Wash... what are you doing?

Wash: The Epsilon Unit and Cal, I know they're here. Where are they?

Lopez: [I thought this guy was your friend?]

Simmons: Wait wait wait, you're working with... the Meta?

Wash: Don't make me repeat myself.

South: Don't say anything, guys.

Lopez: [Would someone explain what's going on?]

Wash shoots Lopez in the head, making the bot collapse.

Donut: Oh my God! He just shot Lopez!

Wash turns to Donut and shoots him.

Simmons: Donut?

Donut: Hey... Simmons? I think he shot me too... (falls to the ground, presumably dead)

Simmons: DONUT, NOOOO! Donut, Donut, are you okay? Come on, breathe, Donut! Breathe!

South looks at Wash, furious.

South: Wash! What the fuck has gotten into-

Wash then shoots South in the chest, making her fall to the ground.

Simmons: SOUTH!

Simmons rushes over and puts his hand over the wound, to keep pressure on it.

Simmons: No, South! Come on, stay with me! Stay with me, South! Don't just stand there!

Chairman: (voiceover) Now, Agent Washington. I just have one more question for you. Agent Washington? Agent Washington, are you listening to me?

Wash finds himself back in the office of the Chairman.

Wash: Mm? Yes, I'm listening.

Chairman: Agent Washington, when you find Agent California and these blue soldiers that you're talking about, what makes you think that they are just going to give you the AI when you ask them for it?

Wash: Heheh, for as long as I can remember, I've been lied to, taken advantage of, shot at, and left for dead. And now, I have a way out of all of this. What in the hell makes you think that I'm going to ask for it?

(AND THAT'S SEASON 7 DONE, BABY! MAY POST SOME OF SEASON 8 TODAY, MAY NOT! WHO KNOWS? ANYWAYS, HOPE FOR LOTS OF THEM VOTES AND COMMENTS! LATER PEEPS!)