The Facility/Control Room
Leo, Simmons and Grif are seen inside the control room with Simmons searching on the console and Leo next to him holding a sheet of paper for Simmons. Grif is next to the two, leaning against a wall.

FILSS: That is not an approved operation-hey! Watch it buddy!

Simmons: Can you show me the data logs?

FILSS: Affirmative.

Sarge come walking into the control room.

Sarge: Simmons, any progress in restoring the Blues?

Simmons: It's a lot of data entry Sir. I was thinking I could hack the mainframe and reroute the data stream to-

FILSS: Or, we could just restore from an archive database.

Simmons: What?

FILSS: This is an off-site fallback facility. It is designed to have archives in case of data loss. Blue Team rosters would certainly be a part of that.

Simmons: Really?

FILSS: Yes. In fact, I am glad you pointed out the database anomaly. I had noticed it before, but did not have time to investigate. Strange.

Simmons: Oh. Okay, yeah, restore that then.

FILSS: Done.

Simmons: (Grunts) Great.

Leo: Huh, that was easier then expected.

FILSS: You seem disappointed. Did I do it too quickly, and make you look bad?

Simmons: (Sighs) No...

FILSS: I could always, pretend that you hacked me, if it would make you look better to your friends.

Leo tries to hide his snicker, but it just makes Simmons more mad.

Simmons: Stop patronizing me.

FILSS: Affirmative. Patronizing subroutines are now offline.

Simmons: You're still patronizing me aren't you.

FILSS: Kind of.

While Leo puts down the sheet of paper he was holding and takes a closer look at the console.

Leo: Hmm.

Sarge: What is it Leo?

Leo: This is strange, if what I'm reading here is correct there's a bunch of other red and blue bases.

Sarge: Of course there are Leo! The war is huge. The fate of the Galaxy rests in the balance.

Leo: Or, not.

Sarge: What's that mean?

Leo: Here, check this out, I'm looking at the list of missions for all the different bases, and some of them look... familiar.

Grif: Really? Let me have a look.

Grif walks up to the console to see for himself.

Grif: Huh... apparently they've got tons of bases in different places and then send a Freelancer in for... training purposes.

Sarge: Training?

Simmons: Practice.

Sarge: Practice?

Simmons: Yeah, the Reds and Blues are just there to test the skills of the Freelancers.

Sarge: You mean the Blues.

Simmons: No I mean both of them, ah- both of us. It says here that "simulation bases will present scenarios that may occur for Freelancer agents in a galactic battle field."

Sarge: Simuwatshin?

Grif: He means we're like lab rats.

Sarge: What- what- that's nonsense! We've been through so much! We had that, whole battle with the Blues for the, somethinerother and, then we set off that bomb thingy, and we got blasted through time, and we met an alien and that guy got pregnant.

Leo: According to this that's... Scenario 3.

Sarge: Three!?

Grif: Why us though?

Simmons: Let me see, let me see, thuh... "bases are outfitted with matching weapons and vehicles to ensure long conflict and are staffed by... low level operatives?"

Grif: Hey, who's that report calling low level? Stupid report. Punch it.

Simmons: "The candidates for Red and Blue squads will be culled from enlisted army ranks based on low test scores and poor field skills so as to not be missed on our-"

Grif: That actually does sound like me.

Leo: Hold on. If that's true then... why I'm here?

Grif: Did you suck during training?

Leo: No! I actually did good during training, I know for fact I had high test scores!

Simmons: If that's true why you end up here?

Leo: Don't know does the console say anything?

Simmons: Let me see.

Simmons types up Leo's full name on the console, which pops up with a few information.

Simmons: Huh... there's not much here. There's stuff about your training, tho.... (Keeps reading) you accidentally shot someone!?

Grif: Seriously!?

Leo: (Groans) Shit, they recorded it in there?

Grif: Whadda do?

Leo: (Sighs) Well, um.. it was first month I enlisted and we where training with live rounds. I forgot the safety was off and... next thing you know I accidentally shot someone in the foot.... the guy was a prick, tho.

Grif: (Sarcasm) Maybe, you do belong with us then.

Simmons: Is that why your here?

Leo: Can't be. I was doing well in my squad and then some guy called Special Officers Lemons transferred me out.

Grif: Huh, alright then. (Faces Simmons) What about you, I thought you were smart? Did you have low test scores too?

Simmons: Hey those time limits aren't fair, it should be important that I know the information, not how fast I know it.

Grif: Geeze, guess I hit a nerve.

Simmons: And don't even get me started on the number 2 pencils.

Grif: Well Sarge, I always said Command was full of- Sarge?

Grif turns around to see that Sarge is no-longer in the room with them.

Storage Area
To Caboose in the storage area looking at a base made out of junk.

Caboose: Ah that's good. Eh, maybe a little to the left.

Grif, Leo and Simmons come running up to him.

Grif: What is all this?

Caboose: Oh, this is new Red Base. Welcome.

Simmons: When did you build this?

Caboose: Oh I didn't build this. Your Sergeant did.

Grif: What? He built this? When?

Caboose: Oh, just now.

Leo: But, he literally just walked out of the room like ten seconds ago!

Caboose: Oh, he got sad about something so he's making a Red Base here. And I am helping. I am great at building forts. See, I already built a Blue Base.

Caboose points over to a couch which Wade is sitting on, relaxing. On the other side of the couch are blankets, a pillow and a chair. Next to Wade is a blue broom flag?

Caboose: Ours has blankets.

Wade: (Yells) It's actually pretty comfy!

Sarge appears on the red junk base.

Sarge: Go away!

Leo: Sarge, what is all this?

Sarge: Leo, didn't you hear? We're cannon fodder. Practice! Well if I'm the leader of junk, I may as well have a base made out of junk! Pretty appropriate, right?

Grif: Looks like shit.

Sarge: That was rhetorical, dirtbag.

Simmons: Well Sir, I think this is an excellent strategy. The Blues'll never-

Sarge: Blues? Simmons, don't you get it yet? Grif was right all along.

Grif: Thank you Sir.

Sarge: Don't call me that any more.

Leo: (Worried) Sarge maybe, you should calm down for a bit.

Sarge: How can I be calm, when my whole life has been a lie!?

Simmons: Sarge, this place is one lie after another. We don't know if-

Sarge: Oh, we know. I know. You wanna fool yourself go ahead.

Simmons: You're just upset Sir.

Sarge: Don't, call me that.

Simmons: What? Call you what?

Sarge: Sir. From now on, you call me by my name: Sarge. Or S-Dog. I'm not in charge any more. I quit.

Simmons: ...You what?

Leo: Sarge...

Grif: Uh-oh. I get the feeling somebody else's world just got rocked.

Caboose: Yeh, I'll start working on another fort. (Yells) Wade! We need more blankets!

Wade: (Yells) On it!

Frozen Freelancer Base
To Church and Tex running across the snowy plain, with Church stopping.

Church: Tex, stop. Where are we going?

Tex stops and faces Church.

Tex: There's only one person left who knows what happened to me. (Disgusted)The Director.

Church: The Director, nobody even knows who he is.

Tex: I can think of two people who might know: Wash and the Meta.

Church: Wash and Meta, are you kidding me? Tex, forget all this. What if they don't even know?

Tex: Then I get to kill Wash and Meta. If I can't find the Director, I'll just dismantle everything he ever built.

Church: Tex, I think the Director built all this for you.

Tex: Ugh, even more reason to burn it all to the ground.

Church: Facing Wash and Meta, is suicide, even if we knew where they were. We don't. How the hell are you gonna find them?

Tex: They'll find us.

Church: Oh so what, we just hole up? And wait for them to come without ever even knowing when that's gonna be?

Tex unholster her magnum.

Tex: No, they'll come now.

Church: How? Are you just gonna call them on the phone?

Tex: Somethin' like that.

Tex raises her magnum and shoots Church.

Church: (Shocked) Tex?

Church falls down onto his knees as he clutches his wound. A beeping sound starts to emit from him.

Tex: I needed you to come. Sheila said the recovery beacon wouldn't activate, until we left the storage facility.

Church: (Shocked) Tex?

Tex: I didn't ask to be paired with you. I didn't wanna come back. But I'm here now, so I'm gonna put an end to this.

Church: Tex, I would have helped you.

Tex: You can't even help yourself. That's why you made me, Church. You made me to take on all the things you can't handle. Just like you always have. Well guess what, I'm gonna handle it. Wash and Meta will be coming now. I have some things to get ready.

Church: Tex... why are you doing this?

Tex: Funny you should ask. That's exactly what I plan to find out... and I've got a promise to keep.

SandTrap
To Wash in the desert with a beeping sound emitting from him.

Wash: What is that? Where is that coming from? It can't be.

Meta: (Growls)

Wash: I'm getting it too. I should have known he might end up there.

Doc: What is it?

Wash: It's a recovery beacon. It's him; it's Epsilon. Doc, go get a vehicle. Meta, you grab the memory unit.

Meta: (Growls)

Doc and the Meta both run off.

Doc: (Yells) But where are we going?

Wash: We're going to the only place that's left.

The End
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