Valhalla
Wash and the Meta are looking at Doc, who's still stuck in the wall. But, they've dragged him out of blue base on the field, with the wall he's in standing upright.

Wash: Come on, can't you get him out of there? He's just stuck in a few rocks.

Meta: (Growls)

Wash: 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.

Wash: Hit him.

The Meta walks over to Doc and hits him with his brute shot.

Doc: Oah!

Wash: You worked with them before. Do they have any hideouts, anywhere they go when they're in trouble.

Doc: I don't know.

Wash: Hit him again.

The Meta hits Doc again.

Doc: Ow!

Wash: Did Wade or Simmons say where Sarge, Leo 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 and Even Worse Cop.

Wash: 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!

Wash: Hit him again.

Meta: (Growls)

Doc: And sand! H-he mentioned sand!

Wash: Sand...

SandTrap
To the Reds with Grif, looking through a sniper rifle, spying on the blues minus Tucker from on top of a sand hill.

Epsilon: (Distance) Alright, well, let's go then. I actually thought it would take longer to convince you guys. Come on. I wanna get to the facility before nightfall.

Leo: A facility?

Sarge: 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?

Leo: A place where we aren't going get shot at for once?

Sarge: No! A place to finally restore the Blues to Command's database. Get yer typing fingers ready Simmons!

Simmons: (Sighs) Okay, I'll bring my carpal tunnel braces.

Sarge: If we're going to follow them we'll need two vehicles.

Grif: Well, I'm sure we can grab another one from the camp down there.

Leo: Why do we even need a vehicles? The Blues are just walking. I'm sure we can keep up with them on foot.

Grif: On foot?!

Sarge: Uh, Leo? We're the Reds. We don't walkanywhere. 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 Leo. Shame on you.

Leo: Oh, screw you guys.

Sarge: Let's just forget you ever mentioned it.

Grif: I think this should go on his permanent record.

Leo: Just get in the goddam jeep, guys.

Simmons: Welcome to my life, Leo.

To Tucker on top of the pillar, with the Reds driving off in the, behind him. The reds are in a warthog, while Leo is following behind on a mongoose.

Tucker: (Yells) Hey, where are you guys going!? Wait! Gah, dammit! (To the Aliens) 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. (Sarcasm) Oh my God look, a next gen smartphone! Can you believe they'd leave that just layin' around?

The aliens turn around to look, and Tucker jumps off the pillar and heads towards his Chopper, hoping on it.

Tucker: Fooled by the old prototype trick. Classic. Well, seeya bitches I'm outta here.

Tucker tried to start up the Chopper but, it doesn't turn on.

Tucker: What the- out of gas? Hey uh, you guys have any gas?

The aliens raise their weapons at Tucker. Tucker hops off his Chopper and starts running after the reds.

Tucker: You know what? Fuck it, I'm just gonna run.

Outside of the Facility
To Epsilon, Wade and Caboose walking through the ruins and overgrown parts of the outside of the facility

Epsilon: Alright, I think this is it.

Wade: This? This place looks like it's been abandoned for years.

Zeta: (Appears) Yeah, not much to this place.

Epsilon: Yeah. It's supposed to look like this, that's kinda the idea. Come on, this way.

Epsilon and Wade, walk off while Caboose stays and looks around the place.

Caboose: Man. You really need to clean this place up.

Zeta: Caboose, come on!

Caboose: Coming!

The three of them walk through a small tunnel.

Epsilon: Come on. Oh yeah here we go. It's this way.

Caboose: My this way or your this way?

Epsilon: There is no- it's the same this way. Okay yeah, this is, it. I think.

The halt in front of a wall.

Wade: It's a wall. We came all this way for a wall?

Epsilon: Wade!

Wade: Ok, sorry!

Behind them, on a tree, is a screen that comes online with the name F.I.L.S.S on it.

Caboose: It's a really, great wall.

F.I.L.S.S: 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.

The three of them turn around and look at the screen known as F.I.L.S.S.

Wade: Well, that's just great.

F.I.L.S.S: You have thirty seconds to comply, or die. Have a nice day!

Caboose: Sheila? Is that you?

F.I.L.S.S: No. I am the Freelancer Integrated Logistics and Security System. You may call me Phyllis. It is a pleasure to meet you. You now have, fifteen, seconds to live.

Epsilon: Whoa. Dying sounds like a bad idea. Maybe we should leave.

F.I.L.S.S: 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.

Epsilon: Talkin' to me?

F.I.L.S.S: Yes. You are the Director of Project Freelancer, are you not?

Epsilon: 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.

F.I.L.S.S: How may I assist you today?

Epsilon: Can we uh... Can we come in?

F.I.L.S.S: Certainly.

The wall they looked at previously, opens up a door way in front of them.

F.I.L.S.S: Please, watch your step.

Caboose: Kinda spooky in there.

Wade: Yep.

Epsilon: Yeah... Why don't you guys go first?

Wade: Us?

Epsilon: Well I mean, you guys are the ones with, the guns, and everything.

Caboose: Yeah, but the tree seemed to like you best. Uh hey Sheila could you-

F.I.L.S.S: Are you speaking to me?

Epsilon: 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.

F.I.L.S.S: Alright. I will respond to that name as well. You are the Director after all.

Epsilon: Right. I am.

The End
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