Author: Hey guys, sorry for yet another delay. I've just been so, tired from school after finishing exams and haven't really felt like writing. But, I'm back and ready to continue writing!

*CRASH*

Tex: THERE YOU ARE!!

Author: Did you just kick my door down!?

Tex: Never mind that! What did just say to you last time!

Author: Uhhh... that if I took another long break, you would break my.... oh.

Tex: *Cracks Knuckles*

Author: HOLD UP!! If you break my fingers, how will I be able to continue writing!?

Tex: Hmmm, guess your right.

Author: *Relief*

Tex: But, you don't necessarily need your legs to write.

Author: ...Wait what?

Tex: Now, hold still.

Author: Nonononono *CRACK* SHHIITT!!
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SandTrap
To Wash and the Meta, standing beside each other in the desert, getting ready.

Wash: Alright Meta, get ready. Fire!!

They both shoot at the same thing with Wash tossing a grenade, and the Meta fires his brute shot.

Wash: Huh, well that actually seemed to work.

To Doc, standing in the middle of small debris around him, from him being in the now destroyed wall.

Doc: ...Ow!

Wash walks up to Doc with the Meta behind walking him.

Wash: Doc, how do you feel?

Doc: Uh okay I guess, all things considered- hey does anybody know where we can find a good medic?

Wash: I don't get paid enough for this.

Wash walks off as the Meta watches him leave. The Meta takes a glance at Doc, considering his options, before also walking away with a growl.

Doc: Geeze, tough room.

Inside The Facility
To the Reds just inside the Facility with Leo, Grif and Sarge standing on a staircase.

Grif: I told you that stupid plan wouldn't work.

Simmons enter the room and stands at the top of the staircase.

Simmons: That's because you said your name was Agent Pluto!

Sarge: Heh, luckily we had the old contingency plan to fall back on.

Grif: Sarge, shotgun in the face is not a contingency plan. I keep telling you that.

Leo: At least we're in, now.

Sarge: Don't be so quick to judge, Grif. Shotgun in the face can be applied in a variety of tough situations. For instance, (Aims his shotgun at Grif) watch how quickly it cures insubordination.

Caboose: (Distance) Oh no!

A loud crash, like shattering glass can be heard.

Leo: Did you guys just hear that?

Sarge: It came from down here. Come on.

Sarge eagerly heads down the stairs with Leo, Grif and Simmons following behind him.

SandTrap
To Wash, Meta and Doc walking up to one of the aliens who seem to be drawing something in the sand. They stop near it and quietly watch what it's doing.

Wash: I don't like this.

Doc: Look, I talked to them. They're gonna draw us a map and show us where Epsilon went. After that you can let me go.

Wash: You sure that's what he's doing?

Doc: Well, my Alien to English is a little rusty. I would suggest we get one of those translator balls, but we got enough jerks around here already.

Meta: *Growls*

Wash: I agree. We should just kill most of them, the last one left alive will talk.

Doc: Wash, you just can't kill everybody you meet.

Wash: Why not?

Doc: Uh... well now you're putting me on the spot, I don't really have an answer for that, just seems like a bad idea though. Karma?

The Alien stops drawing in the sand and turns to look at Wash and Doc.

Alien: ~Done!~

Doc: Hey, he's done drawing the map.

Alien: ~Sooo, how much do you like it?~

Wash walks up to see what the alien has drawn. Only to see the alien had written 'HUMENS SUK' in the sand with the word 'SHISNO' and an arrow pointed at a stick figure with X's over its eyes.

Doc: What does it say? What does it say?

Wash: It says peace talks have broken down. Now we do it our way.

The Meta growls, before opening fire with his brute shot, upon the Aliens.

Doc: (Steps back) Whoa!

Alien: ~I regret nothing! Shisnos!!!~

Inside The Facility
To Caboose and Wade, standing outside the door while Epsilon is messing around inside.

Epsilon: (Muffled) Just hold still. No, no, don't-

A crash can be heard coming from inside the room.

FILSS: I sense things are not going well.

Caboose: Yes please just keep the door shut, thank you that's fine.

FILSS: I am sorry, but if the Director requests the door to be opened, I am required to comply.

The Reds walk up to the two blues.

Wade: Just please keep that door shut.

Leo: Wade? Caboose?

Epsilon: (Muffled) Stop! Don't move, don't move, don't-

There is another crash from behind the door followed by Epsilon's annoyed groan.

Caboose: Oh! Oh hello everyone!

Epsilon: (Muffled) Stop!

Caboose: Yes. Everyone who wasn't here before is now here now. Hello.

There is another crash.

Sarge: What're you up to, Blues.

Another crash can be heard as Wade tries to explain.

Wade: Us? Oooh, nothing. There's nothing happening here, especially behind this door

Epsilon: (Hurriedly, muffled) Uh, I wouldn't pick that up it looks expensive-

The sound of shattering glass is once again heard.

Caboose: Absolutely nothing!

Simmons: Uhh, I think they're lying.

Grif: What was your first clue?

Leo: What's going on in there?

Wade: In here? Oh. Nothing is happening in there. Um, well this probably isn't even a door, either. It's, probably-

The door shakes with a bang.

Leo: ......What was that?

Caboose: Oh that was me. Uh, I said this isn't a door, I said it's a gong.

Grif: A gong, what the hell is a-

Another bang dents the door outwards.

Wade: Definitely, a gong.

The door is hit again with part of the lock being shoved forward.

Caboose: I'm just going to walk over this way, now.

Slowly walks away from the door and down the hall as whatever is on the other side continues to smash it apart.

Caboose: Excuse me. Yes, thank you. Pardon me, coming through. Yes excuse me, yes pardon me. Excuse me, yes thank you. Pardon me, coming through. Yes excuse me, yes pardon me.

Once Caboose left the hallway a gulp could be heard coming from Wade.

Wade: *Nervously* I think I should go with him.

As Wade tries to walk past the reds a hand grabs his shoulder.

Leo: Oh no, you don't! Your going to tell us what's happening in there!

As Leo is holding Wade, the rest of the Reds look at the door as it continues to get beaten apart.

Grif: Um, Sarge, what's the plan here?

Sarge: Men, we have a perfect ambush scenario.

Simmons: I agree. Unless wait, are we the ambushers or, the ambushees? Hey, can you ambush something that's trying to beat its way through metal plating to get to you?

Sarge: Okay, first, we just wait for the door to open-

The light in the ceiling comes loose as the door is even more violently pounded and deformed. The lights in the hallway shatter, leaving only the light inside the room. Smoke begins seeping around the twisted piece of metal that used to be the door. There is a brief pause, as if whatever is on the other side gave up. Suddenly, the door is blasted off its hinges and sent flying down the hall.

Wade: (Points) Look out!

Leo: Huh?

The Reds and Wade quickly duck, but Leo unaware of what's happening. Turns around, just as the door crashes into and sends him down the hallway and onto the ground with the door. The Reds and Wade stand up and glance at the piece of metal, that used to be the door, that had flown over their heads and onto Leo.

Grif: Door's open...

Leo: (Muffled by the door) Oww, my back!

Grif: ...and Leo's down

Sarge: What the- hh?

They all look to see who or what had smashed the metal door apart to get to them. Only to see a black armoured figure stand up and step forward out of the smoke, slamming its fist into its hand.

Tex: Okay. (Robotically cracks her neck) So, who's first?

The End
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