"Donut I'm not sleeping." Simmons says. "I was drugged."
Donut looks at Sarge. "Sorry, Sarge. He's not sleeping. He's doing drugs."
"Shut up Donut, I'm not doing drugs, we were attacked!" Simmons informs Donut. "They must have used some kind of tranquilizer on me and- Grif? Ash?" He looks around and doesn't spot them. "Where's Grif?"
"Maybe they're out scoring you junkies some more drugs!" Donut says.
"They must have taken them!"
"Ash I get, But who would take Grif? Garbage collectors?" Sarge asks.
"The people who ambushed us!" Simmons says. "We have to find him. Luckily I implanted a tracking chip into Grif's armor. I wanted to be able to find him when it was time to work. I should be able to lock onto his signal in just a few seconds."
"A few seconds?" Sarge asks. "That sounds entirely hopeless! Well, Grif, we'll miss ya! You were a good soldier. Using the broadest possible definition of good. And soldier. Well, time to go find Ash."
"I've got a signal!"
"He's probably a million miles away by now!"
"Actually, he's only a tenth of a mile away-"Simmons corrects.
But Sarge interrupts before Simmons can finish. "But who knows what directions!"
Simmons turns to the side. "That direction."
"Exactly. We did our best, Simmons. I'll check back to base to call for a replacement troop. Where's my shotgun?"
"I don't see it anywhere. I guess they took it when they took Grif and Ash." Simmons says.
Sarge groans. "...What direction did you say?"
Simmons motions to the side. "That way sir."
"Come on, let's go." Sarge walks off with his team following him.
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