Sarge is finishing up telling the plan of attack. "And then Donut will use all our grenades to bombard the base, while we move forward in an advanced cover-fire formation."

"Got it, and nobody hurts Sister. That's my job." Grif informs the group.

"Why does Donut get to stay on the sidelines?" Simmons asks.

"Because, he's got a great arm." Sarge explains. "Heh, he coulda gone pro."

"It comes from years of tossing." Donut states.

Sarge continues. "And as discussed, in the event we are cornered and no other options exist, Donut will make sure to save at least five grenades. One for each of you. And two for Grif."

"Anyone have a preference of frag or sticky? Tell me now, I don't want any complaining later on."

"Frag." Ash says.

"Frag." Simmons says. "No wait, sticky."

"Surprise me." Grif says.

"I'm gonna change back to frag."

Donut turns to Sarge. "Hey Sarge, have you thought about calling for reinforcements? Like when we called for the ship."

"You mean the ship that crushed you while bringing more Blue soldiers?" Grif asks. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't do that."

"It's worth a shot." Sarge says. "They owe us one now." Sarge turns his radio on. "Come in Command. Are you there? Vic, are you there?" Sarge's voice is heard off in the distance. "Come in! Is this thing on?"

"Does anybody hear that echo?" Simmons asks

"Yeah. We're in a cave Simmons." Donut says. "Caves echo, duh. That's how bats navigate."

Simmons begins to walk away. "No, it seems like it's coming from back the way we came."

"Did you say bats?" Grif asks. "What bats? Were you talking about bats?"

"Um, just bats in general." Donut says.

"Don't bullshit me dude, I heard bats."

"You are hopeless." Ash says to Grif.

Vic comes in through the radio. "Hehey hey, Rojo amigo. What's going on?"

"Vic, we need help!" Sarge yells. "The Blues have executed a brilliant plan, and it looks like we've fallen for it perfectly. No doubt they're celebrating at our very own base as we speak. We're going to die if we don't get some help over here Vic."

"Uh hey dude, it's Vic Junior." Vic Junior corrects. "We already covered that."

Sarge grumbles. "Vic Junior. We're going to die if we don't get some help over here."

"Okay dude, calm down. Take a chill pill. If you don't have a chill pill, take one of those chill strips. Put it on your tongue it dissolves, chill. I'll try to help, but someone's been here monkeying with my equipment. Just give me a second and I'll- Oh, no oh man, I gotta go bye, try to win." Vic cuts the call.

"Hello? I don't hear any hold music. Please don't transfer me to India."

"They did that to me once." Ash says. "But I did learn how to set the background on my desktop from the guy."

A few minutes ago with Simmons

"Hello?" Simmons asks.

Sarge's voice then comes through the computer. "Hello? Yes, I'm still here Vic."

"Sarge?" Simmons asks.

"Simmons, is that you?" Sarge asks.

"Yes?"

"What the- Do you work at Command now?" Sarge asks. "When were you promoted?"

"I don't work at Command, you called me here." Simmons says. "It looks like this monitoring equipment is interfering with our radios. Or something."

"Diabolical. Well get your keester back here. Red Command is useless."

"There's a news flash." Grif comments.

"Shut up Grif." Sarge orders.

"Did that order come from Command?"

"In fact it did.

Ash laughs at Grif. "You got owned!"

"I can't believe I donated organs for this fucking war." Simmons complains.

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