Fade in to Wash and the Meta in the desert, getting ready.

Washington: Alright Meta, get ready. Fire!!

Wash tosses a grenade, and the Meta fires his brute shot.

Washington: Huh, well that actually seemed to work.

Cut to Doc, who has been freed from the cement slab with pieces of debris around him.

Doc: ...Ow!

Washington: (walking up to Doc with the Meta behind him) Doc, how do you feel?

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

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

Washington walks off as the Meta watches. The Meta takes a glance at Doc before also walking away with a growl.

Doc: Geeze, tough room.

Cut to the Reds just inside the facility.

"You know, I'm surprised that plan worked." Grif says.

"That's because you didn't believe that Ash was actually a Freelancer."

"I still don't think it was necessary to shoot the computer, Sarge." Ash says.

"The computer was getting too nosy, and we are on a time limit." Sarge says.

Cut to FILSS' damaged monitor outside the base on the tree

FILSS: *Malfunctioning.* Hhhhhhllo, this is a private facility. Hello, this is a private facility.

Cut back to the Reds

"On, no!" Caboose yells from somewhere then a loud crash is heard.

"What was that?" Simmons asks.

"It came from down here!" Sarge says. "C'mon."

Sarge eagerly heads down the hall with Grif, Ash, and Simmons behind him. Cut to one of the aliens drawing something in the sand. Washington, Doc, and Meta walk up behind them to observe.

Washington: 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.

Washington: 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: (gowls)

Washington: 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.

Washington: 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?

Alien: (stops drawing) Rarh. Blarggh.

Doc: Hey, he's done drawing the map.

Alien: Rr-rarrar, hunrarrar unhunrarrarrar.

Washington walks up to see what the alien has drawn. 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?

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

The Meta growls before opening fire with his brute shot.

Doc: Whoa!

Cut back to Caboose outside the door while Church is messing around inside

Church: (of screen) Just hold still. No, no, don't-

A cash can be heard coming from behind the door.

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 Caboose.

"Just keep the door shut." Caboose says.

"Caboose, is that you?" Grif asks.

"Stop!" Epsilon yells for the other side of the door. "Don't move- Don't move- Don't--"

There's a loud crashing sound, followed by Epsilon's annoyed groan.

"Oh! ... Oh, hello, everyone." Caboose greets.

"Stop!" Epsilon yells from within.

"Yes, everyone who wasn't here before is now here now." Caboose says as a crash is heard. "Hello."

"What are you up to, Blue?" Sarge asks.

"Me? Oh, nothing. I'm not hiding anything behind this door."

"Uh, I wouldn't pick that up it looks expensive!" Epsilon yells from behind the door.

"Uh... I think he's lying." Simmons says.

"What was your first clue?" Grif sarcastically asks Simmons.

"I bet there's something awesome behind that door." Ash says.

Sarge: Let us see what's in there.

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

The door shakes with a bang.

Sarge: What the heck 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.

Caboose: Yeah, 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) Excuse me. Yes, thank you. Pardon me, coming through.

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

The Reds look at the door as it continues to get beaten apart.

"Um, Sarge?" Grif asks with a hint of fear. "What's the plan here?"

"Men, we have a perfect ambush scenario." Sarge says.

"I agree." Simmons agrees.

"I do too." Ash says.

Simmons looks to Sarge. "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?"

"Okay!" Sarge starts. "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, before the door is blasted off its hinges and sent flying down the hall. The Reds stand up and glance at the piece of metal, that used to be the door, that had flown over their heads.

Grif: Door's open.

Sarge: What the- hh?

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

Tex: Okay. ("cracks" neck) So who's first?

"Not awesome." Ash says.

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