Caboose, South, and Donut end their transmission with Washington.

Caboose: Hello? Hello? Agent Washington! Are you there? Hello? Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.

Donut: Umm, I think he hung up.

South: Or they disconnected him.

Caboose: No, I don't think so... I don't think he'd do anything like that—hello! Hello.

Donut: Okay. Well, I think I'll just head back to my base. If you can think of anything to help me with that desert situation, just give me a ring.

Caboose: Okay.

Donut: You need any help with your Frankenstein-friend project?

Caboose: Oh, no, but uh, if you see any mechanical parts laying around that... look friendly, would you save them for us?

Donut: Well, sure! I can ask Sarge if he used his underground secret workshop. I heard the guys talking about it, it sounded cool.

South: You mean the hologram room?

Caboose: Oh right, they mentioned that earlier when they came by to pick you up.

Donut: He doesn't usually like letting the enemy use our equipment, but maybe I'll catch him in a good mood.

Caboose: Oh, you could try killing the orange one first! That would probably put him in a great mood!

Donut: Yeah... that's a good idea and all, but we have all these rules against killing people from our own team.

Caboose: Lame.

Donut: Tell me about it.

South: (snorts) The way Cal treats you guys, I'm surprised you're not dead already.

Donut: (confused) Who's Cal?

South: Your pal, Slade? Didn't he tell you he's a Freelancer like me?

Donut: Wait, what?! No wonder he has serious anger issues! Man. Our team sucks.

Donut hops in the grav-lift and gets thrown across the canyon.

Caboose: Ohhh. So that's how that works. (heads downstairs) Secret underground workshop, huh? Well, I have to try something. I don't seem to be very good about doing this on my own. (a random fire occurs to the right) All right, now how did that even start?! Miss South!

South runs in and sees the fire.

South: Ugh, what did I say, Caboose?! Where's the extinguisher?

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At Red Base, Sarge is discussing with the squad how to get Donut back.

Sarge: Man, with Donut captured, I think we should abandon our previous plans of not attacking the Blues and institute a new plan, of attacking the Blues.

Simmons: Good.

Sarge: Winning the war is one thing, but having a man captured is quite another. I can't stand by knowing we've left a man behind! (turns to Grif) So I need a volunteer to run a suicide rescue mission. This won't be easy, and you're almost certain to die!

Grif: Why are you looking at me when you say that?

Slade: Work your brain, dumbarse.

Sarge: Thanks for volunteering, Grif! (Donut approaches behind him from the hill) Now the plan is to run straight at Blue Base, grab Donut, and carry him home over your shoulder, even if he's not hurt. That way when the Blues track you down to kill ya, Donut will still have fresh legs to run home and avoid recapture.

Simmons: Um, sir?

Sarge: Quiet, Simmons! (Donut is now standing beside Sarge) You've been too unreliable lately for a suicide mission. I think I need to go with a pro.

Grif: Gee thanks, sir.

Sarge: Just get him back here! I can't stand Donut being captured another minute!

Donut: Aww, that's sweet, Sarge! Thank you!

Sarge: What the-?

Grif: Mission accomplished, sir.

Sarge: Excellent work, Private Grif!

Grif: Thanks, sir. Request permission to go AWOL for a few months?

Sarge: Permission denied.

Grif: Eh. Had to try.

Slade: I'm surprised you even know what 'try' means.

Grif: Up yours.

Sarge: Donut, you're back! Are you okay? You look fine to me.

Donut: I do? Well, I did switch to a new armor polish recently. Thanks for noticing, Sarge.

Sarge: No, I mean they didn't hurt you!

Donut: Hurt me? Oh no, not at all. I mean, Caboose and South we're pretty cool about me leaving.

Sarge: Just two soldiers, eh? That seems like it could be a tactical advantage.

Simmons: We already knew that!

Sarge: And now it's confirmed.

Grif: Permission to switch Simmons to the Blue Team, sir?

Sarge: Permission denied.

Grif: Eh. Had to try.

Simmons: Fuck it. I'm gonna go help Lopez with the jeep. (runs off)

Slade: (runs after him) Oh, hell no! You are not fucking up our work! I just fixed the damn turret!

Sarge: Okay, Donut. I want as much information as possible. Let's get you debriefed.

Donut: That sounds like fun. Boy, things have really changed around here.

Sarge: That's not what I meant!

Caboose and South are watching from afar.

Caboose: Okay, guys. Let's get in there. (whispers) And try to stay quiet. It's sneaking time.

South: (sighs) I'm still trying to remember how you talked me into this.

Caboose and South run off toward Red Base. Simmons standing beside Slade and Lopez, who are fixing the jeep. Caboose is hiding behind one of the barricades beside them and spontaneously pops up from behind other barricades and boxes as he gets closer to the three Reds while South just runs behind the rock strata on the right.

Simmons: No, no. That one goes there, this one goes here.

Lopez: [This argument is redundant. I know what corresponds to where.]

Simmons: Here, just let me do it, give me your wrench.

Slade: That's a hammer, dickwad. You know what? Kan! Make sure Simmons doesn't fuck up Lopez's work. I'm gonna go blow off steam in the hologram room.

Kan: (walks up) Yes, Leader.

Caboose: (crouched, whispering to himself) I am sneaking, I am sneaking.

South: (whispers) Quit talking to yourself!

Sarge is talking to Donut and Grif as South and Caboose hide behind to crates and sneak inside the base.

Sarge: Did you tell him anything?

Donut: Not really. It seems like they had most of the information anyway.

Sarge: What?

Donut: Yeah! I was actually surprised by how much information he had gathered about our weapons and facilities.

Sarge: We've got a leak! Grif, found out who's been gabbin'!

Caboose and South continue to sneak towards the Red Base, with Caboose chanting to himself as Grif silently watches them pass.

Sarge: Grif, can you find the leak or not?!

Caboose crashes into something and stops moving.

Caboose: (whispers) Oh! What was that?!

Grif: I'll get right on that, sir. I'm sure the leak is someone very close to us. Specifically, someone very nearby me.

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Inside the hologram room, Caboose and South go down the ramp and stand in the middle of the room.

Caboose: There's nothing here? This room is boring! (making echoes) Boring, boring... boring... boring... boring... boring...

South: Caboose, stop with the echoing.

Caboose: (turns to Epsilon, who is making noise) Epsilon, shush! (Epsilon gets louder) Epsilon, seriously! Stop it. They're going to hear you!

Slade: South? Caboose?

The pair turn and see Slade standing there with several simulation bodies of Sarge, Simmons, and Grif all dead in a pile.

Slade: What are you two doin' down here?

Before either of them can answer, Caboose drops the Epsilon unit as it then opens up and reveals a green figure.

Caboose: ...It's you...!

Slade: How the hell-?

Delta, Theta, and Rho appear.

Delta: This is... unexpected.