The Epsilon unit opens up and emits a hologram of Delta.

Caboose: It's you!

Epsilon-Delta: Hello, Caboose. It seems fitting to say that it is good to see you again. Although, technically, that is untrue...

Caboose: Delta! Wait, but Slade has Delta? (gasps) Are you two twins?

Slade: A.I.s can't be copied, Caboose. This has been said before, lad. Though I am just as curious as to why you're appearing as Delta when the real Delta is here.

Epsilon-Delta: Actually, this is not Delta. We simply thought that you would be most comfortable speaking to Delta.

Delta: That is logical.

Epsilon-Delta: Indeed.

South: Wait, time-out? We?

Epsilon-Delta: Yes. Epsilon strongly remembers all the other AI in fragments. When Alpha went insane, Epsilon carried the burden of those memories. We can appear as anyone, in this case, Delta, whom, from your stories, was a trusted source of information for you. Therefore, we felt it best that we take his likeness for this conversation.

Caboose: Oh. That makes sense.

Epsilon-Delta: Yes. We thought you would say that.

Caboose: So you can... appear as anyone?

Epsilon-Delta: Theoretically, yes. Anyone in our memory banks.

Caboose: What about a chair?

Epsilon-Delta: If you felt that was fitting, the holographic technology in this room allows us to project ourselves in any matter. It is surprisingly advanced.

Caboose: How about a giraffe?

South covers Caboose's mouth.

South: Caboose, later.

Rho: Keep going, Delta.

Delta: I am Delta.

Slade: D, log off so we don't get anyone else confused.

Delta: Affirmative.

Delta then disappears.

Epsilon-Delta: We regret that we will not be able to appear to you or communicate with you outside this room, so you must listen carefully. ... Caboose, did you understand what—

Caboose: I'm listening carefully.

Epsilon-Delta: All right. It can be hard to tell. Caboose, we need you to find a way to help us. Washington said that when Epsilon was recovered, that our memories could be used to punish people who tortured Alpha.

Caboose: Okay.

Epsilon-Delta: Washington will not trust us, and our new recent attempts to build a new body are not working.

South: No kidding. There were a LOT of fires.

Epsilon-Delta: We remember. Your friend from Red Team described a location nearby with a strange energy source.

Caboose: Oh, that's where Tucker is.

Epsilon-Delta: We don't have many memories of him.

Caboose: Yeah, I never really liked him so... I leave him out of most of the stories.

Slade: Wait, we're just gonna believe something that Donut said?

South: He said he spoke with the Counselor before he was transferred out to find Tucker.

Epsilon-Delta: The Freelancer Project found sources of intense energy, so a scenario team was sent to investigate the area, but they left without doing anything.

Caboose: They sound dumb.

Epsilon-Delta: Indeed. This place sounds like the location of the energy source. You should go there and investigate. We can explain more when the opportunity arises.

Caboose: Okay, I can help you do that. Even if it helps Tucker too...

Epsilon-Delta: Thank you, Caboose. We have to go now. Someone is coming. Remember: memory is the key. (vanishes back into the Epsilon unit)

Caboose: What? I thought we were done with that part.

Sarge comes running in through the upper level. As he runs down to Caboose's level, Grif and Simmons follow after him.

Sarge: A-hah! Somebody is down here!

Simmons: See, I told you it wasn't me who moved your favorite crate.

Sarge: All right, Simmons, I said I believed you. So just drop it already!

Simmons: (mumbles) I don't know why you like that stupid thing so much anyway...

Caboose, South, Slade, and the AI turns to face the Reds.

Sarge: Hey, Blues! What do you think you're doing down here? You better not have messed up any of my stuff!

Grif: Messed up what? Everything down here is fake.

Sarge: Yeah, but who knows how he could've sabotaged the system. Better run a diagnostic.

Simmons: Yeah, if he sabotaged anything, I'm sure he just ended up fixing it.

Donut comes down and joins the group.

Sarge: What do you think you're doing down here, Blues?

Caboose: Nothing. We were just, um, we were just looking around. I need to leave anyways. I have to pack.

Grif: Leave? Problem averted, back to—wait. You're leaving leaving?

Caboose: Ahh, I need to find my friend Tucker.

Donut: The guy in the desert? Awesome!

Grif: But then there won't be any more Blues here. Which means they'll probably send—

Caboose: Actually I'm gonna go find Tucker, bring him back... then there will be three Blues! Plenty for you to fight!

Grif: Why don't I have confidence in this mission?

Caboose: Yeah, it sounds super dangerous but I'm sure I can manage. I've done dangerous stuff before and I've always come out fine, both physically and...

There's a brief silence as everyone looks at each other before back at Caboose.

Theta: Caboose?

Rho: You ok-

Caboose: Mentally!

Grif: Yeah, this is not going to work. Hey, Sarge? Permission to go on the Blue's stupid mission?

Sarge: What?

Simmons: What?

Slade: What?

Grif: Don't you see? If he dies on this mission – and let's be honest, when he dies on his mission – that means they won't be back in Command's records yet.

Sarge: Well, that's not good.

Grif: But if I help him pull this off, then Command might notice them and put 'em back in.

Sarge: Excellent point, Grif!

Simmons: No. It isn't.

Sarge: Permission granted.

Grif: Um... you've never, actually said that to me before. That means "yes," right?

Sarge: Yes.

Grif: Okay, just checking.

Sarge: And I'm coming with you!

Grif: What?

Simmons: What?!

Slade: Welp, I'm in too. South?

South: I'd better stick here, just to be sure anyone who stays doesn't destroy the bases.

Sarge: Simmons, how about you? You in?

Simmons: I think I'll stay at the base and provide logistical support, sir.

Sarge: Sounds good. Let's get a move on! We'll either restore the Blues or we'll fail and I get to watch you die! It's a no-lose!

Caboose: Sounds perfect!

Grif: Wait! You mean Simmons will get to hang out at the base while I go out on a dangerous mission?

Simmons: That's right. Enjoy the limelight, Private Kiss-Ass. I'll just be hanging out here with Donut until you get back. (yawns) I think it's time for a nap.

Theta and Rho disappear as Caboose, Sarge, Slade, and South exit the room.

Donut: Oh man, this is going to be great. It'll be like a sleepover! And we can decorate. How awesome is this gonna be? I'll go get my wallpaper book, Simmons, you be thinking about paint colors! (follows after the others)

Grif/Simmons: Aw man, I think I'm regretting this already.