At the desert, Wash and the Meta stand 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.

Doc stands in the center of a pile of rubble, having been freed from the wall.

Doc: ...Ow!

Washington: (walks 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: Geez, tough room.

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At the facility, the Reds stand at the bottom of a staircase.

Grif: I told you that stupid plan wouldn't work.

Simmons: That's because you said your name was Agent Pluto!

Sarge: Heh, luckily we had the old contingency plan to fall back on.

Grif: Sarge, shotgun in the face is not a contingency plan. I keep telling you that.

Sarge: Don't be so quick to judge, Grif. Shotgun in the face can be applied in a variety of tough situations. For instance, (aims shotgun at Grif) watch how quickly it cures insubordination.

Caboose: (from far off) Oh no!

A loud crash, like shattering glass is then heard.

Simmons: What was that?

Sarge: It came from down here. Come on.

Sarge heads down the hall with Grif and Simmons behind him.

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Kan rush around a corner, keeping his plasma rifles out and nods for Slade to follow him. They continue down the hall and find what looks like a control room, giving a clear view of the rest of the facility.

Kan: By the Prophets, this facility is humongous!

Slade: I never realized how much resources the Director for his damned experiments.

Suddenly they hear the same glass-shattering noise that the Reds did.

Kan: What was that?

Slade: No clue. (sighs) Okay, Nat. I hate to have to do this to you, but-

South: It's okay, just go find your friends. I'll be fine.

Slade then gives her one of his pistols.

Slade: I'll be back as fast I can, love. Theta, I want you to stay here and keep running her healing unit.

Theta: (appears next to South) Okay, Cal! Just please do come back. This place feels creepy to me...

Slade: (scoffs) You aren't the only one with that feeling, lad.

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Back at the desert, Washington, Doc, and the Meta watch one of the Elites draw in the sand.

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.

The Meta growls to Wash and pulls his weapon off his back.

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?

Elite: (stops drawing)

Doc: Hey, he's done drawing the map.

Washington walks up to see what the Elite has drawn. The Elite 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: (runs off to hide) Whoa!

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Elsewhere in the facility, Caboose stands outside a door while Epsilon is messing around inside.

Epsilon: (from inside the room) Just hold still. No, no, don't-

A crash is heard from behind the door.

F.I.L.S.S.: I sense things are not going well.

Caboose: Yes, please just keep the door shut, thank you, that's fine.

F.I.L.S.S.: I am sorry, but if the Director requests the door to be opened, I am required to comply.

The Reds walk up to Caboose.

Caboose: Just keep the door shut.

Grif: Caboose, is that you?

Epsilon: (from inside the room) Stop! Don't move, don't move, don't-

Another crash is heard from behind the door followed by Epsilon's annoyed groan.

Caboose: Oh! Oh, hello everyone!

Epsilon: (from inside the room) Stop!

Caboose: Yes. Everyone who wasn't here before is now here now. Hello.

There is then another crash. Slade and Kan then arrive.

Slade: What the hell's going on in here?

Caboose: And now Slade is here. Yes. That's good. Nothing is wrong.

Sarge: What're you up to, Blue?

Another crash is heard as Caboose tries to explain.

Caboose: Me? Oh nothing. I'm not hiding anything behind this door.

Epsilon: (hurriedly) Uh, I wouldn't pick that up it looks expensive-

The sound of shattering glass is heard again.

Simmons: Uhh, I think he's lying.

Grif: What was your first clue?

Sarge: Let's 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.

Kan: Caboose, you aren't making any sen-

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

The Reds, Slade, and Kan look at the door as it continues to get beaten apart.

Grif: Um, Sarge, what's the plan here?

Sarge: Men, we have a perfect ambush scenario.

Simmons: I agree. 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?

Slade: Simmons, shut your over-sized mouth and just aim your gun at the fuckin' door!

Sarge: Okay, 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, before the door is blasted off its hinges and sent flying down the hall. The Reds Slade, and Kan 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.

Kan: That was too close.

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?

BG Tex (Blood Gulch): (in Slade's mind) Well, this is just fuckin' great.