Tucker is standing in front of Dylan and Jax. Dylan wanted to interview Tucker as to how he felt about Grif quiting them. 

"They say a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Grif wants to quit? Good riddance! I'm sick of carrying his fat butt anyway. Honestly, we could probably lose a few others while we're at it. Donut for starts. Simmons, Sarge, Lopez. Red Team. We're just being honest, right? I'm the team leader, I'm the one who matters!" 

Simmons comes around a corner. "We found it!" 

"SIMMONS! DON'T INTERRUPT." Tucker yells. 

"I wasn't talking to you, Tucker!" Simmons retorts. "We found it, Miss Dylan, another relay!" 

"On our way!" Dylan then gives Jax the kill gesture and he shuts off his camera. 

"Are you sure you got all that?" Tucker asks. "I could do it again! I'm always down for another round Bow-Chicka-Bow-Wow!" 

"Nope, we got it. Enough takes. Thanks." Dylan replies quickly. 

They then approach the Reds and Caboose who were standing guard. 

Dylan inspects the relay. "Yeah, this is it." 

"It's just like the others?" Tucker asks. 

"More or less...I understand what it does, but not how it does it. This and the other relay beacons obviously have been bouncing Zone and Church's signal around until it was picked up by Chorus. But these components, I can't even tell what this is.

"It's a Bop-It." 

Dylan stands and looks at Tucker confused. "A what?" 

"A Bop-It. Some dumb kids' toy. Caboose has one." 

"Uh, had one." Caboose clarifies. "Yup, he was my friend, but I bopped him against a rock and now he's sleeping...in tiny pieces." 

"Someone is building experimental technology out of kids' toys?" Dylan says in disbelief. 

"Can you still do your trace thing with your AI?" Tucker inquires. 

"Yeah. Same as before. It'll take some time but I should be able to retrace the signal back a step." 

"And in the meantime?" Simmons breathes. 

"We can take a look around for other clues." Tucker answers. 

"OR...this place is pretty spooky. I think it would make a GREAT location for a horror movie!" Jax states. "I got this one idea about a really fat zombie called Dead Weight..." 

Simmons bursts out laughing. "Grif, you are perf-" He turns and remembers that Grif is not with them. "..Oh. Right." 

Sarge is staring off into the distance. "Quiet. There's something out there." 

"Is it Church?" Caboose asks. 

"No. Something in the shadows...something...evil..." Sarge says ominously. 

"Don't scare Caboose, Sarge!" Tucker snaps. "Everybody! Church and Zone may have left some clues behind, so while we wait for Dylan's AI to trace the signal, we're gonna take a look around." 

"About that. I've been crunching some numbers and by my estimation, it's gonna take approximately seventeen days to search this entire urban area." Simmons points out. 

"So we split up and cover more ground." 

"Hey-ey! You already know your lines!" Jax turns to Sarge. "Now you say-" 

"DOOM! YOU'RE ALL DOOOOMED! This city...is haaauunteeed!" Sarge declares in spooky voice. 

"What?!" Caboose says scared. 

"Don't even listen to him, Caboose, he's just paranoid from not sleeping!" Tucker states. 

"Ungrateful!" Sarge snarls. 

Simmons leans to Dylan. "Sarge has been freaking out about you and Jax killing us in our sleep, so he's been staying up for days and days on watch! I think he's starting to lose it! What is this, Tucker? Day..." 

"It's Day 5!" Tucker says. 

"Sleep. Means. Death!" Sarge states. 

"Eh, weak premise." Jax shrugs. 

"Let's keep it together, guys! We split up, we look for clues, that's the plan!" Tucker announces. 

"Alright what if-what if we-what if we just stick together? Or, wait in the ship, isn't that way better?" Caboose asks fidgeting nervously. 

"Yeah...I think I'm with Caboose." Simmons agrees. "This place has bad juju." 

"What're you worried about, Simmons? The virgin always lives in horror movies!" Tucker points out. 

"Lavernius Tucker..." A voice says from the shadows. 

"Knock it off, morons! You're not scaring me." 

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

"Man, this sucks." Simmons mutters trudging through the forest. 

Donut walks through a flooded and overgrown underpass. "Yoo-hoo! Hello? Anybody there?" 

Sarge cautiously walks down a dark hallway, shotgun ready, grumbling to himself. Suddenly, something startles him.

"FREEZE!" He aims his gun at a large piece of glass showing his reflection. "Ah! Heh-heh...as you were, good-looking! Heh heh!" Sarge chuckles before leaving. But his reflection doesn't and stares at the screen. 

Simmons walks down another abandoned hallway.

"Simmons..." 

Simmons pulls out his pistol cautiously. "Hello...?" 

"Simmons..." 

"Who's there...?" 

"Simmons..." The voice says getting louder. 

"Who's there?!" Simmons cries. 

"Simmons...it's me!" Caboose says behind Simmons, making him jump back. 

"AH! Oh god, Caboose! You scared the crap out of me!" 

"SORRY! I TRIED TO WHISPER TO YOU BUT YOU DIDN'T TURN AROUND SO I HAVE TO TALK LIKE THIS ALSO NOW!" Caboose yells. 

"Okay, calm down, calm down Caboose! What are you doing here?" Simmons asks. 

"OH! Well, I know Tucker said we should split up, but I was thinking maybe we split up together, you know, because it's scary!" 

"Yeah...okay!" Simmons nods. He and Caboose then walk into a naturally-lit area, passing by an old noodle shop.

"What was this place?" Caboose asks. 

"It was a human settlement before the alien war. Horrible massacre. No survivors." Simmons explains, 

Caboose gasps. "That must have made so many ghosts!" 

"Well, scientifically speaking there's no such thing as ghosts." 

"Then what-then what happens to you when you die?" 

"Well, we just don't know. Probably nothing." Simmons sighs. "Grif would say it's just one of life's great mysteries." " 

Caboose cocks his head. "You talk about Grif a lot." 

"Wh-shut up, no I don't." Simmons protests. 

"What you said makes no sense! If people don't turn into ghosts when they die, how do they come back?" 

Simmons purses his lips. "Mmm...you don't." 

"Then maybe...no one cared about these people. So that's why they haven't come back." 

Simmons raises his eyebrow that statement. "I...don't think caring is part of it at all, Caboose." 

"Well, Simmons, here's what I've learned. We care about Church: he comes back, every time. That's how it works, then." 

"I don't know, Caboose. That's an interesting theory, but I wouldn't put too much weight on it. Most times when you die, you die!" Simmons starts to trail off. "It doesn't matter how much someone likes you, or how little, or how not at all, you know, even after being friends for years and years..." 

"You're thinking about Grif." 

"No! I'm thinking about how what you said is wrong! Scientifically speaking!" 

"Here's your science, Simmons: Dead friend + love = Church." Caboose says. 

"That's...math...I guess?" Simmons says trying to ascertain. 

"Alright, so wait...if you're not scared of ghosts, what are you so scared of?" 

"Nothing!..." Simmons looks down. "And snakes." 

"...Snakes?" 

"Let me break it down for you, Caboose. This is a big city. So many places for snakes to hide. They could be everywhere all around us. Watching us...licking their snake lips..." 

"...Snakes." 

"WHAT WHERE?!" Simmons cries. 

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

Tucker walks down another hallway with his DMR at the ready. Something runs by in the background. He notices and turns around.

"Huh? Who's there?" 

At the bottom of a ramp, there is a shadow, which disappears as Tucker walks by. He runs back to see where it was.

"Stop it!" Tucker snaps. He continues walking down the hallway and faintly hears running footsteps behind him. He waits until the last moment, and Tucker sidesteps and swings his arm back clotheslining Jax who falls to the ground unconscious. 

"Ugh." Tucker groans in annoyance before turning on his radio. "Tucker to Dylan! Over!" 

"Find anything?" Dylan asks. 

"Yeah...you're cameraman just tried to spook me." 

Dylan palms her visor. "...Is he still alive?" 

"Groovy..." Jax mumbles like Ash Williams. 

"Unfortunately, yes." Tucker replies. "How's everything on your end?" 

"My AI just finished up its search. We were successful in tracing the signal back a step. We have the next location. A desert planet called Armada 8." 

"Sounds like a crappy motel. Okay, I'm calling off the search. Let's all just meet up at the ship and get out of here!" Suddenly static is heard over the radio. 

"Ah, who are you?! Ah, you killed me!" Caboose shouts over the radio. 

"Caboose! What's going on?" Tucker asks worried. He immediately start to run with Jax following behind.

"Ahhhhhh. I am dead!" 

"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Tucker cries. He and Jax come to a clearing where we see someone standing on a ledge. Dylan runs up to them, then follows their gaze.

Standing above the bodies of Simmons, Sarge, and Caboose is the Fotus Soldier from Blood Gulch and Sidewinder.

"So you're Lavernius Tucker." The Soldier says grinning with ominous and overdone thunderclap in the background. 

"What did you do?!" Tucker says furiously. 

"Oh look, it's that guy." Jax murmurs. 

"I'm going to kill you, you son of a gun!

"Lavernius Tucker..." The Soldier repeats. 

"That's going to be the last freaking name you ever say!" Tucker draws his sword. "Now come get some!" 

The Fotus Soldier raises his hands calmly. "No violence. I am not here to fight." 

"You should've thought of that before you hurt my friends!" Tucker growls. 

"I did not touch them." The Soldier says. 

"Yeah right, you expect me to believe you just found them like this?!" 

"Yes, that is as it happened." The Soldier gestures to Sarge. "That one I found sleeping here." 

"...Get Lopez deported..." Sarge mumbles in his sleep. 

The Soldier then gestures to Simmons. "Then that one saw a small snake and fainted." Sure enough, there was a rat snake slithering next to Simmons. 

"Then, that one I believe is...playing dead?" The Soldier says looking at Caboose. 

"Is the bad man gone yet?" Caboose whispers to Tucker on the ground, not moving. 

The Fotus Soldier then looks back at Tucker and the reporters. "I did not come here to hurt anyone. I only came to serve." 

"Who do you...serve?" Tucker asks. 

"I serve Lavernius Tucker. Are you he?" The Soldier inquires. 

A thought pops in Tucker's mind. "Oh, did Chorus send you?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh-oh awesome!" Tucker laughs sheathing his sword. "I saved their planet, so they sent me a servant! This is the best! My own personal bodyguard manservant." 

"So you are Tucker?" The Fotus Soldier asks once more. 

"Heck, yes I am!" 

The Fotus Soldier jumps down and then hands Tucker a file. "You've been served." 

"What the heck?" Tucker says looking through the file at all the zeros and dollar signs. 

"Child support payments." The Fotus Soldier states. 

"Ah no dude, Junior's got a basketball scholarship. Who's the mom?" 

"It's a class action lawsuit..." 

"Crap!" Tucker cries. 

"...From a collection of new mothers of Chorus. They are demanding recompense for the new sons and daughters you sired before you fled." The Soldier explains. 

"The temple?..." Tucker's eyes widen. "Oh no! The Temple! Why did I do it!? It was so good. I didn't mean to. I meant to. I want to. I didn't mean to!" " 

"Intention is no matter. Only consequence has true form." The Soldier declares. 

"That is...not how I saw this going..." Dylan says stunned. 

"So that's it. He just gives him a paper and walks away?" Jax says disappointed. "No fight scene, no car chase, no gun battle, no jump kicks? Lame." 

"No! No...!" 

The Soldier bows. "Fare thee well, to thee all. You will nay see me again unless in service of the court. My name is Spencer Porkensenson, and I live to serve!" 

The Soldier then activates his jetpack and shoots out of the forest. 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tucker yells. 

Back on the ship, Jax plays some kind of 70's intro with Spencer Porkensenson. "So, constructive feedback. I'm thinking about pitching this to some networks when we get back." 

"How did you get him to sign a release form?" Dylan asks. 

"A-what now?" 

"Everybody strapped in and ready for lift-off?" Simmons says on the intercom. 

Behind Jax and Dylan, Tucker was lying on a large metal bench sighing in exasperation. "Who cares? We're wasting our freaking time. Grif was right. We're never gonna find anything on this stupid trip." The then ship takes off. 

Out of the shadows walks out a red soldier dressed like Sarge wielding a railgun. He turns his radio. "Surge to HQ. Surge to HQ." 

"HQ here. Status?" 

"Sensors pulled through. It's them alright. Tangos are Oscar Mike." 

"Copy." 

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

On top of a base in a boxed canyon, several soldiers dressed identical to the Reds and Blues stand tall. 

The soldier in cobalt equipped with a sniper rifle was talking to Surge. "Get back here on the double. I wouldn't want you missing out on the party. Temple out." 

Temple turns around. "Shadow!" Suddenly the figure that engaged Porkensenson decloaks in front him and the rest of the colored troopers. "Looks like your gonna get to see your friends again...Arizona." 

Shadow takes off his helmet to reveal Rex Wolford with his same silver, spiky hair but his eyes were red with black sclera. 

"I look forward to it...boss."