Nearby Red Base, South is crouching, sneaks out then sneaks back inside.

South: Okay, here's the plan. We run straight for Blue Base. Keep your heads up, and stay in formation. Lopez, you take the lead.

Lopez: [Why do I have to be in front?]

Simmons: Exactly. We'll follow you, Lopez.

Donut: I'll handle your rears!

South: Okay! Change of plans. I'll be last. Simmons, you go out in front.

Simmons: What?! Why me?

The four exit from the base.

South: Because I fucking said so! Lopez, you get behind me.

Lopez: [Right.]

Simmons: Donut, you be in the middle.

Donut: It'll be a Donut Sandwich! Mm-mm!

Simmons: Dammit, Donut! You can ruin anything!

They head a different direction and cut through the river, pausing once they reach the other side.

Simmons: Do you see anything?

Lopez: [If I saw something, I would be shooting, dumbass.]

South: Just keep your eyes open.

The four head towards the tree-filled region.

Lopez: [Why do you guys always ask me questions if you never understand the answers? South may not understand me, but at least she doesn't pretend to.]

Simmons: Geez, quiet, Lopez! God, we've been over this!

Lopez: [Goddamn it.]

South: Both of you! Shut the fuck up!

Donut: Simmons! I'm scared!

Simmons: It's okay. We're all scared, Donut.

Lopez: [I'm not scared. I made back-ups of myself this morning.]

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Back at the temple, Caboose, Tucker, and Slade take off after Epsilon while Sarge, Grif, and Kan watch them run off.

Caboose: Church, wait.

Sarge: I knew it. This was a trap!

Grif: What's a trap?

Kan: (sighs) This should be interesting....

Sarge: Don't you see, Grif? The Blues now have an advantage over us!

Grif: What, you mean they have a decent leader?

Sarge: No! I mean, they have three people! They've got almost their whole squad together to take us all down!

Grif: You honestly believe that the Blues orchestrated all of this just to get their entire team back together?

Sarge: Of course. They've been leading us along this entire time! It was all a diabolical scheme to get the drop on us! We just didn't see it until now, because it was so cunningly crafted.

Grif: We're talking about the same Blues here, right? There's not some, other group of Blues that I haven't heard of?

Sarge: Of course not!

Grif: Yeah. Then no, you're wrong. The new dude, he's a floating ball. I don't think he even counts as a person.

Kan: That's insulting to every being that isn't human and can talk.

Sarge: Exactly. He's a wildcard. We don't even know what he's capable of!

Grif: He's a ball! He's capable of rolling. And maybe bouncing—

An explosion is heard, making the ground rumble.

Sarge: Peter, Paul, and Ringo! What the heck was that?!

Grif: That did not sound good.

Kan: I have bad feeling about this....

Slade, Tucker, and Caboose run back into the room.

Tucker: Did you guys hear that?

Grif: Heard what? Of course we heard that, idiot!

Slade: Zip it, fatarse!

Tucker: Oh great, I think they broke down the door.

Epsilon floats into the room.

Epsilon: What?! Who would do that thing you said to the other thing?

Grif: What's wrong with him?

Tucker: He disabled his memory or something dumb while trying to unlock this massive laser eye he's got. I don't know.

Grif: Laser?

Sarge: (grumbles) See?

Slade: Shut up, Sarge.

Epsilon: Who has a laser?

Caboose: You do!

Epsilon: I do?

Tucker: (irritated) Yes.

Epsilon: That's awesome, man, I feel... great about whatever it is that we're talking about.

Tucker: Caboose, shouldn't you be killing him or something?

Caboose runs to Epsilon and whacks him with his gun.

Epsilon: Ow! Hey, cut it out!

Caboose: Tucker did it.

Epsilon: No he didn't, jackass, you did.

Tucker: So you remember that.

Epsilon: Why wouldn't I remember that?

Tucker: You don't remember why you wouldn't remember? Then I guess you're fixed, fuck it.

Epsilon: You guys never make any goddamn sense.

Tucker: Yeah. That's our problem.

Slade: Like I said before: welcome to my world.

Headcase: (from outside) Over here! Split up. You two, guard the entrance. Don't let them out. I know you're in there California! I'm gonna destroy you!

Slade: There's only one thing getting destroyed here today! And that's you, Headcase! And this place! And also your boss! And probably your entire squad! So a lot of things are getting destroyed here, actually, and all of them are yours, ya fucking bastard!

Sarge: Uh, I think we have more pressing issues at the moment, fellas.

Tucker: He's right.

Grif: I thought you said they couldn't bust through the door!

Tucker: When did you guys start listening to me?

Sarge: Everybody grab some cover!

They charge into another room. An Elite walks into the room they had left, looking around. He moves forward and another alien arrives from behind. Grif and Slade peer around the corners for a moment before retreating.

Grif: Shit, there's two of them.

Sarge: Grif. Don't panic. You've been trained for this.

Grif: This? I've been trained for this? Being stuck in an ancient temple, surrounded by mystic technology, while being hunted by aliens from another planet? This is what I've been trained for?!

Sarge: Okay, well maybe not this specifically, but elements of this! Which when combined and liberally interpreted, bear a close resemblance of this.

Grif: Not even close!

Sarge: Ahh, just shut up and fight. Today is a good day for you to die! Yaaah!

The two Reds charge into the hallway and begin firing their guns. One alien is shot down immediately as the other tosses a grenade. The Reds back away.

Sarge: Whoa.

Grif: Look out!

Slade: Way to go, idiots. Now he probably went to get back up!

Grif: You could've helped, ya know!

Slade: I WAS actually going to rush in and mow them both down, but you got in my fucking way before I could!

Tucker swaps his gun for his sword, peering out and crouching.

Tucker: I just need them to get a little closer. (begins creeping out)

Caboose: Hey... Church? Are you doing that...?

Epsilon: Doing what?

A box is floating and rotating beside Epsilon, getting his attention.

Epsilon: Oh, cool! Am I?

The box begins spinning the other direction, then switches back to the other again.

Epsilon: Oh look, I am! It's awesome!

Tucker: (stands up and looks back at them) What the fuck? When did you get telekinesis?

Caboose: You have teleportesis?! Can you hear what I am thinking right now?

Epsilon: What? No!

Tucker: My guess would be, nothing.

Caboose: Oh my God, Tucker has it too!

Epsilon: Look at this! This is so kickass! I wonder what other powers I have. (the box drops) Man, I could be, the most powerful being in the entire universe. (begins to float off again) I'm like a superhero!

Slade: 'The fuck are you going?

Epsilon: Oops, uh, yeah, I seem to have lost control of my body again.

Tucker: Yeah, some superhero. You fucking dick.

Slade: Less insults, more killing bad guys!