Ruby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!



Not anymore. A loud scream was enough to wake him up. He shot up from his bed with his arms posed for a close-quarters combat.



Sarge: Who goes there?! Show yourself in the name of the Red Army! Huh, must be nothing.

Ruby: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sarge: Or not. Sweet jibblets, that sounds like Rose!



Sarge then jumps out of hid bed and rushes towards his personnal locker. He quickly opens it and grabs both his helmet and trusty shotgun. Now armed and ready, instead of opening the door like a normal person, he kicks it down before running through the hallway heading towards the source. Until he runs onto an obstacle that is Donut. Both men fell onto the ground.



Donut: Ow, my spline!

Sarge: Donut? What are you doing here?



Both of them got up.



Donut: I was asking the exact same thing. Ow! What's happened? Who'd be screaming so close to midnight?

Sarge: That's the sound of Rose in peril and it came from the locker room! There must be a Blue intruder in here who seeks to sabotage our plans

and

possibly holding Rose hostage!

Donut: Yikes! We better wake up the rest!

Sarge: That will take too much time, we need to move NOW!!!



At the locker room



Ruby: She's gone. She's gone.



We see Ruby with her knees on the floor. Tears flowing down from her large silver eyes like waterfalls as she continues muttering 'She's gone' again and again like a mantra. At the same time, Sarge and Donut arrived at the scene.



Sarge: Freeze dirtbag and let go of my private! No wait, it's just Rose sitting there. She's fine.

Donut: Oh crap. Rose, are you okay?

Ruby: WAAAAAAAH!!!



Ruby launches herself onto Donut, hugging him tightly around and burrowing her face onto his pink striped pajama shirt soaking it with her seemingly neverending tears.



Ruby: It's horrible! She's gone, she's GONE!!!

Donut: Gone? Who's gone?

Ruby: Crescent Rose.

Sarge: Rose, compose yourself and explain us clearly! What do you mean gone?

Ruby: *sniff* My rifle... my baby... SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HER!!!



Ruby points at the inside of her locker. Inside was supposed to store Crescent Rose, Ruby's sniper rifle. But there is no sight of it anywhere and all that's left is a sticky note with writing saying, 'NO TOUCHY -Love, Ruby'.



Donut: Oh, her rifle's gone. That's no big de-GAAAH!!!



Ruby suddenly violently shakes Donut by the collar.



Ruby: No big deal? NO BIG DEAL?!?! CRESCENT ROSE IS AN EXTENSION OF MYSELF! SHE'S A PART OF ME... me.... WAAAHAAAAAA!!!



Continues crying on his shirt. Feeling both pity and confused, Donut pats Ruby's back and tries to comfort her.





discreetly!

Grif: It's locked up tight like ancient Fort Knox! There's no way we can pick it with a pin.

Simmons: Whatever! Fuck, we can't let the others know.

Grif: Or worse, Sarge. We gotta hide it.

Simmons: And where Do we hide it, genius?

Grif: How the fuck should I know? Bury it maybe?

Simmons: Wait, I have an idea! Donut said Sarge suspects its the Blue's work, right?

Grif: Ooooh, I know what you're thinking. Hehehehe. Let's put it in Caboose's room.

Ruby awakens from the rumbling beneath her heart that is her stomach. She sits up and get out off bed before heading toward the door and into the slightly lit hallway. Despite having two bowls of ramen back at dinner, her stomach still cries out for more sustanance. In order to calm it down, she decides to get a midnight snack and then return to bed.Ruby: Now where's the food dispenser? Aha!She sees the dispensing machine on the corridor's walls up ahead. Still on tonight's menu, there's turkey dinner, chef's special, ramen etc. Though what caught her eye the most on the menu is good old sweet cookies. The military version, although she wouldn't mind so long it's enough. She presses the menu and machine dispenses her order. She grabs the plastic covering and start to open it, until her eyes caught a glimpse of the locker room's lights.Ruby: That's funny, I thought Lopez turned off the light.Ruby heads to the locker room to investigate. When she enters, there doesn't seem to be anyone inside. Its empty. Before she was about to leave, she noticed one of the lockers are open and on it is engraved with the name, her name. 'ROSE'. Then she starts to become worried. She rushes to her locker and looks inside. Her face turns to pure horror.Sarge: Of course, Douglas MacArthur. Have some more tea. No Sun Tzu, it's not Chinese, it's English!Here we see Sarge, sleeping peacefully with a Patton doll wrapped in his hands. From what he's muttering, we can tell his dreaming himself having tea with the greatest generals in Earth's history. Must be peaceful in that head of his.he'sDonut: There, there. Everything's going to fine! Uhm, Sarge?Sarge takes a closer look at the locker. He noticed something locker's door. Above the handle is a hole where the lock should be. It looks as though somebody torched it.Sarge: Suffering catfish! Someone did stole her rifle! WHO DARES SIGN THEIR OWN DEATH WARRANT!!! Nobody steals the private property of my favourite markswoman!Donut: Doesn't make sense, who would want to steal a single wea... uh, I mean... Crescent Rose.Sarge: It's obviously the Blues! They must've realized how powerful Crescent Rose was in combat and they decided to steal it for their own diabolical schemes! Possibly mass-produce it.Donut: You mean like, tearing it apart from the inside and...Ruby: That's not helping!!!Donut: Sorry, sorry! So what do we do?Sarge: Simple, we'll steal it back by force! Call Lopez, Simmons and Grif.Simmons: Holy shit!!! Another clean shot!Simmons was more disbelieved to witness the accuracy of the shot. Grif silently laughs by Simmon's reaction as he aim for another shot with Crescent Rose.Grif: So what do we have next?Simmons: Hmm, let's see.Through the binoculars. he could see the damage Grif cause with the rifle, from the destruction of the tank's control panels to the Blue base's floodlights. To test the trajectory, he'll need to find something much further. Moving away from the base to another shooting area, he spots is bush much further and on that bush is a small red fruit on it.Simmons: See that small fruit on that bush to the left?Grif: Yeah?Simmons: Shoot it.Grif: With pleasure.Grif steadily aims at the fruit. Despite Crescent Rose's large size, it is surprisingly light so it wasn't a problem to hold it by hand. Once the crosshair's aimed at the fruit, he pulls the trigger.The explosive sound echoed through the cold night air. In a second, through Simmon's binoculars, the fruit exploded into a gooey mash, leaving nothing but bits and such.Simmons: Alright, I think that's done it!Grif: Man, why didn't Command make this kind of weapon in the first place? It's awesome!Simmons: I totally agree. It's powerful, accurate and more lighter than the standard sniper rifles. Just imagine if we mass-produce this kind of weapon and equip the army with it, it'll be a turning point to the war.Grif: And we can finally end it early! If only Rose isn't so clinged to it all the time.Simmons: Oh I'm sure she'll understand how beneficial it would be. It'll only take a few tear outs to figure out its functionality.Donut through radio: This is Pvt. Franklin Delano Donut, do you read me over?Donut's voice came through both of their helmets' radios. Simmons responsed first.Simmons: Read you loud and clear, Donut. What are you doing up so late at-Donut through radio: Where are you guys? You weren't in your rooms!Simmons: Yeah sorry about that, we were doing a late night spying on the Blues. What's wrong?Donut through radio: We... kinda have a bit of emergency. You know Crescent Rose, Ruby's weapon? Someone stole it.Simmons and Grif looked at one another with worried looks behind their visorsSimmons: Uhm... stolen? How?Donut through radio: Well an intruder entered the base just and we found a hole burned through Ruby's locker, possbily made by a hand-held blow torch. Sarge suspects its the Blues and since your both outside, have you seen anyone out there holding it?Simmons: Uh.. negative we haven't seen anyone out here nor anybody leaving the Blue base.Donut through radio: I see. Well then if you see them, do whatever it takes to stop 'em. Pvt. Franklin Delano Donut out!Grif: We are so dead.Simmons: We? You're the one who decided on the 'dirty work'! We should've opened that locker