"You're supposed to be dead." The sentence echoes in my mind. Dead? How can I be dead if I'm standing right here, alive? And how does this man know I should be dead? That could mean a few things. One, he could know me, or he might've worked with me. On the other hand….what if he's the person who tried to kill me in the first place?

Suddenly, my left arm jerks forward and the shotgun is ripped from my hands. Damn, one of the soldiers behind me just shot me! Whipping my head around, I see the Maroon soldier backing up, his rifle raised. That's got to be the asshole that shot me. I burst into a sprint, aiming straight for the Maroon clad soldier.

He lets off a round, which comes out as a three round burst. I roll forward, and narrowly miss the oncoming bullets. I spring up, bringing my fist up, under the soldiers chin. His head snaps back, and I tear the rifle from his hands. Using the butt, I knock him right between the eyes. Before he hits the ground, I'm sprinting for the orange one.

Another three round burst flies at me, but it misses about two feet to my left. Another burst, and another miss. I slam into him with my right shoulder, causing him to topple over. I point my rifle to his head, but before I can pull the trigger, something lands on my back.

"Only I get to kill Grif!" Oh great, the red soldier jumped on my back. His arms are wrapped around my neck, and he's trying to choke me. Reaching back, I grab his shoulder transition my weight forward. The combination of me pulling him, and his own weight being thrown forward is enough to get him off my back. He vaults forward, and lands on the ground. His hits the orange soldier straight in the crotch.

"OWWW!" The orange one moans, holding his balls. I hear someone running up from behind me, and I turn around. The Teal soldier is sprinting at me, with some kind of glowing energy sword. He slows about five yards away from me, and we circle each other.

I'm trying to figure out a way to disarm him, before he can stab me with that thing. I can guess he isn't too keen on attacking me after what I did to his friends. Wait…the soldiers I just took out are wearing reddish armor, and he's wearing bluish armor, so they must not be on the same team. But wait, where's the teal guys friend?!

A fist to the back of my head quickly answers my question. My vision blurs, and my legs give out from under me. I can hear my own thud, as I hit the ground. The teal soldier was only a distraction, while the steel one came up from behind. These two are defiantly more skilled than the others. Blinking my eyes, the blurriness starts to dissipate. I can hear muffled voices, so they must not know I'm not knocked out.

I slowly move my head, and I can see a pair of teal legs only inches from my face. My hand snaps out, closing around one of the teal guys' legs. I pull, causing him to fall to the ground. I spring up, and face the steel armored man.

I rush forward, aiming a left hook for the man's head. I swing my fist, but I don't hit anything. The man parries left, and brings an elbow down on my back. Stumbling forward, I turn back around. This time he rushes me. He throws a series of quick jabs, which I successfully block. He throws a right hook, but I move my right arm to intercept it. I catch his arm, causing a gap for me to attack. Bringing my knee up, I thrust it into his gut. He lurches forward, and I hit him with an uppercut. His head flies back, and his body follows.

"SWISH!" I duck, and a blue blur flies over my head. Turning around, I see the teal soldier had gotten back up.

"SWISH!" He yells, and swings again. I step back and the sword cuts short. I immediately lunge forward, driving my fist into the soldiers' chest. He stumbles back, and drops the sword. Crouching, I sweep my leg out, catching the teal soldiers' already stumbling legs. He falls back, unable to keep his balance.

"Agent Washingtub! Agent Washigntub!" I hear the yell coming from the same direction both blue soldiers came from. I see another soldier running at me. Well, running doesn't really describe it. It's more like an uncoordinated jog. He's weaving back and forth, and he keeps yelling 'Agent Washingtub' over and over.

That name… it sounds familiar. It's like I know it, but it's not right. I recognize the name…Washingtub…Washingtub….

"You're not Agent Washingtub?" the voice pulls me from my thoughts. "I'm looking for Agent Washingtub, do you know where he is? I bet he misses me! I have to tell him something important!"

"W-who are you?" I ask, slightly confused. He isn't scared, or terrified. He's either extremely brave, or really really stupid.

"Well I'm Me of course! Who else would I be? Well, I could be O'Malley, but I'm not angry. Or am I?"

He continues to ramble on, about cookies and orange juice. And….alien babies? Jeez, this guy is nuts.

"Hey, HEY!" I yell, I capture his attention. His helmet looks at me, which I notice is very old tech. All the other soldiers are wearing newer models, but he's wearing an older version. Weird. "Where am I?" I ask him, not really expecting a legitimate answer.

"You're with me!" See? I knew this was gonna happen.

"No, where are we? As in a location." I ask again.

"Were standing…right here." He replies.

"No! What is our location? Coordinates, a map, anything!" I practically scream. Damn this guy is getting on my nerves!

"Agent Washingtub!" He says gleefully. Wait, if Washingtub is one of the soldiers I took out….shit. I feel something connect with the back of my neck, and I'm out cold before I even hit the ground.