A/N- Hello and welcome to my new Red vs. Blue story, first of all….

Disclaimer: I do not now (or will probably ever) own Red vs. Blue. It belongs to the guys at Rooster Teeth.

This story isn't really set after a certain episode. I hope you like my it, please read and review. Constructive criticism is always helpful and so it is welcomed but please no flames.

Enjoy

Red vs. Blue: What Are We Going to Do Now?

Chapter One: Why are all the Bullets Gone?

It was mid afternoon at Blood Gulch and the two teams had just realized something very distressing. A shoat was heard from both bases.

"What happened to all the bullets?!"

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At the Red base Simmons and Grif were arguing.

"How should I know?" Grif asked.

"But you just said—"

"I just said we didn't have any bullets, I didn't say it was my fault."

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"What isn't Grif's fault?" Sarge walked over to the two soldiers, Donut behind him.

"Grif says were out of bullets, sir."

"How on earth can we be out of bullets?"

"I couldn't tell you sir….Grif?" Everyone looked at Grif.

"I didn't do anything!" Grif said backing away from the three soldiers. "Donut was the one who was supposed to order more!"

The glares were redirected to Donut.

"Uh, well it's a long story…."

Sarge sighed deeply. "Donut….why didn't you order more bullets?"'

"Well you see sir….there was a sale on bullets and that Vic guy said he'd give us a deal if we would take an older shipment and…. they never showed up."

"Why am I not surprised?" Simmons commented. Thinking about all the times Red Command had failed to do anything even remotely helpful.

"Well this sucks." Grif moaned. "How are we going to fight the Blues without bullets?"

"Simple, Scumbag. We're going to send you and Donut over to try to steal some of the Blues ammo." Sarge replied, pleased to have found another excuse to put Grif in danger.

"Brilliant plan sir!" Simmons piped in, to fulfill his daily quota of brown nosing.

"What? That's a horrible plan. We can't defend ourselves if we don't have any bullets. We don't even have any grenades because someone used the last of them for some weird version of baseball….Donut."

"Oh come on Grif you can't say you didn't like grenade baseball! It was a bomb! Get it a bomb!"

"Yes, yes very funny Donut. Now you two maggots get going." Sarge ordered.

"Fine." Sighed Grif, as there really wasn't anything else to do. He and Donut walked off to the other side of the canyon really hoping that the Blues wouldn't spot them and shoot them.

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At the Blue base Church was yelling.

"I said, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE BULLETS!"

"Calm down Church." Tex said walking into the base with the rest of the Blue team. "What's the problem?"
"WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?" Church took a deep breath. "The problem is that we suddenly don't seem to have any bullets, ammo or any thing to use in a weapon at all!!"

"What's the big deal about that?" Tucker asked. "It's not like we use them much anyway."

Tex hit him on the head. "Idiot, the Reds will cream us if we don't have weapons!" She turned back to Church. "Do you have any idea where they are?"

"No idea. What about you guys?"

"No."

"No clue what-so-ever." Tucker drawled out.

"What about you Caboose?"

Caboose, who had been oddly silent for the last bit spoke up, happy everyone was paying attention to him.

"What about me?"

"Do you know where the bullets are?" Church said slowly, rolling his eyes.

"Hmmm…bullets…were they in a box?"

"Yes they were in a blue box!"

"Like that's a surprise." Tucker muttered.

"Oh, I saw the blue box!"

"Where is the box Caboose?"

"It was in the back of the base….."

"Yes…and!"

"And then I took the box and traded it with the Blue guy for another mystery box!" Caboose finished happily.

"Oh-my-God! What is wrong with this team?" Church moaned.

"Did the box have anything good in it Caboose?" Tucker asked hoping for more mayonnaise/ sunscreen.

"Yes! It had a toy boat, now we can play with it, in the water. We can be pirates!"

"Caboose, there isn't water around here for….actually I don't think there's water anywhere on this planet. Isn't that weird-- "

"The point is." Church interrupted Tuckers rambling. "That we don't have any weapons at all. So we're sitting ducks for the Reds if they decide to attack."

"Oh, I like ducks!"

"Shut up Caboose. I'm trying to think."

"You got it!"

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After 10 minutes of doing nothing the Blue team was searching the base for any spare bullets. Well Church was anyway. Tucker was doing the least amount of work as possible all the while complaining. Caboose had found a shiny quarter and was still sitting on the floor staring at it and Tex had given herself the job of keeping watch on the base.

"It just figures Shelia's away for repairs." Tucker said as he checked under the cushions of their battered sofa.

"Yah the one time we can actually get someone else to fix her. We need her back here. I hate this army." Church was searching under the TV with its bullet holes surrounding it. They were from when Tex had threatened to shoot the TV if they didn't do something productive. Church chuckled thinking about this, sometimes Tex acted like more like the leader then he did. Not that he cared, it ment less work for him.

"Found something!" Tucker piped up. "Oh wait never mind it's just the remote."

"Well I found something." Tex walked into the room marching Grif and Donut into the room with her gun pointed at her two prisoners.

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Well that was chapter one, oh I do love cliff hangers. Don't worry I actually have a plot in mind.

Thanks for reading I hope you liked it. Please Review!