Alright guys. Enough is enough. It is time for an update.

Sorry guys. I really am.

With LOTS of love,

Jazz.

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Church walked along dirt caverns, rock caverns, gooey caverns (which earned a well deserved "Ew.") and kept walking along. He could've sworn he heard muttering and growling from somewhere behind him but he shrugged it off.

"Just echoes, Church. Nothing's down here." He reassured himself when he found the temptation to turn back. His brow was sticky from sweat clinging to the helmet padding. After all the time spent in Blood Gulch, he'd thought that the uncomfortable sensation would've been somewhat normal now, but the distress of his self-assigned mission made everything even more exaggerated than it already was.

He spotted a dark splotch on one of the walls.

Church approached it, recognizing a scuff of blue initially. He looked back at the majority of the dark spot. It was a deep crimson.

His chest fluttered.

His teammate was alive…Lost, but alive. Church felt the first pang of overwhelming joy he'd felt since he ran into Tex again. It was very short lived because the next thing he realized was that he had his back pinned against the cave's wall. A purple armored hand gripped his throat.

"Hahaha, you fool! Adventuring around these caves alone are we?-"

"C'mon O'Malley, just leave him alone. I thought we agreed to help him, not maim him."

Church stared in both horror and relief.

"I can't believe you! We finally have the chance to wreak vengeance upon our enemies and you want to help him?" O'Malley growled in disgust, but nothing else came from the AI. Doc released his grip.

"Any luck buddy?" Church looked up, rubbing his neck. "Huh?"

"Any sign of Caboose?" The medic elaborated. Church turned and indicated the sign that he suspected Caboose had collapsed, but had since then been on his way again. Church heard a gag from the pacifist.

"….I-Is he…?"

"Dead?" Doc nodded.

"I don't see a body, do you?" Doc flinched, but shook his head at the borderline snap from the cobalt Spartan.

Church sighed. "So are you and your little infection here to be a nuisance, or are you gonna help me out a little?"

A grumble came in reply.

"We're here to help." Doc replied, chipper as ever against O'Malley's rue.

"Good. So I won't have to kill you then." Church dead-panned, leaving both of the personalities speechless.

"I'm kidding. God." Nervous laughter came from Doc. "Let's get a move on."

Doc stayed close behind Church as the cobalt Spartan made his way through the caverns.

"How are you navigating through this place?" Doc asked nervously. He wasn't a fan of the dark, even if the night vision setting on hi visor let him see perfectly.

"Footprints." Church pointed lazily, not focused much on anything since he had found out Caboose was certainly alive.

"Oh…" Doc let them fall into silence once more.

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On the ground level of Blood Gulch, Donut and Tucker stared into the hole. MJC stayed back, seemingly frightened of the entire site. Donut tossed a rock into the gravesite, much to MJC's disliking. He stayed silent, but cringed as if in pain.

"Church!" Tucker called out. Not surprising, there was no answer. Donut turned to Tucker suddenly.

"Ya know, I'm surprised that we can be kneeling so close to an opening of a hollow underground and not-"

The ground gave way, plunging both into the darkness. MJC stared on in horror as the grunts and scrapes of armor on rock echoed from the darkness as his friends seemingly recomposed themselves. Tucker growled.

"Oh, you had to say something didn't you, Donut!"