RiffText/NukeNoid/2

RENDEZVOUZ IN HELL PLAZA: PART TWO

{cut to a dim office room. Two Germans are crouching behind an overturned couch, reloading their weapons uneasily.}

NARRATOR: When we las left the Armageddon Team, Mu was pinned down in Hell Plaza by the Germans with the rest of the soldiers on their way, ready to assist their teammate and rip through some terrorists.

NOXIGAR: Specifics sure are important, even though it would be keen for a majority of people to look back at the previous part.

{The Germans look over the couch and get head-shotted instantly.}

NARRATOR: And how.

{Nacho and Nuclear Noid walk up to the couch. They turn it back over and take some ammo.}

NUCLEAR NOID: You dirty little kill stealer, get your hands off that ammo.

NACHO: Son, I killed the men, I deserve the ammo.

NUCLEAR NOID: You just took them down while I was reloading! I got all the other ones in them!

NACHO: Kid, there are certain things you have to get used to in this business.

NUCLEAR NOID: Stop calling me kid, you're 2 years older than me.

NACHO: I calls em as I sees em.

NUCLEAR NOID: Hey, that's my catchphrase. Get your own.

NOXIGAR: Implying Nacho doesn't have his own catchphrase already.

NACHO: {rolls eyes} I'm getting too old for this.

{cut to a kitchen. Bodies are being piled up by Bluebry Bullets.

NOXIGAR: Bluebry Bullets! Part of this nutritious breakfast!

Dinomyte is robbing the fridge to support his alcohol addiction.}

DINOMYTE: I dunnah why we're here, but they got some fancy stuff!

BLUEBRY BULLETS: We definitely should have found Mu by now. Something's not right. And I don't like it.

{cut to some ventilation shafts. Greaser and Charging Chwoka are crawling through it, with Charging Chwoka ahead and Greaser behind.}

GREASER: Why are we up here? There aren't any Germans crawling in the vents!

CHARGING CHWOKA: It's all about stealth, rook.

GREASER: Stop calling me rookie, I've been with you for four and a half months!

CHARGING CHWOKA: I don't remember that.

GREASER: That's because that's your gimmick!

CHARGING CHWOKA: And your gimmick is to be the rookie, so shut up.

NOXIGAR: Nah, Greaser's gimmick is to be the vechicle of vengeance.

{cut back to the room where Nacho and Nuclear Noid were. Bluebry Bullets and Dinomyte walk up behind them.}

BLUEBRY BULLETS: Hey, Nacho, Noid, have you guys seen Mu?

NACHO: Not at all, but we've sure gone through a lot of these goons.

NUCLEAR NOID: Yeah, that's weird. There's been too many goons and not any hostages.

NOXIGAR: It's funny because goons aren't always holding hostages.

NACHO: Do you think they've been cloning?

BLUEBRY BULLETS: Don't have any intel on German cloning, but it's always a possibility. I heard they had some problems with the Russians.

NOXIGAR: Anyone remember World War 2? Or after when Germany was split into four pieces and Russia, then known as the Soviet Union, owned one of those pieces?

{Brooks Jaxxon and Danzal walk up behind Bluebry Bullets and Dinomyte.}

BROOKS JAXXON: Hey, guys. No sighting of Mu yet. Just lots of fodder.

NOXIGAR: Cannon fodder.

DINOMYTE: Hey, Dancer, aren't you one of those Jurgens, or, uhh, Ruggins?

DANZAL: My fatha and mothaz were both ze Ruzzian.

NULCEAR NOID: What's with the accent?

NOXIGAR: Heavy from Team Fortress 2.

DANZAL: You pickz it up while being a Zecret Zoviet, everybody haz one there.

BROOKS JAXXON: Well, that totally makes sense. Anyways, I think we should go up the stairs, maybe Mu was on one of the upper floors.

DINOMYTE: This kid's got the stuff!

BROOKS JAXXON: That's the stuff now?

NOXIGAR: Hostess!

Common sense?

DINOMYTE: Hey, we didn't all get militarical book learning like Mr. Jaxxit here!

BLUEBRY BULLETS: Great idea, Brooks. Let's go.

{cut to a dim room with faint red lighting. The subtitles "THIRTY-NINE FLOORS AND SEVERAL GERMANS LATER..." come up and disappear. The Team walks into the frame, looking a little more battered than before.}

BROOKS JAXXON: Agh...all those dead bodies...that was brutal.

BLUEBRY BULLETS: Just the way I like it. {cocks gun}

NACHO: Well, we're at the top, and no Mu. Gentleman,

NOXIGAR: GENTLEMEN

we let them win.

OMINOUS GERMAN VOICE: Oh, it's not over yet...

{The camera pans over to the other side of the room. There is a large window with a lartge shadow in front of it. A white man with a black beard, black hair, and a suit steps forward.}

HEINRICH: Not by a long shot.

NOXIGAR: My shots are so lartge that they're long.

{The screen fades to black. The words "TO BE CONTINUED" come up on it.}