GI Joe the Movie:
The Last Blitz of Cobra
Bubblegum Crisis is property of AIC/Youmex
Toshimichi Suzuki and Kenichi Sonoda created Bubblegum Crisis
GI Joe is Property of Hasbro and Marvel/Sunbow entertainment all rights reserved.
Gundam and all related names are property of Bandai and Sunrise
Mobile Police Patlabor was created by Headgear (a group of writers and artists who created Patlabor)
GI Joe the Movie originally written by Ron Friedman
Mobile Suit Gundam was created by Yoshiyuki Tomino
*For details on the HS-06RD4 please to refer to "A War for Two" on by SulliMike23
*For further details on Zeta, please refer to "Deal with the Devil" on by Pchadi0
Note to all: I have no interest in hearing any complaints about eliminating Cobra-La in this rewrite of GI Joe the Movie. I thought Cobra-La was a highly farfetched idea to explain to Cobra Commander's background. Also, the whole movie actually showed some exceptional promise to be targeted to a more mature audience. But all that was shot to hell when introducing Cobra-La, Big Lob and turning Cobra Commander into a snake. The character Big Lob does not exist in this, since in my opinion he brought nothing with the exception of speaking in annoying sport clichés. Thank God, I have Mobile Suit Gundam (ranging from 0079 to 0083 Stardust Memory) and the Bubblegum Crisis to meld into this fic.
Actually ever since GI Joe: Rise of Cobra and obtaining the Blu-Ray copy of this movie with an audio commentary by Buzz Dixon I have developed a new appreciation for this movie and I'm not as critical of it due to the insights of Mr. Dixon, but I still did not like Big Lob.
Chapter I Meetings and Preventive Measures
A peaceful night fell upon on Cobra Island. The moon is reflected in red on the surface of a swamp. A dragonfly lands on the reflection as a bee hovered above. Suddenly, a catfish leaped out of the water and swallows the bee, only to land in the mouth of a waiting alligator. Through the alligator's eye, it caught a glimpse of a Cobra patrol drive by. Motor Vipers in their STUNs and Stinger Jeeps patrolled through the swamps and open country of the island while Zakus, Goufs and Doms armed with machine guns and bazookas marched through the jungle on a patrol pattern.
Launching from the Terror Drome, a swarm of Trubble Bubbles, Firebats, HS-07H8 Gouf Flight Types and HS-09R Rick Doms, swept around the Terror Drome before conducting their own nightly patrols.
"This is shit!" complained a Viper as he sat on large rock on the beach, throwing stones into the water, "sitting here, and waiting for those Eels in the Acquy suits to report in."
"Quit griping, easy duty, easy money. Besides I rather do this than be a member of the Leaky Suit Brigade or cleaning latrines."
"Hell, if you were a Toxo-Viper you would be on permanent latrine duty"
The banter of the Vipers was cut short as a woman walked onto the beach from the water. Standing about 5'10" with cropped blond hair, wearing a very skimpy wetsuit with a waterproof and sealed pack on her back. The Viper noticed this woman had a body that would put the women in Maxim, FHM, Playboy, and the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition to shame and men would kill for.
"Baby, where have you been all my life?"
With a coy smile and small girlish laugh, she brought her hand to one of the Vipers. Suddenly her nails extended, stabbing the Viper through his heart and left lung. "THE FUCK! YOU BITCH!" Exclaimed the Viper, taking the safety off his AN-94, and switching it to full auto.
With almost inhuman speed, the woman punched the 2nd Viper in the head. The impact shattered his helmet, drove his nose into his brain and broke his neck. Standing over the dead Viper, she reached for the Viper's AN-94 and any extra ammo magazines he had on him.
She made her way into the jungle. Removing her pack she took off her wetsuit, replacing it with a black tank top, black cargo pants, boots and finally a pair of black wrap around sunglasses.
Inside the Terror Drome, behind two massive doors with a half of Cobra's emblem etched into the doors with 4 Crimson Guards standing sentinel led into Serpentor's War Room. "I'm most displeased with the recent turn of events. Our defeat at Washington DC, the destruction of the test bed HS-06RD4*, the botched recovery of the heli-carrier, allowing that and the hulk of the USS Flagg to be salvaged by the United States; the destruction of the Mobile Armor Apsalus and the failure to capture the prototype Zeta Mobile Suit*. There have been too many failures. None of you wouldn't even be hired as irregulars in this political climate, the worst kind of wetworks maybe but that's doubtful." Serpentor berated his senior staff consisting of Cobra Commander, his ever present and loyal aide Caroline, Destro, Berg Katse, Baroness, Major Bludd, Scrap Iron, Nanai Miguel; Cobra's Chief of Tactical Combat Operations, Lt. Colonel Kycilia Zabi; head of hardsuit, Mobile Suit and Mobile Armor development, and Zartan along with his siblings.
"BULLSHIT!" Exclaimed Cobra Commander. Murmurs and gasps of surprise rose that the Commander would say that to Serpentor.
"What did you say?!"
"The point Serpentor is that the destruction of the Apsalus was beyond my control, we were able to use whatever test data we had from the HS-06RD4, and were able to use the data in the mass production of the Rick Dom."
"If I may interject," Kycilia spoke up, "From information ascertained from Scrap Iron. We are ready to unveil our own Mobile Suits along with a new hardsuit design."
"But everything else happened on your watch!" The commander said with an accusing finger to Serpentor, "I knew from the get-go our assault on the United States was ill conceived and STUPID!When the Joes rallied other military units, along with deploying the Knight Sabers, Gundams, Guncannons and GMs, the party was over!"
Serpentor's ego would never allow such remarks to make; it has always been a constant battle between him and Cobra Commander. There were times he had to grudgingly agree with Cobra Commander, where the Commander had more expertise, especially where deployment of hardsuit units were concerned, but his genetically engineered ego would still take credit for the overall victory, which was meant to annoy the Commander greatly. But he also took delight as he watched the senior staff gang up on him for some of his failings.
Outside the Terror Drome, the intruder approached the perimeter fence; she kept a watchful eye for any sentries. With her finger, she tested the fence, discovering a spark. Extending her nails, she sliced through the fence, ignoring the high voltage currents racing through her body.
Walking his assigned patrol route, a Viper stopped, then drew his weapon as he approached the intruder. Quickly in a mechanical fashion, she drew her AK and fatally shot the Viper, then resumed her mission.
Melting into the shadows of the Terror Drome, the intruder hid from the Trubble Bubble, Rick Dom and Gouf Flight Type patrols flying overhead. From a watchtower, a Viper looked over the side for a moment thinking there was something below. Quietly, the intruder climbed up into the watchtower, before the Viper could turn around, he was stabbed in the back. His screams of pain rang through the com line being monitored by Tele Vipers. "Intruder alert, sector 45a. Trubble Bubbles Alpha 3 and 5; Gouf FT Beta 5 and 2 check it out. All Security personnel stay alert."
With searchlights washing over her, the Trubble Bubbles and Goufs opened fire. As bullets rain down around the intruder, she ran for a closing blast door. Grabbing the bottom of the door, she began to lift against the closing mechanism, until the door gave way. "Command, you might want to dispatch some Zakus, Goufs and Doms. Whatever we've got, it ain't human!"
"Sound the alarm! Mobilize all available Zakus, Goufs and Doms." The Security Director ordered. Klaxons and flashers sounded the alarm, with Vipers and Crimson Guards dropped everything, rushing for the armory and/or the hardsuit bay.
Alley Vipers working with Cobra hardsuit units actively searched for the intruder with orders to capture if possible shoot on site if necessary. A clearing team of two Alley Vipers and a Zaku I headed down a corridor, until they found the intruder with dead Vipers and Siegies littered around her feet along with destroyed hardsuits, blood covered the walls. The intruder wasn't even breathing hard, no injuries except a tear here and there on her clothes. "I don't fucking believe this bitch!"
Before the two Alley Vipers could ready their weapons, the intruder quickly grabbed the Heat Hawks of two fallen Zakus and threw them with deadly accuracy. The Heat Hawks slammed into the Alley Vipers' heads.
Grabbing a bazooka, the intruder shot the Zaku's head off.
"The intruder's heading for Serpentor's War Room! Seal all sectors!"
As doors of every conceivable design began closing, the intruder somehow managed to slip through every one of them at the last possible moment. Reaching a final set of blast doors, the doors began to close on her. Serpentor and the Command staff watched with shock as the intruder brace herself between the closing doors. None of them could believe any human could be so strong.
The intruder approached Serpentor's throne. Arming himself with a serpent styled sword, willing to deal with this intruder himself. "If you value your life, you will identify yourself!"
"Further violence is unnecessary, Serpentor. I've come on behalf of my employer with an offer, an opportunity that is in your best interest not to turn down."
"Why should we trust or let you walk out of here alive, after killing so many of our troops!" the Commander demanded as he approached the intruder.
One swift motion, she grabbed Cobra Commander by the throat with a vise like grip. "I was instructed to speak to Serpentor only. Rabble like you should learn their place." She seethed, tightening the grip around the Commander's throat.
"Rabble!?" The Commander squeaked.
Drawing her Glock 22 9mm handgun, Caroline rushed her Commander's aid. "Drop him, or I drop you!" She threatened in an icy voice, cocking the hammer to prove she meant business. Not impressed the intruder gave her a backhanded punch, even it was her lightest punch, and it still knocked Caroline to the floor two feet away.
"Caroline!" the Commander gasped, before being tossed next to his aide.
"What do you propose?"
"My employer's instructions are for you to send a delegation to Switzerland for a summit meeting. You will receive further instructions."
A collective sigh of relief was breathed as the intruder left without further incident, followed by various noises from Medical and Damage Control personnel working about. "Major Bludd, I want all casualty and damage figures as soon as possible."
"Yes Serpentor."
"Cobra Commander, you and Caroline are going to Switzerland."
Cobra Commander only nodded as he helped up his aide. His voice was strained from his strangulation.
"Caroline, I want your opinion about this summit," The Commander requested as he sat down on the couch, while Caroline walked over to the bar in his quarters.
At the bar, Caroline fixed herself a martini, while pulling out a bottle of Napoleon Brandy. "Without any further information, I can't render an opinion on the matter."
After she handed the Commander his brandy, Caroline placed her glass down, then stripped off her Guardsman's tunic revealing a white undershirt. Sliding herself next to the Commander on the couch, she noticed her CO hadn't touched his drink. "Something troubling you, sir?"
"There was something about the that woman that wasn't human. It reminded me of those Terminator movies."
"Well, I knew right off the bat, when someone could damaged a set 15" titanium alloy blast doors with a hydraulic system of 2000 PSI. But she could have been genetically enhanced or an artificial life form." Caroline surmised
"Both are a distinct possibility, but all we have is supposition." Taking a careful sip of his brandy, he ran suppositions and hypothetical assumptions in his mind. Eliminating the far-fetched possibilities as a plot cooked up by GI Joe, it didn't fit their usual methods of operation, also are incapable of creating an artificial life form or a genetically engineered being. The organizations that might have capabilities of such work were Hydra and AIM. Both were distinct assumptions but also highly questionable as well. AIM always had a good relationship with Cobra, since Cobra's inception, supplying Cobra with weapons also working jointly in projects such as Cobra's hardsuit and Mobile Armor development programs. Hydra on the other hand has been one of Cobra's biggest rivals. The highest echelons of Hydra always viewed Cobra as upstart amateurs.
Outside of Washington DC, Major Sylia Stingray and CIA Liaison Shinobu Nagumo walked towards the door leading into NSA headquarters. It was typical December day, cold, very cold. The two intel operatives were clad in overcoats and gloves. "Any idea why we're here, Shinobu?" Sylia asked as she got her ID badge ready.
"Well, your guess is as good as mine, Sylia. I'm in the dark."
Sylia never trusted the NSA or what she called the Puzzle Palace. She never liked the thought of Americans spying on Americans. But ever since Cobra's increasing activities within the US, so the NSA has become a necessary evil.
After going through intense security, Sylia and Shinobu were escorted to their contact. NSA agent Kii'chi Goto greeted the two. He was about 5'7" with a medium build. His face was nothing more than a blank, straight expression with his eyes opened more than half way. "Hello ladies, I'm Agent Goto," he said with an out stretched hand.
"Major Sylia Stingray,"
"CIA Liaison Shinobu Nagumo,"
After the customary offer of coffee, Goto got to the gist of the meeting. "Two days ago we intercepted communications traffic from AIM, Hydra and Cobra."
"What kind of traffic?" Sylia asked with arched eyebrow. This was first she heard of this, usually, Nene kept a close eye on Cobra's communications traffic. She must have overlooked something.
"Apparently, the chatter's about a high level meeting between the three organizations, what we don't know."
"And you want us to find out and gather the intell," Shinobu said as matter of fact.
"Exactly."
With the meeting over, the two headed back to Shinobu's Xterra for the drive back to GI Joe headquarters. "When ever the NSA has any grunt work to be done, they always dump it on us."
"The way the world works I'm afraid. Maybe you should have Romanova hack into Cobra's network and dig up some useful intell." Shinobu suggested as she straighten out her brown ponytail.
"Good idea," replied Sylia as she pulled out her cell phone. After securing the line, she dialed Nene's cell phone.
"Hello, Joe's crematorium, you kill 'em, we grill 'em," Nene's perky voice answered.
"Nene," sighed Sylia, "Do you remember what happened the last time you answered the phone like that? If not, I spent the better part of an hour being chewed out by a 3 star general and you spent a better part of two weeks on latrine and KP duty."
"Sorry Major,"
"Anyway, I have a job for you. I need for you to hack into Cobra's network and look for anything about a high level meeting being taken place."
"Just leave it to little Ms. Cyberpunk, Major."
Several hours later, Sylia propped her feet on her desk, a steaming hot cup of coffee in her hands and a couple of minutes of absolute peace. She watched the pouring rain outside her window, something she hadn't done since she was a child. There was also Beachhead torturing the new members of the GI Joe team in one of his infamous PT sessions in the rain. Sylia had to feel sorry for the one who fell flat on her face in the mud; she believed it was the person Nene introduced to her as Noa Izumi.
Since Cobra's attack on Washington there's been an influx of personnel who wanted to join the GI Joe team. This also called for the development of the hardsuit or HS Team for short, along with creation of new hardsuits such as the RGM-79r GM II, the RGC-80 Gm Cannon. The RGM-86r GM III which three prototypes were delivered and as well as the new RGM-89 Jagens.
Placing her coffee cup aside, Sylia picked up several folders on her desk. On top of her job as head of Intelligence, which she jointly shared with Shinobu, the CIA Liaison, Hawk appointed Sylia, chief of Hardsuit Operations. This job entailed overseeing, training and deploying various hardsuit units. The GI Joe team had several hardsuit teams in operation foremost was the 01st HS Team 'The Knight Sabers,' then the 02nd HS Team codenamed 'The Hell Divers,' and the 08th HS Team. Opening the first file. She began reading the file of Lt. Erica Fuwa, codenamed Raven, a Ranger with a strong handle on Urban warfare; in a way Fuwa reminded Sylia of herself, West Point educated, a top graduate of Ranger and Airborne school, but Fuwa received her Urban Warfare training with the British SAS, this made her a prime candidate for the GI Joe team. Next file was Christina 'Chris' Mackenzie, an Army marksman, got high marks on the Army Sniper course; Mackenzie also had a shot on the US Olympic shooting team. Rumor had it, this person could possibly give Lowlight a run for his money, and she has also showed promise with the RGM-79SP GM Sniper. Closing Mackenzie's file, Sylia then opened the file of PFC Noa Izumi. Izumi was an old friend to Nene Romanova and former member of LAPD SWAT, then trained as an MP at Fort Leonard Wood. Much like Nene her youth and naïve demeanor tended to overshadow her real talents, according to the data, Izumi scored very high marks in the simulator and in operating the RGM-79 GM and the RX-77 Guncannon. The last file Sylia decided to look at was of Lt. Shiro Amada, a competent fighter pilot and leader; he has shown promise with the RX-79g Gundam and was appointed commander of the 08th HS Team. Sylia did notice the blooming romance between Lt. Amada and Ghost Rider ever since Cobra captured the two a year ago.
A few years ago, Sylia would never dream of overseeing several hardsuit teams, but since Cobra's mass producing and equipping their forces with Zakus, Doms, Goufs, Z'Goks, Acquys, HyGoggs and possibly Mobile Armor; it has become necessary to mass produce the RX-79g Gundam, GMs, GM Cannons and Jagens.
A slight rapping came to her door. "Come."
"Sylia, I have that information you've asked for." Nene said as she walked in.
"Good work, Nene" Sylia said as she flipped through the papers. "Oh beautiful, how did you manage to get Cobra Commander's itinerary?"
"Don't ask."
"You didn't leave a paper trail, did you?"
"Sylia?" Nene gasped, "I'm not that sloppy!"
"This is from the one who disable the firewall to use WinMX for downloading MP3s, and then some little bastard in Cleveland was able to hack into our computers."
"I was able to take over his system and hack into the NSA's computer network at Fort Meade; you know the black hole projects! I'll bet his parents got the heart attack of a lifetime when the NSA came to their door" Nene evilly laughed
"Touché, Nene, touché" Sylia replied as she walked out of her office
Meanwhile, General Hawk was fighting a constant battle against a more resilient foe than Cobra, paperwork.
"I thought I was the only around here with the mountain of paperwork?" Sylia quipped.
"I think the Pentagon figured it was about time, I should spend more time in the office and less time on the golf course." Hawk responded as he pulled out a pre cut cigar from the box on his desk, then searched for a lighter.
"Here," Sylia pulled out her Zippo lighter and lit Hawk's cigar.
"What can I do for you Sylia?"
"As you know, Shinobu and I had a meeting with NSA agent Goto. He requested that we look into some high level meeting that's going to take place between Cobra, AIM and Hydra. Nene managed to steal a copy of Cobra Commander's itinerary detailing a trip to Switzerland."
"You think something's big on the horizon?"
"It's not out of the realm of possibly, Clayton. It is sufficient cause to at least send in a team to gather intell, I don't want this one coming back and biting us in the ass."
"Anyone in mind?"
Sylia didn't really need to think about it, "Snake-Eyes, Dagger and Jinx," Sylia smiled, this was the type of mission, where she need personnel who specialized in sneaking/intell gathering missions.
Snake-Eyes, Jinx and Dagger were brought to briefing room C, along with Lt. Matilda Ajan. "Situation is there's going to be a high level meeting between Cobra, AIM And Hydra. Snake-Eyes, Dagger, Jinx you job will be to assess, gather as much intell as possible and get out. Try to avoid enemy contact if possible." Sylia told the three operatives, then turned to Matilda. "Lt. Ajan, you will airlift them in and wait for their pick up call."
"You got it, Major."
"Dagger, Snake-Eyes, Jinx get your gear together and pack some warm clothing; you three are going to Switzerland."
On his private Lear jet bound for Switzerland, Cobra Commander was reading an article in Time about the California Recall election. A porn king, a porn star, an underwear model, a washed up comedian, and a washed up child star are among the 150 idiots looking to oust that moron Gray Davis. It makes you long for the French Revolution. Of course Arnold Schwarenegger has a shot of winning; he could act like a governor. Well at least it makes for a great monologue on Jay Leno.
Despite Switzerland's reputation for being neutral, he was not taking chances, his uniform, helmet and faceplate were in his suitcase and he wore a business suit and a snap brimmed fedora. His aide Caroline wore a pantsuit and black pumps, reading a copy of the Wall Street Journal.
Once arriving in Switzerland, the same woman who approached them on Cobra Island 2 weeks ago greeted the Commander and Caroline. Cobra Commander felt his throat tighten on sight of this woman. "Commander, Caroline, my employer awaits your arrival."
On route to Switzerland, Dagger studied the intelligence map of her team's target. Dagger, Snake-Eyes and Jinx were clad in black sneaking suits (similar to what Solid Snake wore in Metal Gear Solid), the suits were designed for such dangerous intell missions and to keep the wearer warm at low temperatures. All three were armed with a variety of silent weapons ranging from throwing stars to knives and swords; but Snake-Eyes armed himself with an Uzi and a handgun as well, while Jinx had two SOCOM pistols as her side arms. Dagger reluctantly took the advice Grey Fox gave to her some years ago, and carried a SOCOM, but it was to be used as a last resort or hopefully not at all.
Entering the main entry hall, Cobra Commander was somewhat surprised, whoever organized this meeting managed to call for representatives from AIM and Hydra. It was common knowledge that neither senior staff of Cobra or Hydra could stand to be in the same room.
"Ah! Cobra Commander so nice to see you." A voice purred behind him. Both he and Caroline turned to see a tall woman with long black hair, lips with a green shade of lip stick, holding a glass of champagne and wearing a dress that barely left anything for the imagination. As she smiled, Caroline adverted her eyes as the woman showed a set of fangs.
"Viper," The Commander coolly replied to the Viper's overtones.
"Oh, Commander why so cold, we're all friends?" The Viper said with mock hurt, her hand slowly stroking the Commander's faceplate. Caroline readied her Glock, but not making any overt actions.
"I find you to be rather vulgar, Viper. As well, I disapprove of your nasty habit of mixing pleasure with your work, quite unprofessional, especially when conducting an interrogation." The Commander shot back with acid in his voice, he's heard of the Viper's methods, including on how torturing her victims is a turn on. In an interrogation, Cobra Commander preferred a cold, methodical approach, not the Viper's lust for utter wanton depravity; it would be a cold day hell before the Commander would allow her to conduct one of Cobra's interrogations.
At the perimeter of the château, Dagger pulled out a pair of binoculars. "Anything?" Jinx asked.
"Snow Serpents patrolling the outside, two STUNs parked near the chateau. Security is rather light." Dagger noted. Odd, in all her experience Dagger figured security for a high level meeting, security would be a lot tighter. Suddenly a chopper touched down with a man in a severe business suit with two women behind him. These women looked meaner than Priss on her worst day, I though that was impossible.
"Jinx, Snake-Eyes take out the sentries."
Quietly as possible Dagger crept up behind a Snow Serpent. Grabbing him, Dagger quickly broke his neck. Snake-Eyes slit the throat of another Snow Serpent, while Jinx used her suppressed pistol.
Inside the château a few Hydra henchmen and Crimson Guards on patrols, but it was uneasy one since Hydra and Cobra did not trust each other. It still bothered Dagger that security was extremely lax.
With Snake-Eyes and Jinx sneaking around gathering intell, Dagger crawled into air duct. She moved along her elbow and knees, following what she heard as voices. Peering through a grate over the conference area, Dagger took out a small digital camera and took pictures of the Commander and his group consisting of his aide, Xamot and Tomax, the AIM delegation, the Viper and her bunch and the man at the head of the table.
"With the three of the top terrorist organizations all with one common goal world domination. I purpose an alliance to obtain the key to our goal, which is this." The man pressed a button, at the middle of the table revealed a 3D holographic image of a tracked vehicle with large solar panel on top. "DARPA's top secret project, the Broadcast Energy Transmitter."
The BET captured the interest of those at the table. Then the Viper stood, "Interesting. Hydra attended this conference merely as a formality, but it is the position of the Hydra High Command, we will not enter into any alliance with Cobra."
"That is your prerogative."
The Viper and the Hydra delegation left.
"Snake-Eyes, Jinx we're leaving." Dagger quietly spoke into lip mike.
The man turned to the women at his flanks and silently nodded. The two left.
The Viper pulled out her cellphone while she and the delegation boarded the chopper. Her eyes widened in shock as she punched the last digit on her phone, seeing a bright flash and the chopper exploded into a ball of fire.
Crawling out of the air duct, Dagger wondered what that explosion was, hoping it wasn't the Medea transport.
Dagger got out into the hallway. She had to link up with Snake-Eyes and Jinx. Running down the hall, Dagger was stopped by one of the mystery man's henchwomen.
Dagger drew her long sword. With her sword, Dagger was at her most dangerous, from her Uncle's training in the art of Samurai and from Hard and Soft Masters in the way of the Ninja, the same who trained Snake-Eyes.
The henchwoman assumed a fighting stance. With a wicked smile, her fist flew for Dagger.
With a dodge, Dagger sliced the henchwoman's arm off. She was shocked to see sparks of electricity, wires and metal. Oh crap! I'm never watching the Terminator movies again!
Grabbing the fallen arm, she pulled out a flash bang, threw it, then ran.
Running down the hall, Dagger smashed through a window. "Dagger, over here!" A voice called. Jinx and Snake-Eyes pulled up in a 'borrowed' STUN.
"What this? Collecting trophies?" Jinx asked taking the arm from Dagger.
"No, something I want to take back to headquarters for analysis. We better get the hell out of here, since the owner of that arm will be after us."
As the STUN pulled out the henchwoman emerged from the chateau. Dagger turned to see the henchwoman chasing them like the T-1000 from T2 during that chase scene after breaking Sarah Conner out from the nut ward. Despite her views on guns, Dagger manned the rear machine gun, since the person chasing was not human her views need not apply. "Matilda, we're ready for our pick up!" Dagger yelled into her lip mike as she unloaded the STUN's rear machine gun on their pursuer. Much to her shock, the henchwoman continued running at the same pace after taking a hundred rounds worth of gunfire. Shit! You need an anti tank rifle to drop this bitch!
Flying overhead, the Medea transport positioned itself in front of the STUN. Boarding ramp open, Jinx drove the STUN into the cargo hold of the Medea.
The henchwoman stopped in the snow, her body and clothes pockmarked with bullet holes, the left side of her face was burnt and melted from Dagger's flash bang, revealing a hint of metal underneath with a pulsating red eye.
Nene entered Sylia's quarters; she hated to wake her CO. One is Sylia looked so peaceful and other reason was sometimes she would have to be forcefully drugged or slipped a Mickey for her to get some sleep. "Sylia? Sylia?" Nene spoke as softly as possible.
"Nene, if this isn't an emergency, you better run and hide!" Sylia stated as she snuggled deeper into her pillow.
"Linna's back and she need to see you ASAP."
"Very well," Slowly Sylia climbed out of bed to change. "Nene, can you turn on the coffee pot for me?"
"Okay."
While Sylia changed, Nene went into the kitchenette and turned on the coffee maker. As the pot filled with the brown-black instant energy drink, Nene scoured the cabinet for a mug. Moving an Atlanta Braves mug, she knew it had to belong to Scarlett, then she found Sylia's with the short, simple statement of 'SHUT UP AND POUR!'
"Here's your coffee, Sylia," Nene chirped as she handed the mug to her CO.
"Thank you, Nene"
Waiting in Sylia's office, Linna rose from her chair, standing at attention as Sylia entered. "Okay Linna, this better be good for getting me up at 3 in the morning."
"It is, Major." Linna replied laying the arm on Sylia's desk
"What the hell is this?"
"An arm, I sliced off. Completely cybernetic, the only organic components were synthetic muscle, skin and blood. It was from a henchwoman belonging to a man who set up that little meeting."
"I'll send it to DARPA for analysis." Sylia responded placing the arm aside.
"I did take some photos. Delegations from Cobra, Hydra and AIM were present. Cobra Commander, his aide. Along with Xamot and Tomax. Viper was there on behalf of Hydra. I believe she and her delegation were killed."
"Killed?"
"Her chopper was blown up."
"Obviously, she and Hydra didn't play ball." Sylia surmised, "And they were eliminated."
"A decent theory, Sylia."
"I'll brief General Hawk in the morning. You and your team earned a few days rest for the good job."
"Thanks. Sylia there is one thing I would like to add to my report."
"Go on."
"There was mention of something called the Broadcast Energy Transmitter. Know anything?"
"No, but I'll look into it. If it's an extreme black hole project; then we have ourselves a security leak."