Sentinels
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men Evolution or GI Joe characters in this fanfic.
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"What is it?" Hawk said, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and ducking as a laser blast flew past his face.
"We're under attack, some kind of robotic life form. They're attacking the armory, prison, and our perimeter defenses. We've already killed several of them but a few have gotten through, not enough to cause much damage, sir." Stormshadow said, yanking Hawk clear.
"They're also attacking the clinic for an unexplained reason." Lady Jaye, who had been running alongside Stormshadow added.
"Who's in there?" Hawk asked.
"Lifeline, Psyche Out and Section Eight. They seem to be intensifying their attack in that area." Stormshadow replied.
They saw Section Eight run into the armory just then as a couple of the robots chased him. They were close enough to here him yell. "Come and get me you son of a bitch!"
They saw him run back out with a Randler shoulder mounted anti-tank rocket launcher and a dozen rockets stuffed in a backpack. He fired a rocket into the chest of one of the robots, blasting it half. The other came at him, inexorably. Section Eight reloaded a rocket and fired again. The man was literally berserk with battle fury.
The roof of the prison complex burst open and a sentinel robot burst through the roof, carrying of Major Bludd. Section Eight launched a rocket towards them that trailed off in the distance.
A Sentinel stood in front of Hawk and as it was about to fire its laser cannon they heard a voice belonging to their resident legionnaire, "Mon general, three words for you. Hit the deck!"
A rocket buried itself into the Sentinel's electronic guts without exploding. The Sentinel didn't get back up and didn't fire again. Its glowing eyes were dim. Section Eight stood there with the smoking rocket launcher and helped Hawk to his feet.
"I'd like to get a closer look at that robot, sir." Sci-Fi said.
"Knock yourself out, Sci-Fi, I want some Intel on it as soon as possible." Hawk said.
"Yes sir." Sci-Fi said.
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Later: "According to all reports those robots attacked the prison and the clinic with the most intensity and of the personnel in the clinic they seemed to be most focused on Section Eight and Lifeline to a lesser extent." Duke said, putting a report on Hawk's desk a few hours later.
"That's odd, why them?" Hawk asked.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out. But Sci-Fi's found something out about those robots that might interest you. It's been called the Sentinel robot that's been tested recently by the government that's supposed to be the enforcer of the Mutant Registration Act. At any rate any mutants they detect they automatically set about destroying. Apparently Cobra's stolen the plans for the Sentinel and has been manufacturing their own but retaining much of the original programming. From what I can tell, Section Eight is a mutant." Duke said.
Hawk looked stunned for the first time in a long time. Duke, Flint, Beach Head, and Hawk all walked to the infirmary where Section Eight was sitting on a cot being checked by Lifeline and Bree via a blood test.
Section Eight immediately said, "Mon general, we are in terrible danger! Those Sentinels were likely only a first wave assault!"
"Stop being frantic Eight, we don't have time." Beach Head said, "Just because a whole house full of muties was hit by a wave of sentinels and FOH demonstrators twice doesn't mean it's gonna happen…"
Those words might have been the last words Beach Head uttered because Section Eight charged him. Beach Head sent out a damaging kick to the groin that would have normally been enough to knock a man flat on his back. It only sent the man to one knee that was all. And then a deranged howl ripped from the throat of Section Eight, he bounded the leg's length between himself and Beach Head like a panther, swinging a crippling blow with the knee to Beach Head's groin, followed up with an elbow to the throat. Before anyone could do anything, Section Eight was on top of Beach Head his fingers around the Ranger's throat, his dark eyes glowing with white-hot hatred.
"It's intolerant fucks like you that tore away from me everything I ever loved. So it bothers me not if you die to pay back but a small portion of all the blood that they have shed. Vae Victus!!!!" Section Eight was roiling fury, more intense than anything they had previously seen him manifest.
Flint struck at the back of Section Eight's neck with an elbow, Beach Head was gasping and choking, clawing desperately as Section Eight's legs pinioned his arms. Eight was squeezing with iron fingers as he spat in Beach Head's face as Flint knocked him out.
Beach Head stood, choking, "Throw this son of a bitch into the brig! He just assaulted…"
"Beach Head, you had it coming with that insensitive comment. That mansion destroyed was Section Eight's home. Think about it, those people were practically his family. How would you feel if your home was destroyed? If people you loved were killed? How would you feel if you had to hold your beloved in your arms as she died?" Lifeline snapped back with uncharacteristic anger.
"You didn't mind meld with Section Eight, did you?" Hawk said.
"I did." Lifeline said.
"I'm guessing some of his berserk rage rubbed off on you, didn't it?" Hawk asked.
"I'm not defending what he did, but in light of what he's suffered…" Lifeline said.
"What he's suffered? Think of what I'm suffering, I don't think I'll be able to have children…" Beach Head groaned, nursing his bruised privates.
"Gee Beach Head, I can't quite imagine all kinds of little baby Beach Heads running around." Flint said.
"You'll have to find a woman that would put up with you first." Scarlet said, entering, "We've just received a transmission from Cobra."
"Greetings GI Joe. As you've no doubt guessed, we've taken over the Sentinel production facility in Bayville. Less than an hour ago a demand went out to world leaders, if they want to keep their nations and their lives they must bow down to me. I have Sentinels on standby awaiting my order if my demands aren't met in 48 hours. Any act of intervention on your behalf will condemn all the world leaders." Cobra Commander said.
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Section Eight was put to work in the base armory under Low Light's supervision as well as a shift in the dojo where he was to be taught control. Hawk let him know he was on probation. Any more confrontations between himself and Beach Head or anyone else would get him time in the brig.
"Know anything about sniper rifles? How to care for them?" Low Light asked.
"My company in the 2nd REP (2nd Foreign Parachute Regiment), 4th Company, specialized in sniping and demolitions. I am equally proficient in both areas." Section Eight replied, pausing to examine a telescopic bolt-action rifle.
"That's one of the new batch we received. I had to badger Hawk to order these in." Low Light said.
"An Accuracy International L96A1, Infantry variant. We actually used these operationally in Chad on my second African tour of duty." Section Eight replied, checking the chamber and aiming it at the ceiling, "I never thought I'd see one in American hands."
"I prefer our US Army M24 Sniper Weapon System or US Marine M40A1 rifles myself with the H&K PSG1 being a close second." Low Light said.
"Never used any of those rifles. I either used the FR-FR2, the standard French sniper rifle, or the American .50 caliber M82A1, the L96A1 I only used once but I consider it a real joy to use." Section Eight replied.
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"I see you've found yourself a new friend." Lifeline said, sipping a cup of herbal tea in the mess hall, sitting across from Low Light.
"Yeah, Section Eight's not that bad once you get to know him, although it seems like something's eating away at him causing him to snap…" Low Light said.
"Yeah and Beach Head's abrasive personality isn't helping at all. You don't know how close Hawk was to throwing Section Eight into the brig for that attack in the infirmary." Lifeline replied.
"Yeah, but Beach Head's instigated Section Eight both times he's snapped." Low Light said, "And it's already all over the base. Beach Head sporting a shiner over one eye that's partially visible through his mask does tend to draw a few rumors. Especially if Shipwreck yanks the mask off in the middle of the mess hall."
"That explains how the entire base knows about Beach Head and Section Eight's little confrontation." Lifeline said, wincing when he saw Beach Head and Section Eight pass each other with hard eyed stares before they walked to opposite sides of the mess hall.
Suddenly the TV news that had been droning in the background began to broadcast more pressing news, "This just in: Sentinel robots commandeered by Cobra have spearheaded an assault on the city of Bayville, occupying the city in a matter of hours…"
The Joes took the news in before Hawk called a general assembly. Lifeline noticed that Section Eight was mustering a hard eyed stare.
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"I'm going to kill those bastards." Section Eight said, filling pouches on his web gear with ammunition and supplies and hefting the L96A1 sniper rifle after buckling on a 9mm pistol and putting an MP5 sub machinegun into a field pack with several clips of ammo.
They other Joes were preparing weapons and ammo and hustling into vehicles. Low Light, Section Eight, Road Block, and Beach Head were part of a four-man reconnaissance team being inserted behind Cobra lines in Bayville.
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"Where's Section Eight?" Beach Head said, exasperated.
"I don't know." Low Light said, "He muttered something about solo- reconnaissance and went off."
"Damn it! Low Light, go track down our wayward legionnaire and bring him back over here." Beach Head said.
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The Xavier mansion was but ruins, a burned out shell of it's former self. Hidden in one of many hiding places only he knew, Section Eight lay hidden, ready to settle a score with the Cobras he knew that had destroyed the place.
Peering through his telescopic sight, he saw a Cobra Crimson Guard soldier walking the grounds. With an even breath he squeezed the trigger, aiming very gently for the Cobra's head.
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Crack! The sound of a single rifle shot and the sight of a fallen Crimson Guard viper was enough to awaken Major Bludd from the drudgery of his assignment of searching the gutted mansion for anything that could be salvaged, like Cerebro which they hadn't found when the accursed place had been destroyed.
Watching from hiding, Todd Tolansky hopped back into a room. Three years ago several members of the Brotherhood, after Mystique's death at the hands of Magneto and Magneto's death at the hands of the Sentinels joined up with the remnants of the X-men.
He went through a secret passageway down into the basement levels, untouched by the destruction that ravaged the mansion. "Professor, we've got Cobras."
"I know, Todd." Xavier said, "If they compromise the lower levels then we will defend, but we must stay hidden as long as possible. Cerebro must not fall into their hands. Logan, have the others ready themselves for battle, I will protect Cerebro. If it or I come close to capture make sure neither Cerebro or I survive."
"Chuck, I'll do both of you in myself if I have to but let's hope I don't have to." Logan said.
That was when they saw several more Cobra vehicles approaching via the surviving security cameras. "So much for remaining hidden, eh Charles." Logan said, going to rally the others.
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"We can't let this sniper slow us down." Destro said, "Major Bludd, you take all the vipers you can muster and search this mansion's grounds. And if you find that sniper, take him alive if possible."
"If it is who I think it is, I'll take the pleasure of his execution myself." Major Bludd said.
The Cobra soldiers had the mansion's gutted interior under full control but what they and the other snakes had missed was the fact that the surviving mutants had holed up in the underground levels, building living areas out of the many storage facilities. Xavier's Institute may have been destroyed but Xavier and his surviving students were in hiding, waiting for the right moment to restart again.
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The Cobra soldier wandered into the burned out remains of what had once been the room of two girls apparently. Remnants of burnt of boy band posters, a couple charred remnants of a gothic novel, as well a picture of a gothic girl and a brunette standing side by side near the fountain out front proved his supposition to be true.
"What is that God awful stench?" he asked down the hall.
"It ain't polite to look through a lady's stuff, yo." Said Toad, clinging to the ceiling, his tongue lancing down and snapping the viper's neck before he could reply.
He saw another viper walk in, catching him in the act. The viper aimed it's rifle at Toad and he saw his entire life flash before his eyes before the viper's helmet cracked as a bullet smashed through the window, hitting him just above his right ear.
"Thanks yo." Toad muttered, though his rescuer could not hear him, being hidden under a bush 150 meters away.
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Another viper walked with a bottle of scotch he had found in the basement, one of several bottles squirreled away in a cabinet. "Hey, isn't that for special occasions only."
"Huh?" the viper said, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in here. That was his last thought as Fred smashed his head through the drywall and into a support beam, breaking his neck.
Wolverine quickly and silently dispatched another viper with his adamantium claws. All around the mansion all sorts of miniature battles were being waged with the Cobra invaders.
Section Eight took this in, peering through his telescopic sight as Amara set a couple of Cobra vehicles alight. A Cobra sniper hiding in one of Kitty's favorite trees, above the driveway, was sighting in on her through his own telescopic sight.
Wolverine, who had mouse holed from the basement into the ground floor saw the source of peril Amara wasn't even aware of as she torched several Cobra vehicles. There was no way he could help her he was too far away. He witnessed a death at that moment, but not Amara's
The Cobra sniper turned, sensing that he had been detected from the tool shed over a hundred meters away. When he sighted on his adversary, firing through a hole in the wall it was the last thing he ever did. A bullet plowed right through his telescopic sight and into his brain.
Wolverine bounded outside to help Amara. As he saw the twitching, recently dispatched body of the dead Cobra he could see they were not alone. He saw a figure decloak suddenly, it belonged to a man who had been missing and presumed dead for five years, Conrad Hart.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men Evolution or GI Joe characters in this fanfic.
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"What is it?" Hawk said, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and ducking as a laser blast flew past his face.
"We're under attack, some kind of robotic life form. They're attacking the armory, prison, and our perimeter defenses. We've already killed several of them but a few have gotten through, not enough to cause much damage, sir." Stormshadow said, yanking Hawk clear.
"They're also attacking the clinic for an unexplained reason." Lady Jaye, who had been running alongside Stormshadow added.
"Who's in there?" Hawk asked.
"Lifeline, Psyche Out and Section Eight. They seem to be intensifying their attack in that area." Stormshadow replied.
They saw Section Eight run into the armory just then as a couple of the robots chased him. They were close enough to here him yell. "Come and get me you son of a bitch!"
They saw him run back out with a Randler shoulder mounted anti-tank rocket launcher and a dozen rockets stuffed in a backpack. He fired a rocket into the chest of one of the robots, blasting it half. The other came at him, inexorably. Section Eight reloaded a rocket and fired again. The man was literally berserk with battle fury.
The roof of the prison complex burst open and a sentinel robot burst through the roof, carrying of Major Bludd. Section Eight launched a rocket towards them that trailed off in the distance.
A Sentinel stood in front of Hawk and as it was about to fire its laser cannon they heard a voice belonging to their resident legionnaire, "Mon general, three words for you. Hit the deck!"
A rocket buried itself into the Sentinel's electronic guts without exploding. The Sentinel didn't get back up and didn't fire again. Its glowing eyes were dim. Section Eight stood there with the smoking rocket launcher and helped Hawk to his feet.
"I'd like to get a closer look at that robot, sir." Sci-Fi said.
"Knock yourself out, Sci-Fi, I want some Intel on it as soon as possible." Hawk said.
"Yes sir." Sci-Fi said.
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Later: "According to all reports those robots attacked the prison and the clinic with the most intensity and of the personnel in the clinic they seemed to be most focused on Section Eight and Lifeline to a lesser extent." Duke said, putting a report on Hawk's desk a few hours later.
"That's odd, why them?" Hawk asked.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out. But Sci-Fi's found something out about those robots that might interest you. It's been called the Sentinel robot that's been tested recently by the government that's supposed to be the enforcer of the Mutant Registration Act. At any rate any mutants they detect they automatically set about destroying. Apparently Cobra's stolen the plans for the Sentinel and has been manufacturing their own but retaining much of the original programming. From what I can tell, Section Eight is a mutant." Duke said.
Hawk looked stunned for the first time in a long time. Duke, Flint, Beach Head, and Hawk all walked to the infirmary where Section Eight was sitting on a cot being checked by Lifeline and Bree via a blood test.
Section Eight immediately said, "Mon general, we are in terrible danger! Those Sentinels were likely only a first wave assault!"
"Stop being frantic Eight, we don't have time." Beach Head said, "Just because a whole house full of muties was hit by a wave of sentinels and FOH demonstrators twice doesn't mean it's gonna happen…"
Those words might have been the last words Beach Head uttered because Section Eight charged him. Beach Head sent out a damaging kick to the groin that would have normally been enough to knock a man flat on his back. It only sent the man to one knee that was all. And then a deranged howl ripped from the throat of Section Eight, he bounded the leg's length between himself and Beach Head like a panther, swinging a crippling blow with the knee to Beach Head's groin, followed up with an elbow to the throat. Before anyone could do anything, Section Eight was on top of Beach Head his fingers around the Ranger's throat, his dark eyes glowing with white-hot hatred.
"It's intolerant fucks like you that tore away from me everything I ever loved. So it bothers me not if you die to pay back but a small portion of all the blood that they have shed. Vae Victus!!!!" Section Eight was roiling fury, more intense than anything they had previously seen him manifest.
Flint struck at the back of Section Eight's neck with an elbow, Beach Head was gasping and choking, clawing desperately as Section Eight's legs pinioned his arms. Eight was squeezing with iron fingers as he spat in Beach Head's face as Flint knocked him out.
Beach Head stood, choking, "Throw this son of a bitch into the brig! He just assaulted…"
"Beach Head, you had it coming with that insensitive comment. That mansion destroyed was Section Eight's home. Think about it, those people were practically his family. How would you feel if your home was destroyed? If people you loved were killed? How would you feel if you had to hold your beloved in your arms as she died?" Lifeline snapped back with uncharacteristic anger.
"You didn't mind meld with Section Eight, did you?" Hawk said.
"I did." Lifeline said.
"I'm guessing some of his berserk rage rubbed off on you, didn't it?" Hawk asked.
"I'm not defending what he did, but in light of what he's suffered…" Lifeline said.
"What he's suffered? Think of what I'm suffering, I don't think I'll be able to have children…" Beach Head groaned, nursing his bruised privates.
"Gee Beach Head, I can't quite imagine all kinds of little baby Beach Heads running around." Flint said.
"You'll have to find a woman that would put up with you first." Scarlet said, entering, "We've just received a transmission from Cobra."
"Greetings GI Joe. As you've no doubt guessed, we've taken over the Sentinel production facility in Bayville. Less than an hour ago a demand went out to world leaders, if they want to keep their nations and their lives they must bow down to me. I have Sentinels on standby awaiting my order if my demands aren't met in 48 hours. Any act of intervention on your behalf will condemn all the world leaders." Cobra Commander said.
~ ~ ~ ~
Section Eight was put to work in the base armory under Low Light's supervision as well as a shift in the dojo where he was to be taught control. Hawk let him know he was on probation. Any more confrontations between himself and Beach Head or anyone else would get him time in the brig.
"Know anything about sniper rifles? How to care for them?" Low Light asked.
"My company in the 2nd REP (2nd Foreign Parachute Regiment), 4th Company, specialized in sniping and demolitions. I am equally proficient in both areas." Section Eight replied, pausing to examine a telescopic bolt-action rifle.
"That's one of the new batch we received. I had to badger Hawk to order these in." Low Light said.
"An Accuracy International L96A1, Infantry variant. We actually used these operationally in Chad on my second African tour of duty." Section Eight replied, checking the chamber and aiming it at the ceiling, "I never thought I'd see one in American hands."
"I prefer our US Army M24 Sniper Weapon System or US Marine M40A1 rifles myself with the H&K PSG1 being a close second." Low Light said.
"Never used any of those rifles. I either used the FR-FR2, the standard French sniper rifle, or the American .50 caliber M82A1, the L96A1 I only used once but I consider it a real joy to use." Section Eight replied.
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"I see you've found yourself a new friend." Lifeline said, sipping a cup of herbal tea in the mess hall, sitting across from Low Light.
"Yeah, Section Eight's not that bad once you get to know him, although it seems like something's eating away at him causing him to snap…" Low Light said.
"Yeah and Beach Head's abrasive personality isn't helping at all. You don't know how close Hawk was to throwing Section Eight into the brig for that attack in the infirmary." Lifeline replied.
"Yeah, but Beach Head's instigated Section Eight both times he's snapped." Low Light said, "And it's already all over the base. Beach Head sporting a shiner over one eye that's partially visible through his mask does tend to draw a few rumors. Especially if Shipwreck yanks the mask off in the middle of the mess hall."
"That explains how the entire base knows about Beach Head and Section Eight's little confrontation." Lifeline said, wincing when he saw Beach Head and Section Eight pass each other with hard eyed stares before they walked to opposite sides of the mess hall.
Suddenly the TV news that had been droning in the background began to broadcast more pressing news, "This just in: Sentinel robots commandeered by Cobra have spearheaded an assault on the city of Bayville, occupying the city in a matter of hours…"
The Joes took the news in before Hawk called a general assembly. Lifeline noticed that Section Eight was mustering a hard eyed stare.
~ ~ ~ ~
"I'm going to kill those bastards." Section Eight said, filling pouches on his web gear with ammunition and supplies and hefting the L96A1 sniper rifle after buckling on a 9mm pistol and putting an MP5 sub machinegun into a field pack with several clips of ammo.
They other Joes were preparing weapons and ammo and hustling into vehicles. Low Light, Section Eight, Road Block, and Beach Head were part of a four-man reconnaissance team being inserted behind Cobra lines in Bayville.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Where's Section Eight?" Beach Head said, exasperated.
"I don't know." Low Light said, "He muttered something about solo- reconnaissance and went off."
"Damn it! Low Light, go track down our wayward legionnaire and bring him back over here." Beach Head said.
~ ~ ~ ~
The Xavier mansion was but ruins, a burned out shell of it's former self. Hidden in one of many hiding places only he knew, Section Eight lay hidden, ready to settle a score with the Cobras he knew that had destroyed the place.
Peering through his telescopic sight, he saw a Cobra Crimson Guard soldier walking the grounds. With an even breath he squeezed the trigger, aiming very gently for the Cobra's head.
~ ~ ~ ~
Crack! The sound of a single rifle shot and the sight of a fallen Crimson Guard viper was enough to awaken Major Bludd from the drudgery of his assignment of searching the gutted mansion for anything that could be salvaged, like Cerebro which they hadn't found when the accursed place had been destroyed.
Watching from hiding, Todd Tolansky hopped back into a room. Three years ago several members of the Brotherhood, after Mystique's death at the hands of Magneto and Magneto's death at the hands of the Sentinels joined up with the remnants of the X-men.
He went through a secret passageway down into the basement levels, untouched by the destruction that ravaged the mansion. "Professor, we've got Cobras."
"I know, Todd." Xavier said, "If they compromise the lower levels then we will defend, but we must stay hidden as long as possible. Cerebro must not fall into their hands. Logan, have the others ready themselves for battle, I will protect Cerebro. If it or I come close to capture make sure neither Cerebro or I survive."
"Chuck, I'll do both of you in myself if I have to but let's hope I don't have to." Logan said.
That was when they saw several more Cobra vehicles approaching via the surviving security cameras. "So much for remaining hidden, eh Charles." Logan said, going to rally the others.
~ ~ ~ ~
"We can't let this sniper slow us down." Destro said, "Major Bludd, you take all the vipers you can muster and search this mansion's grounds. And if you find that sniper, take him alive if possible."
"If it is who I think it is, I'll take the pleasure of his execution myself." Major Bludd said.
The Cobra soldiers had the mansion's gutted interior under full control but what they and the other snakes had missed was the fact that the surviving mutants had holed up in the underground levels, building living areas out of the many storage facilities. Xavier's Institute may have been destroyed but Xavier and his surviving students were in hiding, waiting for the right moment to restart again.
~ ~ ~ ~
The Cobra soldier wandered into the burned out remains of what had once been the room of two girls apparently. Remnants of burnt of boy band posters, a couple charred remnants of a gothic novel, as well a picture of a gothic girl and a brunette standing side by side near the fountain out front proved his supposition to be true.
"What is that God awful stench?" he asked down the hall.
"It ain't polite to look through a lady's stuff, yo." Said Toad, clinging to the ceiling, his tongue lancing down and snapping the viper's neck before he could reply.
He saw another viper walk in, catching him in the act. The viper aimed it's rifle at Toad and he saw his entire life flash before his eyes before the viper's helmet cracked as a bullet smashed through the window, hitting him just above his right ear.
"Thanks yo." Toad muttered, though his rescuer could not hear him, being hidden under a bush 150 meters away.
~ ~ ~ ~
Another viper walked with a bottle of scotch he had found in the basement, one of several bottles squirreled away in a cabinet. "Hey, isn't that for special occasions only."
"Huh?" the viper said, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in here. That was his last thought as Fred smashed his head through the drywall and into a support beam, breaking his neck.
Wolverine quickly and silently dispatched another viper with his adamantium claws. All around the mansion all sorts of miniature battles were being waged with the Cobra invaders.
Section Eight took this in, peering through his telescopic sight as Amara set a couple of Cobra vehicles alight. A Cobra sniper hiding in one of Kitty's favorite trees, above the driveway, was sighting in on her through his own telescopic sight.
Wolverine, who had mouse holed from the basement into the ground floor saw the source of peril Amara wasn't even aware of as she torched several Cobra vehicles. There was no way he could help her he was too far away. He witnessed a death at that moment, but not Amara's
The Cobra sniper turned, sensing that he had been detected from the tool shed over a hundred meters away. When he sighted on his adversary, firing through a hole in the wall it was the last thing he ever did. A bullet plowed right through his telescopic sight and into his brain.
Wolverine bounded outside to help Amara. As he saw the twitching, recently dispatched body of the dead Cobra he could see they were not alone. He saw a figure decloak suddenly, it belonged to a man who had been missing and presumed dead for five years, Conrad Hart.