"So, Duke, you thought you could sneak in under our radar? How clever – cleverly stupid! Did you think we wouldn't notice? Wouldn't have our own spies there?"
Cobra Commander chuckled. "Leaving your base short handed. That, Duke," he said, his voice going low as he leaned forward to the small group of men in front of him, "was stupid. Was it your idea? Maybe the idea of your ever increasingly senile commander, Hawk?"
He watched Duke's face grow red as he struggled with his anger. Good, let him stew!
The Commander caught a glimpse of Destro as he stood in the doorway. His right hand gave him a nod and walked off. Good, the package had been delivered. Destro obviously wasn't too happy about it, but he'd live, he mentally shrugged.
"I'm afraid I have other business to attend to, Duke. We'll discuss these things later," Cobra Commander hissed, waving his arm so that the guards could take them to the detention cells. "Make sure they're watched closely. Make sure they don't have any tricks up their sleeves."
Duke glared at the Commander. "Where's the girl?"
Where the hell had they put Crystal? Why bring her along anyway? Was that where the Commander was going?
The Commander regarded Duke coldly. "Never you mind about her. She's not outlived her usefulness yet," he answered in an icy tone.
Duke struggled and managed to grab one of the guard's guns, but not before another guard raised his weapon and hit Duke on the side of the head with the butt of his gun. Duke went down cold and all guns were pointed at the rest of the team.
"Who's next?" sneered one of the guards. He nodded towards Gung Ho. "Pick him up," he ordered.
Cobra Commander shook his head. Didn't the man ever get tired of playing the hero?
He left the room, heading towards his private quarters. He felt his heart beat speed up, matching the excitement he felt as he neared his room. Excitement or nervousness, he wasn't quite sure which it was.
Would she know him? Recognize him?
He was about to find out.