Note: Okay if you are a fan of the European action force I'm about to rattle your world. Basically action force exits but its not the same operatives i.e. it's not the European versions of Flint, Lady Jaye ect.... They are different operatives.

Chapter 4

Walking closer he noticed sudden nuances that didn't fit in. As the punk rocker made his way to the goth chick, she hit him with a high kick that was not Amazon's style. Though Amazon style was similar and just as deadly there was more finesse to this move. He watched as the big boy get really pissed and send a haymaker her way. Dropping down to the she ducked the blow and sent a kick right to his shin. He heard a snap. The overweight rocker fell to his knees clutching his broken shin. Now he knew that wasn't Amazon that move was a patented more by one woman. Making his way to her. He kept thinking to him self over and over Shit, Shit, and Shit. Looking over his shoulder he saw that Zartan was busy dealing with the crazed strung out Thrasher. Looking back to the girl, she was facing off with Buzzer. He knew she could take him and the knife. But.... He should turn around.... He would hate him self if he didn't... His mission was too important... But damnit she was too important to him... He had enough information of the Cobra stations her in France. Also some info on another group that might pose a problem for the Joes. Walking to her in two long strides. He threw her over his shoulder. "Sorry Buzzer, my mum would kill me if you hurt my sis."

"Aw, come on Thunder a little bit of play." Buzzer was taken aback by the look in Thunder's eye. When those words had left his mouth. "All right gov if you two are into that kinda stuff." Buzzer said a he watched Thunder walk into the alley with a squirming prostitute over his shouldier. "Funny I thought she was French." He thought to himself.

20:00

"Why do we always get the fun jobs?"

"Because, You two are good at what do and this falls under that category."

Scarlett looks at Flint and held an urge to stick her tongue out at him. He handing her a comm link. "Okay you two keep it short and simple go up there get Jayes Laptop and get out. Got it?"

"Loud and clear."

Scarlett noticed once she got up to the hotel room, that they had had visitors. The room was in shambles. Every thing was turn about. "They have had company."

"Cobra?"

"Naw, this is neater. Looks like it was professionals."

Scarlett looked around spoting two laptops both had been completely smashed. "No go Flint, both Mainframe and Jayes laptops are destroyed."

"That's okay Jayes laptop is the thicker of the two. Open up the battery pack."

"Okay."

"Take out the battery. One you do that there should be a false bottom. A latch will be on the side open it up. Reach in a pull the documents out. They should be passports. How many is there?"

Scarlett took them out and counted them. "Thirteen."

"Okay get out of there."

Scarlett turned to tell Snakes it was time to go. She saw him motioning to he to one of the bedrooms. Following him she saw two crimson guards laying on the floor their sightless eyes not know what hit them. Snakes this was a clean death these guards had no idea what hit them. Who did this?" She felt Snake-Eyes stiffen beside her. Following his eyesight she looked at what he saw a pack of C2 with a time that was going off in five seconds. She felt the heat of the explosion. She felt Snake-Eyes uses his body to cover hers. She felt blackness, but before that, she could have sworn she felt arms taking her to safety.

The Garrison 20:08

"Talk you had better have good news."

"Agent Monroe is dead."

"How?"

"Bar fight looks like she made contact with the Joe. The Joe took her out. Causing a bar fight in a known Cobra establishment. Agent Monroe, was an unlucky victim of the fight."

"What have you found out?"

"All her know alias are accounted for thirteen passports. Took two Joe out in the process with a trap set for Jaye. They're crispy crawlers by now."

"Which Joes?"

"Scarlett and Snake-Eyes."

That pounding headache was coming back. Morons. Incompetents. These were trained solders and they were doing no better than Cobra. Now he knew why Cobra Commander was a raving lunatic. "All I ask is that you kill one bloody GI Bitch. How hard is that? Now you say that you killed two Joe operatives. That fine if it was someone else besides Snake-eyes and Scarlett but don't you know that history is destined to repeat it self? One word, One place.... Grenada."

tbc (Don't shoot me yet if you haven't figured it out.)