Author's Note:This is a work of fanfiction. I don't own the rights to any of the characters, I don't claim to own the rights to any of the characters, and I am not making a profit from this story. Have a nice day!
On a more serious note:This story is dedicated to the memory of Chris Latta, better known as the voice of Cobra Commander.
Dreadnoks Rule
"The fee for this job, Cobra Commander, shall be three million dollars," Zartan said to the image of Cobra Commander on the communications screen. Cobra Commander got visibly annoyed at the mercenary and master of disguise.
"Three million dollars!" Cobra Commander shouted and shaking his fist at Zartan. "That's outrageous! I could use Firefly and pay a tenth of the price you are asking!"
"Then why don't you?" said Zartan in an amused tone.
Cobra Commander threw up his hands in an exasperated manner. "Fine, you shall have your three million dollars!"
"In advance," Zartan added. "And we reserve the right to make things…messy."
Cobra Commander let out a scream of hate for the master of disguise and terminated the connection.
"I so love pushing that asshole's buttons," Zartan chuckled as he turned his terminal off. "Dreadnoks! Assemble for a meeting!"
Torch, Buzzer, and Ripper looked up from their poker games. "Wha? Now?" whined Buzzer. "I gots me a full 'ouse!" Ripper and Torch looked at one another for a moment then folded.
Monkeywrench and Thrasher looked up from under the hood of the Thunder Machine. "AY, Zartan!" said Thrasher. "Piss off, I'm fixing the Thunder Machine!"
Zartan got an annoyed look on his face and pulled his pistol. Without any hesitation, he shot the engine of the Thunder Machine. Monkeywrench straightened up so abruptly that he banged his head on the hood. "Oh, bloody hell!" he said holding his injured skull.
"Oy! What was that for?" demanded Thrasher.
"Then you best listen next time," said Zartan cruelly. "Next time, I might not miss."
"Miss?" said Thrasher.
Zandar faded in from the darkness behind his brother. "Gnawgahyde is off hunting dinner, Brother," he said. "Zarana and Zanzibar are in town getting supplies."
"Terrific," said the master of disguise. "What else is going to go wrong?"
As if on cue, Thrasher shouted something unintelligible and dove for the ground. Zartan looked briefly and then dove back inside his hut as the Mini-guns on the Thunder Machine went wild and shot up the camp.
To be continued…