Fanfiction: G.I. Joe
Cobra leaves no one behind: Part two
" Any questions?" Hawk ended his meeting.
"Yep, Cobra leaves no one behind." Commented Wild Bill.
"Nor anyone alive," Quick kick added.
" Hmm… how are we supposed to find these alleged snakes?" was all Flint could say.
"I wish they had stayed in their holes and under rocks where they are supposed to be." Beachhead grumbled even though the reappearance of Cobra meant work and something to do, instead of working at home, being with his kids, and watching T. V.
"I have assigned different groups with information on certain ex-Cobras to find and bring them under Joe protection." Hawk informed his Joes.
"And what if they don't want Joe protection," blurted out Ship wreak.
" We can't force anyone, but they can't say we didn't try to give them any."
A young female recruit passed each Joe their assigned groups and information about their ex - Cobra they were to protect. Flint smiled when he saw he was assigned to back up Lady Jaye's group, just in case, they needed some extra help. He couldn't help smiling as he looked at Lady Jaye.
"I guess I am your back up plan." He told her.
Beachhead frowned at his assignment while he started to explain why do we have to take care of snakes for. "It is our duty, I suppose."
Somewhere in another area of the country, the hot summer sun shine on a big metropolis city making many of the residents wish for cooler weather, but in one part of the city, the heat had made it unbearable smelly. The garbage smell had risen up to the highest floors out the U. S. government building where several federal offices were located. There was even post office inside. Someone or someones had decided to play prank by putting something dead in the air condition vents. The old black janitor slowly entered one of the air ducts .
"This reminds the time I was on the Joes carrier U. S. S. Flagg." He told the young white Navy recruiter.
"You fought with the Joes."
"Yes, before the Flagg sank, " He flashes his flashlight around. The light caught something green and red. He turned the light to green object only to see a dead Joe staring in horror. The red object was a Cobra carved into his chest. On the air duct walls, the words were written in blood, Yo, Joe, Death to all traitors.
" What did you find?" asked the recruiter. The janitor came out looking like he had been slapped in the face. His eyes and mouth wide open in disbelief while holding the victim's bloody green Joe helmet in hand.
" Is it a dead cat, a squirrel or a bird?"
" No, it is a Joe," showing the recruiter the helmet.
Meanwhile, outside sirens can be heard, two officers asked three young boys about what they found.
"We were skating with our skateboards when we catch a bad smell coming from the garbage that had been dumped here." One boy said.
" It was really stinky." Another one said.
"Then I said, Let's see if find we can find the dead dog. It would be cool to see its bones," said another.
"I looked in first, that is, when I saw the soldier or what remains of one," the chubby, darker skin boy answered.
"Do you know who he is or seen him before?" The young blonde officer asked the boys.
"Never seen him before, he is not from this neighborhood." The skinny, freckled faced, red headed boy answered.
Another police officer arrived on the scene with the coroner in tow. They both strolled to the crime scene. The coroner gasped the she saw the body.
"I know this man. He worked for Cobra before seeing the light. He became a Joe after leaving Cobra. I served as a medic while serving as a Joe." The coroner: a burly, large Hispanic woman eyed her fallen comrade's body. He was called Sun snake because he was an ex-viper. She knew right away what had happened so she called Joe headquarters let them know about another casualty. As Sun Snake was being examined, a land line phone rang annoyedly traditionally dull in the office.
Who could it be? She wondered. She quickly stopped what she was doing by taking off her gloves, but paused. Could it be a message from Cobra? She blindly opened the office door till the voice message played.
"Hello, Doctor Culebra. ( Spanish for large snake) I mean, Doctor Martinez." A loud voice rang out of the office. This is Wayne R. Sneeden. You know, Beachhead. I need to see you about your old snake friend, Sun Snake. I heard he was killed and was heading your way. Let me know so some of my friends and I can talk to you after you cut him open like a fish. It will be nice to talk with you, again. The voice message stopped instantly, but as the caller was leaving his message, a strange shadow was lurking in the mortuary. It crept along the refrigerated coolers. Doctor Martinez jumped when the intruder approached her.
"Cobra needs you!"
" I won't go." She gasped startled as the lazar cut katana plunged into her stomach. She dropped motionless onto the morgue floor.
"Not!" The masked Ninja Creeper finished his sentence. At that very moment, a knock on the door was heard and three Joes were faced with a Night Creeper. Beachhead, Quick Kick, and Chuckles were at the door.
"I didn't know there were Cobra ninja zombies. First Time for everything in horror movies," Quick Kick reacted .
"Great, it is going to be like Transylvania with Dracula." Beachhead grumbled .
"Oh dear, I will have to act scared." Chuckles chuckled.
"Hu ya. " Quick kick jumped at the Night Creeper.
Beachhead and Chuckles slowly crotched among the autopsy tables and refrigerated coolers. Chuckles pretended to stalk and shoot the cooler lockers expecting them to open with dead Cobra zombies.
"Poof!" He went as he aimed at them.
Beachhead rushed in to check Dr. Martinez's pulse.
"She still alive." He said.
"Ayude me!" Dr. Martinez pleaded.
Beachhead held her stomach with a towel he found laying around to stop the bleeding as he was calling for help. The Night Creeper hit Quick Kick and sent him into one of the cooling lockers. He drove his modern lazar katana into the locker barely missing Quick Kick.
"How rude" Quick Kick looked at the katana on the cooling locker's door and answered in a Jar Jar Binks's impression. "Messa going to get you, now!" Quick Kick tripped his opponent as Chuckles clomped him with his rifle before assisting Quick Kick by aiming his weapon at the assailant.
"Drop your weapon." Ordered Chuckles .
"Yea, Reach for the skies, Partner!" Quick Kick said imitating John Wayne.
"Good job, men!" Beachhead responded.
"Messa always happy to help."
"I think ." Beachhead frowned. "Let's get Dr. Culebra, some assistance."
"Please, help me!" She muttered as she was lifted by paramedics.
As the paramedics took the good former Cobra doctor, Dr. Culebra away, Beachhead looked at the file they found on the Night Creeper they had caught. Quickly, Beachhead searched the falling assailant for hidden weapons. As he searched the ninja, Beachhead uncovered a hit list having details about former Cobras. He quickly called Joe headquarters.
" General Hawk, sir, this is Beachhead, we stopped a would-be assassin from killing Dr. Martinez, alias Culebra. It was a Night Creeper with a hit list of ex-snakes. I am bringing my men back to headquarters with the prisoner to interrogated. Dr. Martinez, alias Culebra was stabbed and maybe in critical condition since she just entered the operating room to stop the bleeding. So far, she is alive. We are waiting for the local police to arrive to place armed guards in case another Cobra clown tries again."
"Great, Bring that clown in." Hawk encouraged.
Back at Joes Headquarters, the captured Night Creeper was tied to a chair and being questioned by his captors .
"Tell us about why you were sent to kill Dr. Culebra!" demanded Beachhead from the prisoner. The Night Creeper remained silent giving Beachhead angry surly looks. Quick Kick went up to the Night Creeper's face saying we have ways to make you talk in a fake German accent.
"F*** you, you dumb ch***!" Snapped the Night Creeper.
" That would be F*** you, you dumb Mister J**. They call me Mister J**." Quick Kick responded talking like Pumbaa the wart hog. "Actually, they just call me Quick Kick."
"Tsk! Tsk! Language !" Scolded Beach head .
"Shut you, D*** head, stupid gay B***h head!" The Night Creeper insulted.
"Flattery will get you nowhere." Beach head mocked as Chuckles laughed as he pushed some soap in the Night Creeper's mouth.
"Do you want some more or some hand sanitizer to go along with it?" Chuckled Chuckles as the Night Creeper cursed and spluttered out the soap.
"Tell us why?"
Night Creeper just stared as if looking at the wall from a distance.
"Why did you try to kill Dr. Culebra?" repeated Beachhead.
"She is an idiot and a traitor to Cobra! All traitors and deserters deserved nothing, but death! Death to all! Cobra !"
Deep in the Paris sewers, a gathering is forming, a cult of some sort in the Paris catacombs. The shouts can be heard from the streets above.
"Cobra! Cobra!"