Chapter 5: All Tied Up and Nowhere to Go
Duke had asked a most appropriate question. Exactly where was Flint? That is what the man himself was trying to figure out as he came to in darkness. He wanted to rub his head, which ached worse than any hangover ever did. However, his arms were wrenched behind his back, cuffed at the wrists. He struggled for a moment, trying to free himself, but to no avail. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and he saw he was in a 6x6 stone-walled cell, propped unceremoniously against one wall. His head and heart pounding from his recent exertions, Flint rested a moment and tried to remember what had led up to this unfortunate predicament.
He had been on his way to meet Lady Jaye at a bar in a district notoriously frequented by COBRA agents. Something was cooking with the snake people, and they had received an intelligence lead about said bar. He was a bit early, so he popped into health food store and restaurant and ordered a yogurt fruit smoothie. Suddenly, Lady Jaye walked in. That was odd, considering she always refused to join him in such places. No tofu and alfalfa sprouts for her. If it were in any way healthy, she would have been entirely carnivorous. He watched as she scanned the joint, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.
"Flint!" she cried, walking toward him. There had been something different about her walk, a little more masculine, a little more unsteady on the high- heeled boots she insisted on wearing. "We don't need to do this. Cobra Commander has been caught!"
In his excitement at such news he knocked over his smoothie, the red liquid spreading out over the wicker table. It was the last thing he remembered—except for the part where he followed Lady Jaye out of the building, followed her around the corner, followed her down a dark alley, became surrounded by Zartan's Dreadnoks, saw Lady Jaye rip off her face to reveal the two-toned countenance of Zartan, fought for his life, getting in a few lucky punches and kicks, and felt something explode in the back of his head while hearing the stereo-amplified laughter of the vicious master- of-disguise.
And now he was here. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but he had a feeling he wasn't in Kansas anymore. Come to think of it, he hadn't been back home in awhile. Maybe when this was over, he and Lady Jaye could...but that wasn't important now. He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
Duke had asked a most appropriate question. Exactly where was Flint? That is what the man himself was trying to figure out as he came to in darkness. He wanted to rub his head, which ached worse than any hangover ever did. However, his arms were wrenched behind his back, cuffed at the wrists. He struggled for a moment, trying to free himself, but to no avail. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and he saw he was in a 6x6 stone-walled cell, propped unceremoniously against one wall. His head and heart pounding from his recent exertions, Flint rested a moment and tried to remember what had led up to this unfortunate predicament.
He had been on his way to meet Lady Jaye at a bar in a district notoriously frequented by COBRA agents. Something was cooking with the snake people, and they had received an intelligence lead about said bar. He was a bit early, so he popped into health food store and restaurant and ordered a yogurt fruit smoothie. Suddenly, Lady Jaye walked in. That was odd, considering she always refused to join him in such places. No tofu and alfalfa sprouts for her. If it were in any way healthy, she would have been entirely carnivorous. He watched as she scanned the joint, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.
"Flint!" she cried, walking toward him. There had been something different about her walk, a little more masculine, a little more unsteady on the high- heeled boots she insisted on wearing. "We don't need to do this. Cobra Commander has been caught!"
In his excitement at such news he knocked over his smoothie, the red liquid spreading out over the wicker table. It was the last thing he remembered—except for the part where he followed Lady Jaye out of the building, followed her around the corner, followed her down a dark alley, became surrounded by Zartan's Dreadnoks, saw Lady Jaye rip off her face to reveal the two-toned countenance of Zartan, fought for his life, getting in a few lucky punches and kicks, and felt something explode in the back of his head while hearing the stereo-amplified laughter of the vicious master- of-disguise.
And now he was here. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but he had a feeling he wasn't in Kansas anymore. Come to think of it, he hadn't been back home in awhile. Maybe when this was over, he and Lady Jaye could...but that wasn't important now. He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.