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A week after the congratulations ceremony, the Joe's intel team is doing it's normal rounds. Stalker and Lady-Jaye are going over reports from various countries concerning possible Cobra sightings, they hear Scarlett tell them the coffee is done. "Great, thanks... want some, Stalker?" Lady-Jaye asked while walking over.

"In a sec; i think... aw yeah, baby!" He says aloud, which won't be the only time this week.

"Meaning?" She asks next with a bemused expression, while Scarlett removes her headphones and stands to see him holding some sheets.

"There's a good chance of Cobra doing or having something in the Karakum desert." He says, and lays the papers down. "See, this first one is of some Ferret and Stinger tracks going across their border with Iran, along with some that seem to indicate a three wheeler."

"Three? Some new A.T.V.?" Lady-Jaye asks.

"Don't think so; the men who found the tracks said they were each a little over 1 foot wide." Stalker replied, then showed them a second paper. "This next one is about Moray's in a standard guard formation for subs in the Caspian sea; while the third here is about two times that some Stingers were guarding a convoy southward entering Uzbekistan." The two women re-read the papers, and nod. "According to the latter, they were both spotted on a month apart, and the date in question is four days from now."

"There have been a few snake sightings coinciding with mysterious robberies in each point of origin, too... could be a connection, I'll go let The Colonel know." Scarlett tells them, and rushes off.

Eight minutes later, everyone is in the briefing room. Col. Sharp informs them of Stalker's find. "Joes, i have just been informed of a Cobra meeting place of some sort in Turkmenistan. The most likely purpose of the location is for storing stolen valuables, and we think that they go there the 2nd of every month, which means we have only four days in which to intercept the next shipment. The three of us have decided to send the following: Cover-Girl, Gung-Ho, Dusty, Thunder, and Cross-Country along with a fireteam of Green-shirts. Are there any questions?"

Airtight raises a hand. "You said Turkmenistan right, isn't that in Soviet territory?"

"It is, but they're allowing our entry due to what we've both been through last week on the condition that we take one of their officers along to supervise." The Colonel explains, and asks if there were any more questions.

"Ah gots one, sir." Cross-Country says. "Suppose we be needin' us sum air cover o'er dere?"

Col. Sharp thinks for a second before speaking again. "Any of our pilots wish to accompany them?" He asked, and sees Ace stand.

"I'm all in, sir."

"Then move out."

The eight of them head off. "Yo, Joe!"


Two days pass following the successful raid before Duke arrives in a V.A.M.P. with Roadblock and Col. Brekhov, along with an Oktober Guard APC. They greet Dusty, Gung-Ho, and most of the Greens, and head in to the tunnel to find the rest of the squad lounging around in a room with steel walls. "Whoa, the snakes sure went overboard setting up this hoard." Roadblock says aloud as he and Duke watch Cover-Girl and Cross-Country resting together, the former wearing a few necklaces and rings, while Green-shirts Nash and Gonsalves are having a mock sword fight.

Duke taps a foot before Thunder notices him. "Uh-oh; you-you people ought to be ashamed of yourselves... hanging with Shipwreck too much, that's their problem." He says aloud, only to turn his gaze to his feet after Duke takes the crown he had on while Col. Brekhov snickers a bit.

"Alright you had your fun, now drop the goods so we can take 'em back where they belong." The 2IC ordered while pointing his thumb to the exit.


At the Dept. of Social Services in Pleasant Cove*, Mrs. Harris is hanging up the phone when she turns to greet a customer, only to gasp when she sees the person's familiar uniform. "Everyone down; Evan, call the-" She starts to shout, only for the person to hold his hands up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. We're not here to bail you folks up! See, Cobra's gone broke. Fair dinkum." Major Bludd tells everybody while pointing to the people behind him.

"B-but your-your uniforms." She says as she peeks over the counter, noticing nothing but blue leading all the way outside.

"Only those pillocks from Extensive are allowed to have plain clothes." Blue-shirt 2688 explained.


In one of the residential levels of Cobra-La, The Commander (now without his head covering and 20 pounds heavier) is laying on his side, tearing at the leg of some animal when Pythona shows up.

"His Majesty wishes to know how long you intend to sulk about." She tells him, noting the pile of bones and lilypads tossed about.

"Bah, forget the invasion!" He says, swaying the leg back and forth before stuffing himself again. "Hust Rhet foush Wemmows**... spend themselves to extinction, that'll show them not to be so dependent on all that paper and metal."

With a growl, Pythona swings an arm, melting The Commanders food with the acid from her nails. "You suggest such a thing again, and what's left of your face will be next." The Commander gulps and sits up. "Our psionic monitors have detected that the one you call Firefly has some ideas that will put your forces back to work; but it requires you to be present."

"Me?" He asks while poking himself in the gut. "I can't go anywhere like this."

"True; but much easier to fix."

"Really, how?" He asked, much to his regret a few minutes later when being chased by a snake/slug, five smaller organisms, and Nemesis Enforcer.


A day later, Zartan has accepted Cobra Commander's offer and reactivates his stronghold's disguise before turning to the Baroness. "Still, i have to wonder why you of all people would pick that type of music for this scheme." The former says to her.

"Am i to understand that you didn't give her this idea?" Destro asks him after looking at the two a few times.

"She must have. I prefer Jazz, to be honest." Zartan told him, causing all three to stare at her.

"Ok, i admit it... i listen to rock vhen you're not around, Destro. Can ve just get this over vith?"


Over at Joe H.Q., after Bazooka's "stray shot", Gung-Ho and Lady-Jaye both resurface. "Whut gist happened?" The former asks while rubbing his welt.

After taking the golf ball back from Alpine, he gives it to Lady-Jaye, who climbs out of the pool. "Next time, wait till the pool's empty!" She says as she tosses it back, only to see Snow-Job giving a thumbs up before running away like the other three. "What was that abo... ut?" She asks Barbecue and Alpine, only to see them gawk at her before the former pulls his toque blanche down to hide his whole head.

"I didb't fee anyfhen, Aady-Vaye; no fhiree bob!"

Lady-Jaye then hears Gung-Ho trying to get her attention and sees him motioning down while also covering his eyes. When she doesn't notice anything unusual on the ground, she glances at herself to find that her bikini must have slid down to her waist when she was knocked off the float. She instantly lets out a shriek while covering herself with her arms and jumps back in, then tells him to hold the float up so she can make herself decent again.

"That was a pretty good shot after all." Alpine said aloud.

"Shut up, you big fat jerk-face pervert!"


In Col. Sharp's Office, he is working on some forms when his phone rings. "Col. Sharp here." He says before standing up. He gets some binoculars and looks out his window to see Shipwreck, Footloose, and Breaker speeding away in the distance.


Chapter fifteen.

*No proof the DoSS was here, or that either Major Bludd or pre-movie Mercer were inside.

**Just let those mammals...