The fighting begins as the first Rubicon bursts out of the trees, fire sprouting from all directions on her. AJ maneuvers the jeep with ease as she evades the Cobra fire, Christine's Range Rover and Serena's Dodge Viper hot on her tail. Next out of the trees was Ritchie's Chevy Silverado, followed by EJ's Hummer. Ericka's Eclipse was next with Jamie's Cherokee next in line, the Skoog twins' antique mustangs, Carrie McConnell's Kawasaki Ninja, and bringing up the rear was Cheyenne's Four-runner.
Behind them, slinking out the back way was the Battle Wagon with Trinity at the helm and ready to do some damage with it.
Carson Sikorski, Blackhawk, was their eye in the sky, having commandeered a Tomahawk helicopter from the flight line under Jamie, Trini, and Ericka's careful cover fire earlier. Chelsey Wilkinson, Stealth, was flying as co-pilot, and David Larivee, Deadweight, was on board as door gunner if he was needed.
By the time that the last vehicle burst from its hiding spot, the fighting was mostly over. A few stray shots hit the cars, but the earlier, heavier vehicles had circled around and come back for another piece of the action. They continued this cat and mouse game, circling and backtracking action all the way to the base, taking out any and all opposition.
As each vehicle reached the base's outer limits, they each took off straight for their targets, like homing pigeons.
After all of the vehicles made it onto the base and began exterminating the vermin, Klutz and Hardhead circled back to the temporary base, cleaning up any unfinished business.
Moments later, the Battle Wagon sat directly in the center of the open garage doors, taking aim and firing at anything that didn't have the Joe insignia on it. There was no way for any Cobras to take cover in the garage.
Painkiller, TNT and Shortstop begin playing a kind of feline and rodent, each driving a figure eight around the other. The Cobra snipers that were in their way couldn't get a bead on any of them. The girls were too good at spoiling their aim, and the adult Joes were plainly better shots, as were the kids when they began firing weapons themselves.
After they'd liberated the machine shop, posted their own guards and then arrived at the armory, the group with Shortstop stopped and watched for a few seconds when she began slugging it out with a massive Cobra trooper. It didn't take her but a few punches and a kick or two to disable him. Grand Slam was amazed by the amount of power that she seemed to actually be holding back while she pummeled this guy.
The song blasting from the base-wide intercoms and the speakers in Jamie's Cherokee fit the situation perfectly- it was "Tuff Enuff" by the Fabulous Thunderbirds.
Shortstop turned and looked at them. "Well? Are we going to liberate this place or not?" she asked. Her left eye was turning a deep shade of purple and swelling already, but the Cobras had the problem of her not noticing the slight injury.
Apparently, the Cobras left on the base thought that the outlying areas were safe and that their outer guard would be able to stop any attacks by anyone. These bozos didn't know what hit them. It took the Joes and their kids only a half-hour to clear the base of all the reptiles that had crept in.