Well, managed to squeeze in fun writing time! Yay! Might be the final update for a while(even if its more of a teaser…)…depends on when I finish my papers. Because when my papers are finished, I will be sending my laptop back to the company.(If you don't know, I broke my laptop screen and it's rather hard to use.)

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"Yes, all the Joes are here. I don't see why we just can't attack them here." The hologram complained to Destro.

"Don't. This may take longer, it is guaranteed to work. Give me five more hours." He said as Zartan—posing as the president—rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Five? I'll have to see what I can do." Zartan said before shutting his side down, causing his image to disappear. Destro turned his chair to face a large spread of control panels and monitors with various displays. Tapping a few keys, flipping a switch or so and he had several green lights blinking on one monitor. On one end as he manipulated a joy-stick and pressed buttons, a new technology was invading the Joe's base.

Molding out of the two jet's twisted metal of various places, spider like robots crawled across the ground in rapid waves. About two hundred from each jet, adding to a staggering amount of four hundred mini-attackers, there would have been more but the fires and damage killed a large majority. The waves spread out as small groups peeled off and scaled the walls, targeting the cameras and sensors that had been set up after the area was dubbed off-limits. Each tiny bot was a super computer, so they easily freeze framed the area for anyone viewing it on a computer.

Once the entire place was free for the mice to play, they broke into more groups and parted down the halls. Some reached the main controls, others attacked the weapons board, they blocked all incoming information, downloaded viruses, stole data, switched files and wrecked complete havoc on their technology.

Once the main targets were crossed off, they went for the jets and carrier crafts. Corrupting their completely digital systems and readers, mixing maps; infecting beyond hopes of repair. Another target taken down; personal technology was hacked, phone receivers scrambled past comprehension, holograms manipulated. If it could, it would and was.

Once complete, they returned to their Trojan horse after un-freezing the camera and sensors. All would look normal to the Joes when they returned, nothing would ever be suspected. That is, until the time was right. Whatever time Cobra wished, they could completely crash the Joes. After many died, all went to hell and they were trapped in the underground base called the Pit; the hundreds of little bot were set to blow a hole the size of Wyoming in the Egyptian desert and Africa as the death blow. Fool proof, Joe proof, fail proof. Speaking of fail; the fail-safe was the same as the final blow. There would be no avoiding their doom this time.

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"I am not a man to be trifled with." Cobra Commander growled in aggravation at the shadowed woman.

"As I am a woman not to be cheated. I know your scheme; I have seen what happens to the people that join your little...whatever this play club is." The rather attractive woman said in disgust. Cobra made a move to stand and threaten her in some way as a blade slipped under his throat. He moved his eyes under his mask to see a shadowed figure; oh how he hated not being able to see his enemy's face. Cobra sent him an unseen glare before sitting back down and the blade pulled out of the light, back into the shadows.

"So, as I was saying; I planned this attack, given you the blue prints to our attack-bots, and even more man power. And all this for just one request." The woman pulled out and nail file and began rubbing it against her nails. She flipped her blonde hair slightly so kept her eyes from his viewing.

"And just what would that be?" The Commander was growing tired of her, quickly.

"Make sure a friend of mine dies. As in, completely. Never to live not even in the after life." She Smirked.