DISCLAIMER: YEAH, I DON'T OWN G.I. JOE RENEGADES. BIG SHOCKER. ENJOY!

C.C. scanned the building from across the street. Sure it looks like any other COBRA factory to an ordinary person but let's face it, C.C. isn't just any ordinary girl.

'No use going through the front and getting my ass shot off. Not to mention the number of people walking by.' C.C rounded the building, carefully to avoid security cameras, and made her way to the back. She gave an annoyed sigh.

"Oh of course the back door is reinforced with steel," she mumbled, "The only way in is with a key card."

Ironically, a man who looked like he spent WAY too much time at the office drove up in a crappy old Toyota. C.C. smirked. 'I asked, he delivered.' She walked up to the car and tapped on the window.

"Yes?" the man asked.

"Key card, now. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," she said, pointing a gun at him.

"N-No, please don't shoot! I have a wife and kid!"

"Yes, yes, and I want you to go home and get back to them. Just give me your card."

The man reluctantly gave it to her and sped away. Knowing how people are, she has about five to ten minutes tops till the police arrive.

'Ok, let's get this over with.'

"So what exactly are we looking for, Scarlett?" Duke asked, leaning on the safety rail of the roof of the COBRA weapons facility.

"Best case scenario, information. But anything could suffice at this point. Documents, equipment , technology, you name it."

"I see. Well, let's just hope we actually get something this time."

"Yeah."

Silence. An unusually awkward one at that.

"Scarlett, I-"

She turned to face him. "Yes, Duke?"

"I wanted to ask you..." he trailed off; collecting his thoughts.

"Go on," she said, coaxing him.

"I wanted to ask you if you-" but he was cut off again by Snake eyes appearing through the open door on the roof.

"Alright, we're in. Ear piece check: Tunnel-rat, you copy?"

"Yep, everything's cool in the front, despite it being 90 degrees out here!" he said, looking up from a newspaper.

"Roadblock, how about you?" she inquired.

"It's real smooth. Coyote's prepped for a quick getaway. You guys be careful in there."

The trio made their way down the the stairs; checking every corner as they progressed. They can't afford to be caught. Suddenly the alarms blared and everything was flashing red. Irony in it's purest form. "What?! How the hell did we set off the alarms?" Scarlett yelled, preparing her weapon for an attack.

"Hey, Red, what the hell is happening in there?! A bunch of cops just showed up and are clearing everyone out and around the building!" Tunnel-rat voiced over the ear piece, "You guys better get outta there!"

"On our way!" Duke hollered.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

The Joes' snapped their heads to the right to see a young woman with a backpack slung over her shoulder sprinting towards them; with COBRA soldiers not far behind her.

C.C. found a central computer mainframe and began typing away; downloading everything on a thumb drive. The second she retracted it, the alarms went off.

"Oh, you've got to be freaking kidding me!"

She picked up her bag and poked her head out of the room. A group of COBRA guards were heading towards her.

"Stop, intruder!" one of them yelled out.

C.C bolted down the hall and ran down the staircase, barely dodging incoming laser fire.

"SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled as a laser shot past her head.

She skid to a halt when she noticed three people up ahead. Two of the three she immediately recognized as Sergeant Conrad Hauser and Lieutenant Shana O'Hara. The third was a mysterious black clad ninja.

"Tch, great." C.C. murmured.

The red-head opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by laser fire. The two Joes fired their weapons while the ninja attacked with his katana. Once the guards were unconscious the sergeant spoke into the ear piece saying "Tunnel-rat, go meet up with Roadblock. We're on our way."

"Thanks for the help." he said to C.C.

The brunette nodded and started to walk off. "Eh, sure. I'd love to stay and chat but I don't plan on getting arrested any time soon."

"Wait, who are you?"

C.C. turned halfway around eyeing the Lieutenant then smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"What took you guys so long?" Roadblock asked, turning on the chameleon mode on the Coyote.

"We ran into a woman." Duke said.

"Who?" Tunnel-rat inquired.

Scarlett looked up from the laptop. "Lieutenant Christine Chandler, first class explosive specialist for the Special Forces. It says here that she was discharged about a month ago for 'failure to cooperate with the commanding officer and the theft of classified information concerning...COBRA!'"

"Well, that explains a lot." murmured Duke.

"Yes, but it would be better if we could get some answers from herself." Scarlett sighed.

Suddenly, the Coyote was jerked to a stop. "What the hell, Roadblock!?" Tunnel-rat exclaimed.

"Wasn't my fault. Miami's traffic is a pain."

Snake eyes shook his head and pointed straight ahead.

"Oh, hell. A checkpoint. The military already knows we're here." Duke grimaced.

The mute nodded and again pointed in the same direction.

"What is it?" Scarlett looked out to see various vehicles honking and people complaining about the lack of movement. About 10 cars ahead was said woman on a motorcycle. "It's her!"

C.C. straddled the motorcycle "she borrowed", impatiently waiting for cars to go through the checkpoint one by one. 'Uhhg, this can't be good.' she thought, when police officers started getting out of their squad cars and asking for I.D. 'Yep, defiantly not good.'

She casually slipped off the bike and made her way to the back of the line. 'Keep it cool, keep it cool.' she chanted to herself. She managed to pass 10 vehicles before a black glove grabbed her from behind and shoved into a giant RV. Turns out, inside looked more like an armored truck...with a bunch of fugitives in it.

"Oh, you guys again," she groaned. As an addition to the three people she met earlier, she recognized the other two as Corporal Marvin Hinton and Private First Class Nicky Lee.

"We need you to answer some questions for us." Scarlett more or less commanded.

C.C. crossed her arms. "Excuse me gingey, but from the looks of it you got a bigger problem on your hands."

"She's right. We're getting closer. Anyone got a plan?" Roadblock said.

"Listen, Christine we need your help. We can explain everything later, but we can't do that if we're behind bars." Duke pleaded.

She sighed, looking at everyone's faces. 'These guys have been on the run for what four, five months now? All on their own and they're relying on a complete stranger? Damn, COBRA screwed them good.'

"Oh, alright. Outta the way, Chewbacca." She nudged Roadblock out of the driver's seat. "Everyone get in the back and stay down." C.C. drove up to the squad cars and plastered on a fake smile.

"Good afternoon."

"Identification, please." the trooper asked.

C.C. handed him her driver's license. While he was running it through the computer, she decided to converse with the man. "So what's all the fuss exactly about, Officer?"

"National security, ma'am. Terrorist were spotted downtown."

"I see..."

He nodded and handed it back to her. "Looks clear, enjoy your day ma'am."

She drove off, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. After a few more minutes of silence, she spoke up. "I know you guys didn't blow up that facility."

"What?! How?" asked Tunnel-rat.

"I found the rest of the security feed the news didn't show. As a matter of fact, I found a lot of things about COBRA the media didn't show."

C.C. pulled up in a secluded forest. "This is my stop." She got out of the truck and started walking away.

"Hey! Wait!" Scarlett yelled.

"What?! I just saved your asses. What more do you want?"

"Answers! I looked up your file and it says you were discharged for theft of confidential information regarding COBRA. What is your issue with them?"

'Damn, this chick is annoying' C.C. thought. "It's...complicated."

"Humor me."

"Ok, then. You see this?" She whipped out the thumb drive. "This may or may not be the evidence I need to prove my theory."

"About?" Scarlett pressed on.

"That COBRA may have 'agents' on the inside."

"WHAT?!" The Joes yelled in unison.

"Ow. Could you be any louder? I don't think they heard you in China."

"Oh, crap we're really screwed now! If COBRA's got guys on the inside, they could find AND kill us faster!" Tunnel-rat shrieked.

"Whoa, whoa, T-Rat calm down. You heard what the lady said, it's just a theory, bro." Roadblock said, trying to calm him.

"That's a pretty big theory." Scarlett said skeptically.

"Whatever. Good luck running from COBRA and the military." C.C. started to walk off again.

"Hold up." Duke said.

"Jeez, what now?!"

"If you join us, maybe we can both help each other out. We both have a common enemy. You can help us clear our name and in turn we'll help you figure out what's happening on the inside. What do you say, Christine?" explained Duke.

She blinked. Again she looked at their faces eventually stopping on the masked ninja's. 'Eh? He hasn't talked the whole time I've been here. Curious.'

"C.C. Call me C.C." she said.

"Ok, C.C. I'm Duke. That's Scarlett, Tunnel-rat, Roadblock, and Snake eyes." he said, introducing the Joes.

She nodded curtly. 'Huh, looks like I'm joining a group of fugitives and a ninja. This should be fun...'