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Jinx and I didn't get on well. Whatever I did when Storm or Snake taught me during training, she would roll her eyes then show me how it was "properly" done. I tried to not let her get to me but it was proving hard. Pretty soon I just stuck to training with Duke, Block and Scarlet.

Jaye joined our shooting sessions and I always had a great time, talking about something important or nothing of remote interest at all. Great times. Flint and I were good, he liked to wrestle and would often ask for a few rounds in the ring, which I would always accept. He didn't quite understand that I was genetically enhanced so every time, he'd get his butt handed to him.

Progress with the Cobra problem was slow. At first it looked great, Breaker was looking into several signals all around the world then on day three, they just all stopped. He couldn't understand it and neither could I. Cobra wanted a show, so why wasn't he playing chase?

Then there was Sabrina. I asked Breaker if there was any way to reverse what had been done but he didn't sound too positive about it. He said that reversing it could cause more pain and strain to the subject, which in turn could kill them. There was only one other way. I would have to either convince Sabrina I wasn't her enemy or kill her.

Then there was another problem. Eric. The guy just didn't know how to take a hint. Even when I had hit him in the face he wouldn't back off. He thought I was trying to play hard to get, I just wanted him to back the hell off. It had got to the point where I was locking my door at night. When he kept on trying to get in, I bunked with Jaye.

The guys offered to kill him for me. I literally had to block the door and point blank refuse to move until they had promised me that they would lift a finger against Eric. The last thing we needed was a bloody murder.

So I sat alone in my room, meditating. I was trying to think of what to do but apparently when I was undergoing treatment, Commander hadn't thought to accelerate my intelligence levels. Stupid jerk. My meditation was interrupted when Breaker flung my door open. "You need to come and see this." Instantly I was on my feet and following him. He lead me to the bridge where the big screen was filled with an image of terrified citizens running away from strange half human half animal creatures. Commander's voice spoke clearly, making me flinch but instantly a warm hand was on my shoulder. I knew it was Snake Eyes.

"Citizens of the world. You are hearing the Commander of Cobra, a group of revolutionaries intent on bringing security and order to this world. You have my solemn word that no one shall be harmed as long as your world leaders transfer all power to me. If not then they shall suffer the price of their cowardice and greed through blood. Too long have we lived in fear of our lives, surrounded by darkness, lies and deceit. Cobra can bring world unification and security to your lives. We are dedicated to healing all wounds this world has ever suffered."

"Lying piece of…" Scarlet hit Rip to shut him up.

"My genetically enhanced army will harm no innocent being. They are loyal to my command and will help to bring justice to those who have longed escaped it. Leaders of the world, you have forty eight hours to comply. Publically announce your abdication and submit all powers and control over your states to me. Forty eight hours. The clock is ticking." There was a brief rush of static before his voice returned, just as dark and menacing as before. "G.I Joe, I am now speaking only to you. You think you can defeat me but so far, you have failed. This is inevitable. Nothing can be done to save the world leaders, not one of you could ever hope to protect them from my new genetically modified and enhanced army."

"You wanna bet?" Roadblock growled, cracking his knuckles.

"Subject Forty-Three, I thank you. Your information has been…most useful. I am truly sorry for your sacrifice. Believe me, it was not in vain." With that the line went dead.

"Huh?" Suddenly I had two blades in front of me. One, held by Jinx, was directed to my throat. The second, held by Snake Eyes, was blocking it. "But…he's lying! I didn't tell him anything." Everyone just stared at me. "I'm not lying." I narrowed my eyes, pushing both swords away from me. "I would never betray you." I looked directly at Hawk who clenched his jaw, betrayal stressed into his eyes. I looked around to everyone, shocked to find similar expressions on all of their faces.

"Take her to a cell. Lock her up." Two Joes grabbed my arms and upon instant I fought back, lifting them up and planted them into the ground.

"No one's taking me anywhere. I'm innocent." I spat, fury burning in my chest like a furnace. "Why would you believe him over me?" I pointed to the screen but I was point blank ignored. I was forcibly restrained and dragged away, though I shouted and fought most of the way. In the end I gave in, not actually wanting to hurt anyone.

I allowed them to take me to a secure holding, basically a small room with only a board attached to the wall for a bed. The door swung shut behind me and hissed as the mechanisms locked into place. Instantly I punched the wall with a strangled yell, wincing as I broke my hand but the bones all knitted together within the space of minutes. "Ouch." I winced then sat down on the floor, crossing my legs.

Meditation calmed me down. I seem to be doing that a lot recently. However, all I could see was the distinct smirk on Jinx's satisfied face as she walked over to Snake then placed her hand on his chest. How dare she be intimate with him!

I had no idea why it bother me so much but I shoved it aside, muttering under my breath. Hours flickered by, turning into minutes thanks to the deep meditation I was in. I revisited the void, drawing back more memories. I had to know, had the Commander implanted another chip into me without me knowing? One that somehow recorded information digested into my mind?

Technically I could just break out of here but that would hardly prove that I was innocent, would it? So I only had one choice. Sit and wait. It sucked to high heaven. Even the meditating was beginning to wear down my patience. I needed to be out there with my team. They would need my help.

Though it did hurt that they had just believed I was a traitor just like that. Was I that disposable? They didn't even bother to hear my side of the story. Cobra Commander was a sadistic manipulator, he was using them and turning them against me, their strongest asset who was the only one who could take on his new pets and survive without a scratch.

I had almost managed to fade into sleep when I heard the door being ripped open. Immediately I was on my feet, fists raised in a boxing stance to defend myself. The three men rushed inside, guns aimed but I had already leaped up into the air and landed on their shoulders for balance.

Reaching down I grabbed two guns and literally crushed them in my hands, squashing the metal before flipping down over my head, moving to slam all three of them into walls as they cried out in shock and anger. "Kill her!"

"Now boys, let's not be too hasty." I called then ducked under a swing which one of the disarmed men aimed at me. "Okay then. Have it your way." I slapped aside the last gun, twisting it out of his grip then knocked him out with a blow across the face, twisting and lowering myself down to then sweep both men out from under their feet, flooring them. "I'm not your enemy. Tell Hawk I'll be back once Cobra are brought down." With that I knocked them out then leaped out of my cell.

I had to be fast, it wouldn't be long before the alarm was raised. Just as I made it out of the detention level, sirens began to blare. "Oh that's just fantastic!" I cussed aloud then continued in my escape. Hammering feet were coming at me from ahead so I took a sharp turn to the left, heading towards the mess hall.

With everyone out to bring me down, I had little choice but to fight. I didn't want to though, the last thing I wanted was to hurt someone. Ahead of me a squad of gunmen cut me off and took aim. They were ordered to kill? A tad bit much, don't you think Hawk?

With all my power I sprang to the right, back into the corridor as the bullets sprayed at the wall, marring its smooth surface with hundreds of bullet holes which continued to cut off my escape. With the roar of firearms in my ears I didn't heard the soft footsteps as they approached me. I only realised he was standing next to me when a smooth blade was pressed into my neck. Going perfectly still I exhaled then slowly and very carefully, began to turn my head. When I saw who it was, I sighed with relief and relaxed, smiling slightly. "Snake!" He tilted his head to the side, regarding me. At least he wouldn't kill me. His morals went against it. I was at least now a little bit safer.

I hated not being able to see into his eyes. I didn't know if he was looking at me with hate, scorn or distrust, I had no idea what he was thinking. "Snake Eyes…it's not what you think." I whispered to him, trying my best to keep the desperation out of my voice. There was a brief moment when I thought he didn't believe me and my heart hammered in my chest.

Then all at once he pulled back his blade then inclined his head back the way I had just came. Not having much choice, I followed him. I noticed that the cameras were down, the red lights empty like a sleeping eye. "Snake, you don't believe I'm innocent, do you?" I didn't bother covering up my hurt. When he didn't answer, I looked away with a pained expression.

Snake Eyes led me to a flight of stairs which we raced up, covering three steps at a time before he stopped before a heavy looking metal door and began to spin the wheel, unlocking it. He swung it open then jerked his head through roughly, telling me to get lost.

I stood there, unsure what to say. How could he believe I had told Cobra our secrets? This was my home, the only home I had. Now I was nobody and I had nothing. I was nothing. "Snake…" He didn't want to hear it. He grabbed my shoulder and forced me through, giving me a hard push before slamming the door shut behind me. Ahead of me stood a helicopter, alone at the top of the base.

He'd planned it all out for me. At least he cared enough to not want me trapped in that cell. Perhaps he expected me to go running to Commander, where apparently my true loyalties lay. I didn't take the helicopter. If I did then Hawk would know for definite that I had been assisted in my escape.

Instead I went to the rocks and looked down. It was a long way to dive, if any other person dared jumped they would likely be killed, either from impact or by the sharp rocks the powerful waves rolled against. I wasn't that desperate.

I began to climb down the cliff face, crawling like a little spider to get around to the jets. If I was going to get out of here, I needed speed. Dangling precariously over the edge of the bay, I began to inch around before I managed to squeeze through a ventilation shaft, the one where I had often sat in from the other side to get some air. I wasn't going to grab a jet yet, though. I wanted a few things for supplies.

My suit.

The fan rolled smoothly with rhythmic beats, too fast for me to squeeze through. I spun around, glancing through before slamming my foot into one of the leaves of the fan, bending the metal forwards. With a groan the fan clunked to a standstill, the bent metal locking it down against one of the barring panels meant to keep people from putting obstacles in the way of the ventilation. Ha.

I squeezed through, grateful for my small stature before army crawling forwards. Everyone was on high alert, searching for me. Several boats and aircraft had been taken out to search the waters for me in case I had made it that far.

Now was the moment. All those years of blending in, stealing from pockets and remaining stealthy were about to come into good use. I slipped out of the duct, glanced around then slipped smoothly around the back of some supplies shipped in for the kitchens and other units. There were several guards standing in front of them with their guns.

Silently I lay on top then began to roll, arching my head back slightly then swiped a hat from one of the men with light fingers, smirking as he didn't even twitch. I stole all four hats then stuffed them all into the netting around the crates, save for one, then moved on. I put on the cap, pulling up my shoulders as I walked out slightly into the open.

As I climbed the steps two women were whispering in hushed tones, completely focused on each other and their gossip. Wouldn't you know it, they were talking about me. One woman had her army issued jacket slung over shoulder in a loose grip, making it easy for me to walk past and pluck it softly from her fingers.

Naturally she lowered her arm, continuing her whispering as I discreetly slung the jacket on, taking a moment as I walked to twist up my hair under the cap. "Hey, I think I left my jacket at my desk. Can you come back to get it with me?" I smirked at the woman who had only just realised she didn't have her jacket.

Walking calmly along I slid into an arms room, grabbed a gun then when I exited, jogged along with a patrol who were still searching for me. "She's here somewhere, nothing's left this island. Let's find her." You-hooh! Right over here! My pace kept up with them easily but when they turned right, I broke off and continued on left towards my room where my suit remained locked in my closet.

It was completely ironic. I was breaking into my own room. There were no cameras in this section except at the entrance to the barracks, marking everyone who went in and out. This was my next challenge. Luck seemed to be on my side, however, as a team were checking in, armed to the teeth. Without a word I slipped into line, hardening my face and sucking in my lips to thin them out, changing my features ever so slightly.

This patrol went straight to my room where our leader kicked the door open with one powerful boot. "Check to see if she returned here. She'll be after her suit." He jerked his thumb and two of us went inside. I was one of them. I didn't go straight to the closet where I knew I kept my suit. Instead I checked under the bed, keeping my gun prepared to fire at all times then slipped around to the bathroom, slowly reaching for the handle before bursting through, pointing my gun before stepping in and checking behind the door and in the bath.

"She's not here sir, the closet is still locked." The guy who had come in with me called out.

"Move on. You," He pointed to me and I stood up taller and saluted him, narrowing my eyes and keeping my lips thinned, sucking in my cheeks a little also. "Stay here in case she appears. The order is subdue and capture."

"Yes sir. Understood sir." I parroted then selected a hiding place in the bathroom, sliding out of sight. When I was sure they were gone, I slipped outside, tossed off my clothes then changed into my suit. With my belt around my hips, gloves stuffed into the belt and guns in holsters, I was ready.

The suit made me feel safer already. Now for the big break for freedom. I couldn't afford to mess this up. I needed to prove I was innocent. Over my suit I slipped back on my other clothes, returning to the good soldier before leaving the room, throwing an angered look at the broken down door. He was totally going to pay for that.

With the machine gun in both hands I jogged towards the opposite end of the barracks where I knew there was a window big enough for me to squeeze through. I might have to smash it open though if it was locked. The moment I heard Ripcord's voice I dived into a closet, quietly pulling the door shut then strained my ears to listen. He was talking to Duke.

"…make any sense. Why would she sell us out?"

"I don't understand it either Rip but what are we supposed to do? If there's even the slightest possibility that Robyn is a threat, Hawk has to consider the safety of all others first."

"I can't believe you don't believe Robyn. She loves us. We're her family. This is her home. I know this is all a set up. Commander's just trying to break her off from the people she trusts."

"She hasn't helped herself by escaping. It makes her look even guiltier." Their voices began to fade away but I caught the last of what Ripcord said.

"She's just frightened…" At least I can still trust Rip. Ripcord believed me. With this new light of hope I slipped out of the broom closet then hurried to the window. It was locked so I used the butt of my gun to smash it open with firm strokes until it was open for me to hoist myself up and squeeze through. My torso had just been posted through when firm hands grabbed my legs and tried to yank me back. They were soft and not particularly strong, which meant they were a woman's. Unable to make myself kick out I struggled, using my arms to pull the rest of me through.

When I risked a glance back my eyes narrowed at Jinx who glared at me then tried to come after me, lifting herself up and pushed her legs through. I grabbed them both then tore her out, gripping her around the neck then slammed her into the wall within the space of a second. The first blow didn't knock her out but she was dazed, her mouth hanging open in shock. "That was for spitting on me." I snarled then dropped her to the ground, not trusting myself to hit her again without killing her.

She looked up at me with tight lips and hardened eyes. She knew. Without even looking back I turned and began to walk away. The soft hiss of metal cutting through the air rang in my ears and I turned, throwing my hands back to arch my back and avoid the shuriken, continuing back onto my feet before repeating as more were thrown at me. "Fight me!" Jinx screeched like a harpy, getting uneasily to her feet then ran at me. Damn, the girl doesn't know when she's outmatched.

"Fine." I gave an indifferent shrug then sidestepped, flinging my arm out then flipped her onto her back. "But you realise every time you ever beat me before, I was letting you?" She snarled and tried to get up but I was already running, hurtling around the corner.

The airfield was just a few paces away, however Jinx had raised the alarm. "There! She's there!" I was so going to punch her when I get back. Realising that I now needed to get in the air quickly, a helicopter was my only option. A jet took too long to get into position on the runway and needed the distance to gain speed, a helicopter could get straight into the air and, with the right manoeuvres, was pretty agile.

So I selected one then climbed into the cockpit, rushing through the start up as G.I Joe agents raced onto the airfield, pouring in from all pockets. Up on one of the ramparts I saw Storm Shadow. He was just watching me. As I began to lift off I saw him give a slight nod to me. Did that mean he trusted me too? I hoped it did. Between him and Ripcord, I had a few more friends I knew I could rely on.

Casting my mind to the task at hand, I guided the helicopter out and into the open skies, pushing on the speed to gain some distance. When two other choppers came chasing after me, however, I was glad Ripcord had been my teacher. He was crazy, but an air navigating genius.

With two behind and two more coming up in front from already being in the skies, I banked a hard right, pulling around them then pointed my nose down, aiming directly for the ocean. I held my breath then at the last second pulled up, growling with the effort of controlling this rather awkward machine. The flies pestering me scattered, unable to copy my movements as I flew off, heading towards the nearest landmark where I could disappear.

There was little chance of me actually loosing these guys without taking them down, I had to try and be smart about this and remember everything Ripcord had taught me. Keep moving. I dived into cloud cover, using it to give me the upper hand before shooting out unexpectedly, giving a little wild laugh as the helicopter I had cut across veered sharply away, the panicked faces visible through the windows.

When I heard the missiles being fired, I knew I was in trouble. They had two apiece, which made eight in total. Damn, if I wasn't quick and smart about this, I was sushi. Two missiles fired, basic manoeuvre…get out of the way! I gripped my joystick tightly, grunting with the effort of controlling this big metal trap as I steered out of the way of the missiles, letting them explode into the ocean with a loud boom and bright flash of flames which towered up to my side, forcing me to slide around the plume.

Two down, six to go. I tried to run circles around them, adrenaline pumping through my body with the exhilaration of this one sided battle against the farmer and the turkey. I was the turkey, if you haven't guessed. Two more missiles fired and a concession of another two quickly followed, trying to get me from both in front and behind.

Turning as tightly as I could, I got out of the way just in time before they collided with one another, causing an even larger explosion from before. I could feel the heat burning up against the glass as I powered through it, shaking slightly with relief as I made it through. Only two missiles left.

Leaving it to fate, I knew my luck would soon run out. As I cut through the path between helicopters, I didn't think that the one with the last missiles would be stupid enough to actually fire. Apparently I had underestimated the intelligence of this person.

They had fired but I was already out of the way, leaving the single missile to run into the path of one of the other helicopters who was chasing after me, meaning that it was flying straight into the missile's path. I acted without thinking.

I pulled as hard as I could on the joystick, crying out in alarm as I moved back with all haste, clenching my eyes shut. I heard the chopping of the propellers from the other chopper, meaning that we were practically side to side as the missile hit.

Moving into them sideways on they took out my back propeller, spinning me out of control with nothing to sustain me in the air. Struggling to try and rein in the descent, I glanced up to see the other chopper perfectly undamaged. That was a small success, I guess.

With no other choice I unstrapped myself and let go of the joystick, taking in a deep gulp of air as I waited for the right moment. The second the helicopter had rolled onto its side I flung open the door then dived out, pointing my hands over my head and embraced the possibility of severe pain and sudden death.

The last missile hissed through the air and the chopper blew up behind me, the heat and flames rushing at me just as I entered the water. I cut through the water then continued to swim downwards, putting some distance between myself and the debris which was about to collapse onto my head. My eyes bulged widely as I stared up above me, the bright flames billowing out like a breath of dragon fire before the remnants of my escape fell around me.

I did my best to angle out of the way but the water saved my life, slowing the descent of the heavy objects so that I had more time to swim out of the way. Once again I was grateful for being genetically enhanced, at least I could hold my breath for a while underwater, thanks to Heavy's training.

Knowing that they would soon send subs to come searching for my body, I began to swim like a fish, putting everything I loved dearly behind me to face the cold, vast expanse of the ocean before me. It reminded me of the void.