View Full Version : The Venom Plague
12-13-2010, 03:23 AM
WIP - this is one of the chapters. Please let me know what you think. EDIT: With the help of my friend, Zefram, I've figure out the italics on hisstank, so you can distinguish Scarlett's inner monologue from her external voice. Another chapter will be posted tonight. Thanks.
Scarlett slowly skulked down the hallway trying not to make noise. She held a flashlight in her left hand, and the steel rod she found with a sharp point in her right. She burst the flashlight quickly to get a snapshot in the direction she was headed. She couldn’t leave it on for fear of attracting attention.
‘Aim for the head’ she kept telling herself. She hoped she wouldn’t have to even try. She stopped at the next four-way intersection and hugged the right wall before the turn.
“Snake Eyes….”, she whispered again.
‘I’m calling to him like he can answer me’ She was hoping he’d find her first, hopefully unharmed.
‘No! He’s too resourceful. He’ll be fine, it’s the others I should worry about!’
Her head kept telling her Snake Eyes would be fine. Her heart, however, was filled with fear – for both his, hers, and everyone’s sakes.
She poked her head around the right turn, and burst the flashlight. Nothing but a long hallway. She did the same thing to the left with the same result.
‘Where is everyone? Why can’t I hear anything?’ She was beginning to panic.
Then, as if on cue, she heard a slow dragging sound followed by a deathly moan.
Scarlett spun around and raised the steel rod as if ready to stab someone. Her heart was racing. She was still at the four-way intersection, hugging the wall. She couldn’t tell which direction the noise came from, and at the same time was trying to remember her lessons in stealth and evasion. She was by no means a ninja, but had modest training from the one ninja she spent the most time with. The quick images of her training with him soothed her, for a moment if nothing else. Filtering through the lessons, she remembered an important one: ‘focus on the present’ she told herself.
“Snake Eyes….”, she whispered with almost no audible resonance from her lips.
Sweat poured off of her brow. She held steady not to make a sound to attract whoever, or whatever, made the sound. If it was one of her teammates, she would let him call to her. She didn’t dare burst the flashlight for fear that it wasn’t somebody she wanted to see. The last burst of light gave up her position for anyone watching, and she knew that she had to choose a route, and follow it.
She heard it again, faintly, but it was the same sound.
‘He’s moving away’ she thought in relief. She held for a moment to see if there was any more noise, but after a long pause, there was nothing. She skeptically turned to the right getting ready to move down the hallway. She was pretty sure it led north, back towards the team’s insertion point for this mission. She attempted to burst the light before she moved.
The image she saw was only for half a second. A hand grabbed her arm, and she dropped the flashlight. She only remembered seeing a Cobra uniform, and tried to violently stab her assailant.
‘In the head! In the head!’ she kept telling herself. She kept trying blow after blow before it was too late. She finally remembered it didn’t matter how much noise she made, and let out a cry of anger with the trapped air in her lungs as she wailed on her attacker’s head with the steel rod. At this point, she was using it as a blunt trauma weapon, and not a stabbing device. She missed on the last swing, and fell past the Cobra soldier, face down, onto the stone floor. The soldier fell on top of her and began to push her head to the side, as if getting ready to bite her neck. His inhuman groans added to Scarlett’s horror.
And suddenly she heard something cut the air, followed by the sound of the spurting of blood. The Cobra soldier slumped down on top of her and became motionless, during which she was trying to back away from him, kicking and swinging at anything she could strike in the complete darkness. A hand caught her wrist, and she screamed in horror. Before Scarlett could even raise her other hand to strike, a light was held on over her head.
“Snake Eyes!”, she yelled, and suddenly pieced together what just happened. She jumped into his arms and began to weep in relief. He held her close, knowing they didn’t have much time. He held the flashlight in the on position, and she looked at her attacker laying in a pool of blood courtesy of Snake Eyes’ familiar work. The dead body was wearing a tattered Cobra soldier’s uniform, which was stained with blood, and had absolutely no pupils. None of that caused as much horror as when she noticed the gunshot wounds to his chest.
‘He was shot, but was still alive!’ she thought as a chill ran down her spine. She kept inspecting the body and noticed the skin on his face was decaying. Another chill. She didn’t understand how this was possible.
“Is he dead?” she asked like a little girl. She let go of her embrace, and looked at her rescuer’s face. He wasn’t wearing his mask. The scar running down the left side of his face never looked so beautiful. Snake Eyes nodded and put his finger to his lips. He then pointed the flashlight to his forearm.
He was bitten.
“No!” Scarlett screamed, after which he covered her mouth and burst the flashlight down each corridor to make sure nothing was there. He pointed the flashlight down to subdue the light and looked at her. He smiled as he let go of her mouth.
“How long ago were you bitten?” she whispered, trying to calm herself down. Snake Eyes held up the number four – zero – minutes.
“Forty minutes. We need to get you out of here!” she exclaimed - panic in her eyes. He smiled again and shook his head ‘no’.
He stood up, took her hand and pulled her off the ground. He turned to the body and with disrespectful regard for the victim pulled the sharp stone he used as a blade out of the dead soldier’s head, wiping it on the stained Cobra uniform.
“At least try to have a little respect for the dead.” She whispered half jokingly, cracking a smile. He smiled in relief recognizing the levity was good for her.
“Do you smile this much behind your mask?” she asked him sarcastically. He silently chuckled, but quickly sombered up, pointing to his forearm, and then back in the direction she came from.
“We’re going back? To get the others?”
He nodded ‘yes’. He also pointed again to his forearm, and gave her a thumbs up.
“Ok” she whispered, “I trust you, but we’d better hurry before it’s too late. You’re not a doctor, you know!”
Snake Eyes turned and briefly burst the flashlight down the hallway once more, and then started in that direction. Scarlett had confidence in him, but kept thinking about the forearm bite, and of what fate was in store for them both.
12-13-2010, 04:16 AM
yo john that was a great read my dude thanks for posting this i love anything with zombies but this was deep i wonder whats gonna happen to snake eyes now ready to read the next chapter
12-13-2010, 04:20 AM
There are no italics on hisstank, so please bear with me.
Is that a fact?
12-13-2010, 04:23 AM
yo john that was a great read my dude thanks for posting this i love anything with zombies but this was deep i wonder whats gonna happen to snake eyes now ready to read the next chapter
Thanks, pal. I appreciate the kind words.
I'll have more up soon. I have many ideas for GI JOE short stories.
12-13-2010, 04:25 AM
Is that a fact?
You got me, I'll figure it out, thanks.
12-13-2010, 04:40 PM
“My head is killing me.” Tunnel Rat groaned as he pushed his body off the ground, and tried to focus his eyes. His head was throbbing. ‘What the heck was that stuff?’ he thought about the gas that suddenly filled the reception area when the three of them made entry.
He stood up and looked around, holding his head with one hand and bracing himself with the wall for balance with the other. He looked confused at the situation.
They were both lying on the ground motionless. Tunnel Rat stumbled over to Gung Ho and knelt to examine him.
‘He’s ok, still out from the gas. The big lug’s a lightweight.’ Tunnel Rat turned Gung Ho onto his side in the recovery position, and went over to Torpedo for the same inspection. He looked around to do a quick threat assessment with negative results. Turning his attention back to Torpedo, he began to examine the SEAL thoroughly.
‘He’s out too.’ he thought as he also placed Torpedo on his side. ‘Was that a trap? Who would know we were coming?’ And just as he thought it, a huge groan.
It was the big Cajun man. Gung Ho started to roll over and propped himself to get up.
Tunnel Rat chuckled in relief. “It’s about time you woke up. No amount of beauty sleep in the world is gonna help that face!”
“What happened?” asked Gung Ho shaking his head, recognizing Tunnel Rat’s voice.
“Well,” Tunnel Rat started, looking around analyzing the situation, “from what I can figure is that Torpedo made first entry into the room, and must have triggered some kind of booby trap…you know, since he’s a boob” Tunnel Rat turned to look at the unconscious Torpedo “no offense.” He turned his attention back to Gung Ho “By the time the two of us were in the room we inhaled as much of the gas as he did before we passed out. Judging from the way I felt when I came to I figure it’s some kind of fentanyl derivative incapacitating agent. You feel ok, big man?”
“I’m good.” Gung Ho was trying to focus, “Did you see anything before you blacked out?”
“Nada. And it’s weird, almost like this place is abandoned. No, abandoned ain’t the right word either.” Tunnel Rat was struggling trying to make sense of the situation, shaking his head while looking around. “I’d say Duke’s intel on this was wrong if I didn’t see that Cobra soldier walking around outside before we came in. He didn’t even have a rifle! I tell you, Devil-Dog, something ain’t stirring the Kool Aid.”
They both looked around for clues as to what was going on.
“Please shut up, for five minutes.” It was a soft, pained, and annoyed voice coming from Torpedo. “Your voice echoes down all these corridors, it’s amazing that all of Cobra doesn’t know we’re here.” He was moving trying to sit up.
“Fish Face!” Tunnel Rat went over to tend to him. He helped prop Torpedo against the wall. Gung Ho was holding perimeter and inspecting something at the desk in the foyer.
“Please leave me alone, I’m fine.” Torpedo looked agitated as usual. He started to focus and looked around “Any word from Scarlett?”
“Nothing. Her and Snake Eyes inserted at Foxtrot as planned and have kept radio silence. We should still have Wild Bill and Rock N’ Roll at the extraction point at dawn. That’s five of us inside the complex.”
Torpedo looked at him with his pale cold eyes while Tunnel Rat was explaining what he already knew. He panned away and noticed blood seeping out from the bottom of a door.
“Blood” Torpedo gestured, his level of agitation subsiding because he was focused on something. Torpedo was easily annoyed at things. He believed that all members of the Joe team should be as professional as possible. Torpedo was cold, and calculating, and it made him a competent soldier. When he focused, however, all emotions were gone. The mission and his teammates were his first concerns.
It was coming from a closet.
Tunnel Rat grabbed his submachine gun and pointed it at the closet door, while Gung Ho moved over to the side of the closet. Torpedo knelt up, still dizzy, and grabbed his suppressed weapon as well. The blood was dribbling out the bottom of the door. Torpedo made eye contact with Gung Ho, and he also nodded back. Gung Ho opened the door.
Two bodies, wearing white gowns slumped out hitting the floor. ‘Scientists’ thought Torpedo. Both remained motionless, however, the one was noticeably torn apart. He looked as if he was being eaten.
“That smells horrible” Tunnel Rat broke silence. “The one guy looks like my dog was chewing on him.” He moved in closer for inspection, and reached down to turn the second body over.
“Careful!” Torpedo quietly interrupted.
“I’m always careful, Squid-Kid.” And just as he said it, the body reached up and grabbed his arm.
The body let out an awful moan, and was pulling Tunnel Rat’s arm trying to get closer to it. A Cobra logo was clearly visible from under the lab coat. His eyes were missing pupils, and it was trying to bite Tunnel Rat. He pulled back but the scientist still had his arm. Luckily, Gung Ho had his machete.
The arm was severed with one swing of Gung Ho’s heavy blade. The scientist made no acknowledgement of pain, and kept moving forward. Tunnel Rat scurried backwards towards the wall, and as soon as there was room, Torpedo opened fire hitting the crawling scientist in the neck, back and arm. He didn’t stop crawling, and was getting up moving in his original direction.
‘Not effective enough’ Torpedo thought. ‘We must disable his central nervous system.’
“Aim for the head!” and just as he said it, Gung Ho’s machete burrowed deep into the scientists forehead. The Cajun commando was as deadly as he was big. The body slumped to the ground and kept still.
“He’s dead.” Said Gung Ho standing over the body, like a predator over it’s prey. He eyes were fixed on the body, waiting for it to move again. He didn't entirely believe what he just said.
Torpedo stood up, as did Tunnel Rat. They looked at each other, and then at Gung Ho.
“We need to get the others and get out of here, we’re not prepared for this. It’s like a horror movie, but we’re in it.” He said with conviction as he wiped the bloodied blade off and returned it to its sheath. He turned to Torpedo. “Torpedo, what’s the plan?”
Gung Ho always went through the chain of command, but he always sternly recommended to his officers what commands to give, especially when he knew he was right. Torpedo looked at Gung Ho and agreed with him. “We’ll do what you just said. Tunnel Rat, get on the radio and get to Scarlett. Advise to abort mission, and fall back to the rendezvouz point for movement to extraction.” Torpedo fixed his attention to Tunnel Rat’s arm. “And take care of....that.”
Tunnel Rat, looked at his arm and saw that the scientist’s hand was still gripped around his own wrist. Tunnel Rat jumped and let out a squeamish shrill and started shaking his arm until the hand fell off. He looked up at Torpedo, who was shaking his head.
“What?” Tunnel Rat exclaimed, embarrassed and startled. He was speechless for a moment, and then took out his radio, and began transmission. Torpedo was trying to piece things together, and looked at Gung Ho who was inspecting the bodies.
Gung Ho looked down and then looked around.
“What is it?” Torpedo asked.
“This guy was eating that guy.” Gung Ho began. “I think they both hid in the closet from someone, or something, and then….”
The second, half eaten body jumped on Gung Ho’s back, and sunk his teeth into his neck. Gung Ho screamed, and Torpedo raised his weapon trying to aim at its head. He couldn’t get a clear shot because the big man was trying to swing the body off.
Thwap Thwap Thwap. It was the sound of a suppressed submachine gun. The body slumped off Gung Ho, and he turned and kicked it away while holding his wound. Both of them turned and looked at Tunnel Rat, weapon raised, smoke leaving the barrel. They all stood motionless.
“You ok?” Tunnel Rat broke the silence, half in horror.
“He bit me!” Gung Ho said, in anger. He kicked the body again.
Torpedo, piecing things together, turned to the two of them. “We need to get out of here NOW. Gung Ho, we have to get you medical attention, asap.” Both of them knew that the bite wasn’t good, and they suspected the worst. “Tunnel Rat, any word from Scarlett?”
“Negative. She’s wasn’t answering.”
Tunnel Rat moved over to Gung Ho and helped him sit so that he could inspect the wound. Tunnel Rat took out his medical gear and began to clean it and apply a field dressing.
“Hurry, Tunnel Rat. I don’t think we have much time. We have to find the others and get out of here.”
Tunnel Rat nodded, and worked on Gung Ho as quickly as he could.
12-13-2010, 10:18 PM
“You idiots! How many times have I told you to be careful with the cargo!” Zartan yelled at all of them as if they were little children. As far as he was concerned, they were good for destroying everything, which is why he kept them around.
“What are you talkin’ about, Zartan? We’re loadin’ the stuff, just like you said.” Buzzer was the group’s voice when trying to explain themselves to Zartan. He was the smartest of the Dreadnoks, being a former Cambridge scholar.
“If you morons break even one vial of that stuff, we’re getting double billed for it!” Zartan thought about what his life would be without the Dreadnoks. He was glad to have them, but at the same time they brought him a lot of headaches. They also brought in a lot of money. “Ripper, how’d you get that crate open?! You open everything! Put down that vial, close the crate and get back to work. We have to get everything loaded onto the hydrofoil so we can get out of here.”
It was as if he knew what was going to happen.
Ripper dropped the vial, as if on cue. The liquid immediately vaporized, and when there was no dust visible, all that was left was Ripper coughing.
“You idiot! You are now infected with the venom!” Zartan couldn’t believe it. This was going to cost him. “I’m taking this out of your cut!” Ripper’s cough was almost subsided, and he looked at Zartan.
“Am I a goner, Zartan?” He had a panicked look, one that was searching for Zartan to fix things.
“If I didn’t think that you were worth a damn, I’d throw you in the tunnel with the others and leave you to fend for yourself!” Ripper looked a little upset at that last comment. Zartan had a sudden guilt trip at what he had just said “I suppose that you’ll make me money in the long run. Come here!”
“Oh thank you, Zartan.” Ripper ran over, like a puppy seeking his master’s approval.
Zartan rolled his eyes. “Luckily for you, there’s an antidote.” Zartan was already prepping the needle. “Sit down.”
Ripper always trusted Zartan and the rest of the Dreadnoks. They were the only family he’s ever known. Plus, they liked destroying things as much as he did. The mercenary business was good, and Ripper liked the freedom Zartan gave him to do his job.
“There. Now go handcuff yourself to the hydrofoil.”
“Why, Zartan?” Ripper seemed perplexed.
“Because, although Destro said the antidote would work, I don’t trust that you still won’t turn into one of those….things. If after four hours you’re still normal,” Zartan looked at him carefully, “normal for you, we’ll let you go.”
“Ok, Zartan. If you say so.” Ripper ran off to do as he was told.
“I don’t get it Zartan, if this stuff has an antidote, what good is it?” Torch asked as Ripper ran off.
“Because the antidote is going to be worth a fortune.” Zartan thought about it for a second. “How many of the crates marked ‘antidote’ are there?”
Torch counted them up. “Fifty.”
“Leave ten of them here in the boathouse. I’ll tell Destro we lost some of the shipment. We’ll blame it on the Joes. After this is all over, we’ll come back and get them.”
“Zartan, if Ripper got infected by the stuff, why ain’t we gettin’ the antidote? Isn’t the virus an airborne virus” Buzzer asked, curiously concerned.
Zartan was always impressed with Buzzer. He always asked intelligent questions. Having said that, he always kept an eye on what Buzzer did, being the smartest of the three. He began to explain “The virus is rendered inert within seconds after it comes in contact with oxygen. It can survive inside a host body for quite some time, thus why I had to give Ripper the antidote. We were all too far away from Ripper when he broke the vial, so only he was exposed to the virus long enough for it to get into his bloodstream. It then affects the central nervous system, turning him into one of those insatiable….things. Besides, you’ll see symptoms before you turn. Pale white skin, low body temperature, affected neuromuscular coordination. If any of that starts to show, I’ll give you a dose of the antidote. I don’t want to waste any.”
Buzzer and Torch looked at each other and just seemed to accept what Zartan was saying. “Alright, Zartan, but if I turn I’m coming after you first.” Buzzer said half joking, half serious.
“I wouldn’t doubt it. Oh, and if we do come in contact with one of those things, remember, aim for the head. You have to disable the central nervous system.”
“The head, got it.” Torch accepted Zartan’s advice. He turned towards the pier and yelled towards Ripper, “Hey Ripper, if you start to turn into one of them things, shoot yourself in the head!” Torch yelled to Ripper.
“If that’s what Zartan wants….” Ripper yelled back from the hydrofoil’s deck where he cuffed himself.
‘Idiots’ Zartan thought.
12-14-2010, 02:19 AM
Snake Eyes and Scarlett made their way down the dark corridor. Scarlett held onto Snake Eyes’ belt, since his was “feeling” his way back to the laboratory. He held the steel rod in his right hand, the flashlight in the other.
Scarlett was worried about the bite on his forearm. It was all she could think of. She knew that if he didn’t get help soon, he would become one of them.
A deep moan echoed down the hallway. Scarlett’s grip tightened on Snake Eyes’ belt. He reached back and squeezed her hand to comfort her.
‘I wonder where the others are.’ Scarlett thought. She was worried about them.
They had reached the laboratory door.
Snake Eyes burst the flashlight around them to make sure they were alone. He then turned and started to try and open the door. Sounds of large slow moving creatures could be heard making their way towards the couple.
“Hurry.” Scarlett whispered. She knew they were noticed by whoever was left in the corridors. The door suddenly swung open and they scurried inside, shutting the large steel door behind them. Scarlett leaned back on the door, pressing herself against it while Snake Eyes locked it from the inside. It had a complicated locking mechanism, one that those things couldn’t open. ‘Hurry….lock it!’ She thought to herself. The door had finally locked. Whatever was on the other side had reached the door, and was banging against it. Snake Eyes turned the flashlight on, and scanned the room looking for a light switch.
Scarlett kept against the door. She was panicking again. Between the monsters that Cobra had created, her missing comrades, and Snake Eyes’ wound, she didn’t know what was going to happen.
The lights suddenly went on, and she saw Snake Eyes standing across the room next to a control panel. She scanned the room for any threats, and after finding none, she focused on a submachine gun laying on one of the tables. She quickly ran over to it and began her inspection of it. ‘Full magazine….thank God!’ she thought. She reloaded the weapon and slung it over her shoulder.
Snake Eyes had been inspecting the computers at the main laboratory terminal.
“I found this sub-gun. It’s got a full magazine.” Scarlett said as she made her way over to him. “What did you find?”
Snake Eyes pointed to the computer, and Scarlett sat down in front of it. The pounding on the laboratory door that led to the maze corridors had stopped. Whoever, or whatever it was had given up.
“It needs password access.” Scarlett began to play around with the keyboard, attempting to access the files, “I can’t do this, we need a code-breaker.” Scarlett felt defeated. Nothing was going for them.
Snake Eyes looked around. He immediately pointed to another door, and they both went over to it. This one had a small window, and had a light switch on the wall next to them. Scarlett flipped the switch and the looked through the window.
The room as a small room the size of a conex box. Shelves and tables lined the walls, and on one of the tables was all of their gear. Scarlett suddenly felt like their luck was changing.
“Our gear!” She went to open the door. Snake Eyes immediately grabbed her hand and stopped her. He pointed to one of the corners, and standing there was a Cobra soldier. Scarlett looked back at Snake Eyes. He motioned to the submachine gun, and then pointed to the center of his forehead.
“Good idea.” Scarlett knew what he was thinking. Snake Eyes put his hand on the door handle and looked at her. She raised the weapon and nodded.
Snake Eyes opened the door, and Scarlett got ready to fire. The Cobra soldier turned and looked at Scarlett. His eyes were completely white, leaving no evidence of a conscious human being. Scarlett squeezed the trigger.
Thwap Thwap Thwap
He crumbled to the ground. She checked the corners making sure that there was no one else in the room, and they both entered. Scarlett quickly grabbed her gear, as did Snake Eyes. She immediately picked up her radio and turned it on.
“Tunnel Rat, acknowledge.” She waited a few seconds. Nothing.
“Tunnel Rat, this is Scarlett, acknowledge.”
She looked at Snake Eyes with fear for the worst. He had just found and donned his mask and goggles. He looked like the commando that every Cobra soldier feared.
“Scarlett, this is Tunnel Rat and the boys. Where are you?” They heard the Brooklyn accent and got excited.
“Tunnel Rat, this is Scarlett. We’re in the main laboratory. Are you guys ok?”
“Yeah, we’re just peachy, except for Gung Ho. He was….well, not to sound weird, but he was bit by a Cobra scientist.”
“How long ago has he been bit?”
“About twenty minutes. He’s doing ok, though. We’re in the main reception area of the complex. It’ll take us a few minutes to get to you.”
“Roger, we’ll stay here. Keep your eye on Gung Ho, though. The bite causes you to turn into one of those….things. We think it’s some kind of Cobra weapon. We have a computer terminal that may have some information, but we’re missing the codes to bypass the security access.”
“Yeah, hold on one second….” Tunnel Rat broke radio contact.
“Tunnel Rat, wait….Tunnel Rat.” She looked concerned. “Tunnel Rat!”
“Gung Ho says that he found a log book on that scientist. It’s got a list of passwords in the jacket of the book. If you go to the terminal, I’ll read’em off to you.”
Scarlett and Snake Eyes quickly made their way to the computer terminal and sat down. “Ready to copy,” Scarlett transmitted.
“Roger, first one: Victor-Echo-November-Oscar-Mike-one-one-zero-five-Victor-India-Romeo-Uniform-Sierra, over.”
Scarlett typed it in and repeated it back to Tunnel Rat. He confirmed the sequence, and she hit ‘enter’. It worked.
“It worked! We’re in.” She exclaimed, believing that they were getting somewhere.
“Roger. We’re en route to you. Out.”
Scarlett began to look through the files. Snake Eyes pointed to a file named ‘Venom Virus Trial 00465’.
“Sounds about right,” Scarlett agreed with him. As soon as she clicked on the file, the computer pulled up a video player of a Cobra scientist. He was looking in the camera, and behind him was a person who was chained to the wall. The subject had no pupils, and was violently trying to break away from the wall. He was groaning and screaming, and trying to pull his way to the scientist.
”Subject 00465 received the first airborne version of the Venom Virus.
Although the virus was rendered inert after a few seconds, the effects of the
exposure were evident after two hours and forty five minutes. Full
loss of consciousness, increased aggression, and hunger for human
flesh all significant. The airborne virus proved more effective than
bite transmission of the virus. Subject 00465 received the ‘Anti-Venom
Virus’ treatment one day after transformation, and has not showed signs of
improvement. It is believed by this research cell that if subject does not
receive treatment after two hours of exposure, return to normal brain
function is not probable. It is recommended that stronger strains of the
‘Anti-Venom Virus’ be cultured, and tested with new subjects.”
Scarlett sat back in disbelief. She turned to Snake Eyes and looked at him, and his forearm. She thought of how long it’s been since he was bitten.
“We have to find the Anti-Venom.” She said. He nodded. “We have to get you and Gung Ho treatment soon.” As soon as she said it, she heard a familiar voice.
“Scarlett, Snake Eyes, three Joes coming in.” It was Torpedo.
12-14-2010, 03:30 AM
hell yea i can really see this happening yo john u the man for doing this im loving the story more and more keep it up
12-14-2010, 10:52 AM
Awesome story!!!!...I am really hoping two of my favorite Joes get the antidote!!
12-28-2010, 05:33 PM
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02-06-2011, 04:19 PM
I am going to finish this this week. Just give me some time, thanks, though!
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