atomsmasher
12-28-2010, 07:22 PM
Glass when formed together is a solid unit. Capable of keeping out rain, snow and the harsh winds which would bring us closer to the end. When the glass is shattered it is however impossible to put back together again once it is broken. The agency of Cobra has been broken. The fist which produce the damage was GI Joe but not even they realized what they were causing what they were creating. How could they know the damage they would do by taken down the commander but leaving the heads in play. The Commander may have escaped but the organization he left was no longer there. They were about to enter a new age of terror.
What Mainframe was able to discover was the simple question. Is it better to be feared than loved? For Cobra and the Commander the answer would have been yes. If only his people feared him enough he would still be the number one on the Joes list. However he was a military despot. His power is base on the fact that he would bring his people the sweet victory others those that were their foes. Every time he failed his power was up for grabs. A world wide organization of terrorist waiting to explode. His capture set up his downfall. Tossed the chess board against the wall and made all the pieces scatter across the ground.
The Blue Shirts were all that remained of the mighty army of Cobra. Vipers are now the majority of Cobra forces. They are unable to be much of a threat. The Joes aren't even sure they have enough people to fill a place like the bombed out terrordome. Cobra Commander has only one person he can rely on. Scrap Iron the anti armor mastermind remained with the Commander. This produce a small saving grace. At least with him what little forces he had could still destroy the tanks and other aircrafts the Joes could come at them with. IT is reported that the Cobra Organization is someplace in the pacific on an island which no map is present for. The Fangs have yet to be shown. The Hood has yet to expand. The Commander maybe buying his time but his former friends are where the eyes of the world are on.
The Crimson Guard was bred to be loyal. To give up their individuality and to serve without connections. Of course they were powerful. They were the best trained and at the same time best educated of the Cobra Branch. Left with Cobra Island the Freds elected one of there own to take the mantle of Cobra Commander((I use the TRU CG CC and the Resolute Five Pack Black and Red CC to represent him)) Though he kept the name Fred he put forth orders that none other shall be named Fred. The battle commander of the Crimson Guard is the Scarred former Fred named George. Wearing a blue military uniform to show rank above them he controls the Crimson Alley Vipers, Lamprey's, Pilots, and Guard in controlling the island. Aid comes in from a puzzle of networks which is believed to be associated with Extensive Enterprises. Destro provides arms to the island still. UN methods of trying to claim the island proved to costly and lead to Russia and China recognizing the Crimson Kingdom. To date only Russian diplomats have been allowed to tour the island.
James Mccullen is a well respected diplomat of Scotland. His power and prestige is furthered by his wife Anastasia. The absence of Cobra has lead to this cobra to become a double headed viper. The MARS Soldiers have legal contracts and other special orders in the United Kingdom allowing James to expand his influence in the region. It is reported that he is close to getting the United Kingdoms to recognize the Crimson Kingdom. At the same time James wife the now Grand Princess Anastasia has appointed him as General Field Marshal to the Iron Grenadiers which are the lawful military of her realm. In all regards this couple is off limits to the Joe team though they are the biggest threats. It is believed that James rise is only because his foe meant an untimely end in explosions.
Zartan has not been heard from since the Commander has reappeared. The Dreadnoks however are an ever active force in the gangs of the USA. They have lost the colorful methods that had caused them to be a laughing stock. They are now the most dangerous gang of the 1% in the USA. Once you are a Nok you are a Nok for life. The Joes have tried many times to put forth an agent into the ranks which has increased the amount of Joes which have fallen in the line of duty. They corner the market of thirty states on drugs, guns, and anything which is illegal. The leader is unknown but as soon as a Nok tries to turn he rounds up dead even if he's already in police custody.
Python Patrol. Serpentor had for a long time broken his ties with the Cobra Organization. Though himself a failed experiment of the Mindbender he has taken to the jungles of Brazil to base his operations. The move has worked and no data is open to the Joes about this data. Brazil on the verge of becoming it's own superpower is less than happy to deal with the USA agency no matter how elite the troops claim to be. They understand that Serpentor is not alone Claymore, Croc Master, Copperhead, and other high level Cobra Officials are with him. They are present in Brazil and Python Graffiti has begun to pop up in the Ghettos. The Joes unable to act must leave this for Brazil.
Storm Shadow Is the leader of the Arashikage. The Ninja leader is also the leader of Section Nine. The Japanese answer of GI Joe. They are a great deal smaller than the Joe force due to the Japanese treaty with America. To make up for the lack of man and the equipment that GI Joe can us the Section is known for the brutal training and the ability of the agents who are part of it. All members get training by the Arashikage. Not enough to be ninja masters but enough to break a man's neck in a fight. Storm Shadow selects only the most hard fought veterans of the Japanese interactions with the national community the only people with experience in fighting to aid him for the Section. The Joes are amazed with the anti terrorism feats they have been able to do.
Major Bludd is missing. Not only is he missing but the three thousand men which he was command of is also missing. The intel which has been gained shows that Major Bludd was in the desert. Which desert has not been shown. The Commander being imprison has ended his mission but no appearance of Major Bludd has been found. It is believed that Bludd was in position for some hair brain scheme of the Commander before his captured and is now KIA or killed by the hot sun. Dusty on the other hand believe that Bludd is in fact alive and shall be the biggest threat to the Joes.
Shatter glass broken in a thousand places. The Organization of Cobra ruled by a few dozen people different places different agends all able to be a threat to the world in a single moment. As much as the glass shatters the Joes represent the forming of glass. No longer pieces of sand waiting to be melted together they now form a single unit.
GI Joe is now created along the lines of Delta Force and other Secret Organizations. As far as the world is concerned the GI JOE unit was disbanded when Cobra fell. The truth is quite different. As the unit entered the new age of terrorism it changed. There is no longer military branches. If you can shoot the chopper gun than you can pilot the chopper. If you can jump from a plane you can pilot that plane. You are trained to do anything where you are at. Specialized soldier with no name and no uniform though a form of EU/UN camo is used in order to disguise the forces when seen on bases. They have indeed gathered members from outside of the USA and Red Star has assured them that no missiles on the island are operational.
This is the new age of GI Joe and as always peace is the most fragile thing capable of breaking in a moment. Now the Story begins.
It was raining. The drops of water came down so hard that Dashiell was transferred back to Somali. The small tings and pings of the rocks as they slammed against the hood of the humvee. This wasn't Somali though and that wasn't rocks that were coming down. He tried not to pay attention to the rain. He wonder if God decided to curse him. Everyday he came here and the rain would greet him. The sole item which he could suspect to be greeted by. Finally the black mustang came to a stop. Observing the hedgerow of the gravestones in perfect order and kept in good order. The endless array of American flags blowing in the wind. Forgotten warriors. He was glad it was raining. It kept the protesters at bay.
He opened the door and got out slamming the door behind him. An echo of the door closing forward his ear. The olive uniform of an army officer was not match for the rain. It darken the green with each step he took forward. Each moment he stepped forward was as painful as any wound he suffered in battle. The uniform was old and lacking accolades that he had earned in battle. Medals which perhaps a finer soldier could never say they had right too. Instead he had none of them. No rewards for his hard work. No honor for his loses. He stopped at the polished rounded stone. Observing the name Alison Faireborn. The old soldier watched and tried to fight the tears.
The eight year old Sarah moved forward. Her hands lowering the dozen of white roses that they had stopped and picked up for Alison. Unlike her father she protected herself from the elements with a purple Barney rain jacket along with a pink Cinderella umbrella. She looked at the wet grass than observed her father with a smile. "Say hello to mom." Flint had seen a lot in his time but the simple statement brought tears to his eyes. "Hello Jaye."
In New York City
Courtney never liked to sleep alone. If she could help it she wouldn't. She hated the months spent holding onto a pillow wondering if this would be her life or if she would have another to spend time with. The night had been one of simple joy. A night spend with her husband. A night where her arms could feel his around her body holding her close. It was none to often that she got to enjoy his feel. His arms around her. If not for the alarm clock which began to blare Lady Gaga's Poker Face she may have slept forever.
His hand moved as he quickly hit the button to stop the clock. Not to stop the clock. He was aware that time couldn't freeze. That he couldn't mess up and call for a redo. That if he failed the first time it would be his squad to fail. At least he didn't have to listen to the song anymore. He buried his head close to Courtney. Risking a simple kiss upon her neck whispering. "Why are we still in New York?" The reply warmed his heart. "We haven't been able to make it out of bed let alone our apartment."
Rafael couldn't help but laugh as he looked upon Courtney. "You cant blame me. A year in Iraq without you; what makes you think I would want to be out of this bed?" He leaned forward his arms wrapping around her bare waist as he pulled her close to him whispering. "I cant waste a moment for I know how rare they are Courtney; I..." He couldn't go on as the cell phone vibrated near Courtney. He sighed until his own phone vibrated.
On the Mississippi
The ship probably was not up to date. The need for repairs probably would cost a few thousands if they were done. Of course they would have to be done. Everything eventually had to be done but to him the boat had a history and to just repair it would erase that history. Like getting a new bed or a new couch it would lose the comfort factor which had been put in.
Marvin picked up the silver bullet. The feel of the cold beverage less than a cm from his tastes made him crave it more. His fingernail dug into the tab as he cracked it up. The breaking of the seal allowed the smell to drift upwards. He brought the can to his lips. A few gulps was all he needed to end it. His eyes scanned back observing the bald man who was on deck to aid him. "Yo Gung HO pull up the net and we'll be all set."
A grumble came from the lips of Gung Ho. His hands moved as he pushed the crank forward. The net had been dragging behind them for thirty minutes. Marvin had promised them the best shrimp in Louisiana. The Marine was used to swamps. He had crawled in enough of them hunting down Cobra and the Dreadnoks but hauling ups nets was something he was not use to. Looking at the man sitting down watching the wake of the boat. "Hey Lonzo are you going to help?"
His hands moved to aid Gungo Ho. For all the muscle that this man carried he was useless without some help for the nets. "I saw you break the neck of five Cobra Troops in three minutes and you can't pick up a shrimp net? Gung HO laughed before speaking. "Call it old age!" As the net came up and was dropped upon the deck the only thing which they caught was an old mud filled boat. Sitting down Lonzo was quick to proclaim. "I miss Detroit"
MESSAGE SENT
The forces of Joes may have been scattered around the world but they were within reach at all times. The increase of military spending still allowed them the needed ability to reach each other in just moments. Nothing big was capable of happening without them having enough time to give warning. That was something they were suppose to be able to rely on. This was like the Tsunami system in the pacific. They hope that it will save lives but the only time they can really know are when the lives of others are at stake. The recorded message came from Breaker. The Automatic message would hold a simple rely one which all the operatives wished they never received. "Situation has developed report to PIT immediately all passes of leave cancelled."
All at once the time changed. The names which have been passed around were written off. GI joe Operatives didn't have names only code names. They all came running. Jets, Helicopters, and boats anything they could get their hands on to make it back to the PIT. A place of work and of reminders. Lockers which were once filled this member or that member nor empty or even worse replaced with some new face that the others didn't know. It didn't matter for the Joe team was assembled.
The olive green jacket of Hawk was always dry cleaned only. He never wanted the suit to appear wrinkled though he had only been using it when speaking with his team. His hair was once brown but not the grey hair had taken over and one could guess what his hair color was only by looking at his eyebrows. His voice was stern and no nonsense as he spoke. "Greetings Joes I am glad that all of you could get here on time now I turn you over to Chuckles."
Chuckles the name at one time was a fitting match to his personality. That was until he lost an eye in Venezuela now it's just ironic. The black tactical suit he wore fit him very well showing the muscles which had time and time again saved his life. His blonde hair was combed over as he pressed a button on his remote. A Holograph appeared as he spoke quickly. "Intel says that the Hotel Green is targeted by some group claiming to be the next organization to watch. Some where in homeland security this got lost until a few moments ago when they went through with the threat. Hostages are suspected as well as a bomb at the midway point. Shockwave is going to be in charge of this mission."
Shockwave should be in charge of this mission. The man was born to Portuguese parents and believed that America was anything he wanted it to be. He wanted to be a cop and he became on. Urban combat was his thing which was the only reason he was in charge now. "Lowlight" His eyes shifted to the sniper who sat in the black his sunglasses on in the already dark room. "Your going to provide sniper cover." His eyes shifted again looking for Tripwire before setting on Torpedo. "Torpedo if there is a bomb I'm looking at you to defuse it." The next name was sample. "Airborne I am going to need you on this one I think the bet way in on this one shall be going in by helicopter." One more man to choose for the entry team. "Hit & Run I'm going to want you present to I need a man I can't count on with the stairs."
The Joes plan was simple and went off without problem. Torpedo, Hit & Run, Airborne, and Shockwave would descend from a Helicopter to the roof of the hotel. This went down without incident. The helicopter piloted by Wild Bill would take off allowing Lowlight to provide sniper cover for the advance team. Shockwave would than provide cover for Torpedo as the roof door was breached. This would than be Shockwave on Point followed by Hit & Run with Torpedo coming third and Airborne protecting the rear. The plan was simple enough advance until contact was made with a tango.
The Joes counted themselves lucky. Lowlight from the sky reported that the heat signatures were at the conference rooms and that is appeared that if the terrorists were present they had decided to stay where the hostages where. The Joe team managed to get down to the floor as they flanked both of the doors of the large conference room. Hit & Run moved forward as he yanked the doorknob down and pushed it open. Airborne tossed a flash grenade in. The bang went off as the doors flew open the team rushing in to take down the bad guys and do what the Joes do best.
The only problem to that was that the room was empty of all people. Propane tanks were set up the flames on like torches causing heat signatures which Lowlight picked up. On the wall was a saying which Shockwave repeated into his transmitter. "Veni, Vidi, Vici." That was the last words Shockwave spoke as multiple explosions rocked the floor consuming it in fire. The glass which clung to the outside of the building shattered falling down. As Lowlight watched he couldn't believe how beautiful the glass looked. The awe lasted only a moment as the sicken feeling him him like a ton of bricks. The building started to crumble falling in on itself like a wrecking ball had taken away the last support. "Lowlight to HQ Target building has blown up." The voice of Mainframe echoed into his ear. "Status of entry team did they make it out?" Lowlight's voice was silent before coming back at a whisper. "Negative all four are killed in action." Lowlight moved as he placed his sniper upon the floor of the helicopter his hand moving to grip the beanie off of his head as he brought it over his eyes. He needed the darkness.
What Mainframe was able to discover was the simple question. Is it better to be feared than loved? For Cobra and the Commander the answer would have been yes. If only his people feared him enough he would still be the number one on the Joes list. However he was a military despot. His power is base on the fact that he would bring his people the sweet victory others those that were their foes. Every time he failed his power was up for grabs. A world wide organization of terrorist waiting to explode. His capture set up his downfall. Tossed the chess board against the wall and made all the pieces scatter across the ground.
The Blue Shirts were all that remained of the mighty army of Cobra. Vipers are now the majority of Cobra forces. They are unable to be much of a threat. The Joes aren't even sure they have enough people to fill a place like the bombed out terrordome. Cobra Commander has only one person he can rely on. Scrap Iron the anti armor mastermind remained with the Commander. This produce a small saving grace. At least with him what little forces he had could still destroy the tanks and other aircrafts the Joes could come at them with. IT is reported that the Cobra Organization is someplace in the pacific on an island which no map is present for. The Fangs have yet to be shown. The Hood has yet to expand. The Commander maybe buying his time but his former friends are where the eyes of the world are on.
The Crimson Guard was bred to be loyal. To give up their individuality and to serve without connections. Of course they were powerful. They were the best trained and at the same time best educated of the Cobra Branch. Left with Cobra Island the Freds elected one of there own to take the mantle of Cobra Commander((I use the TRU CG CC and the Resolute Five Pack Black and Red CC to represent him)) Though he kept the name Fred he put forth orders that none other shall be named Fred. The battle commander of the Crimson Guard is the Scarred former Fred named George. Wearing a blue military uniform to show rank above them he controls the Crimson Alley Vipers, Lamprey's, Pilots, and Guard in controlling the island. Aid comes in from a puzzle of networks which is believed to be associated with Extensive Enterprises. Destro provides arms to the island still. UN methods of trying to claim the island proved to costly and lead to Russia and China recognizing the Crimson Kingdom. To date only Russian diplomats have been allowed to tour the island.
James Mccullen is a well respected diplomat of Scotland. His power and prestige is furthered by his wife Anastasia. The absence of Cobra has lead to this cobra to become a double headed viper. The MARS Soldiers have legal contracts and other special orders in the United Kingdom allowing James to expand his influence in the region. It is reported that he is close to getting the United Kingdoms to recognize the Crimson Kingdom. At the same time James wife the now Grand Princess Anastasia has appointed him as General Field Marshal to the Iron Grenadiers which are the lawful military of her realm. In all regards this couple is off limits to the Joe team though they are the biggest threats. It is believed that James rise is only because his foe meant an untimely end in explosions.
Zartan has not been heard from since the Commander has reappeared. The Dreadnoks however are an ever active force in the gangs of the USA. They have lost the colorful methods that had caused them to be a laughing stock. They are now the most dangerous gang of the 1% in the USA. Once you are a Nok you are a Nok for life. The Joes have tried many times to put forth an agent into the ranks which has increased the amount of Joes which have fallen in the line of duty. They corner the market of thirty states on drugs, guns, and anything which is illegal. The leader is unknown but as soon as a Nok tries to turn he rounds up dead even if he's already in police custody.
Python Patrol. Serpentor had for a long time broken his ties with the Cobra Organization. Though himself a failed experiment of the Mindbender he has taken to the jungles of Brazil to base his operations. The move has worked and no data is open to the Joes about this data. Brazil on the verge of becoming it's own superpower is less than happy to deal with the USA agency no matter how elite the troops claim to be. They understand that Serpentor is not alone Claymore, Croc Master, Copperhead, and other high level Cobra Officials are with him. They are present in Brazil and Python Graffiti has begun to pop up in the Ghettos. The Joes unable to act must leave this for Brazil.
Storm Shadow Is the leader of the Arashikage. The Ninja leader is also the leader of Section Nine. The Japanese answer of GI Joe. They are a great deal smaller than the Joe force due to the Japanese treaty with America. To make up for the lack of man and the equipment that GI Joe can us the Section is known for the brutal training and the ability of the agents who are part of it. All members get training by the Arashikage. Not enough to be ninja masters but enough to break a man's neck in a fight. Storm Shadow selects only the most hard fought veterans of the Japanese interactions with the national community the only people with experience in fighting to aid him for the Section. The Joes are amazed with the anti terrorism feats they have been able to do.
Major Bludd is missing. Not only is he missing but the three thousand men which he was command of is also missing. The intel which has been gained shows that Major Bludd was in the desert. Which desert has not been shown. The Commander being imprison has ended his mission but no appearance of Major Bludd has been found. It is believed that Bludd was in position for some hair brain scheme of the Commander before his captured and is now KIA or killed by the hot sun. Dusty on the other hand believe that Bludd is in fact alive and shall be the biggest threat to the Joes.
Shatter glass broken in a thousand places. The Organization of Cobra ruled by a few dozen people different places different agends all able to be a threat to the world in a single moment. As much as the glass shatters the Joes represent the forming of glass. No longer pieces of sand waiting to be melted together they now form a single unit.
GI Joe is now created along the lines of Delta Force and other Secret Organizations. As far as the world is concerned the GI JOE unit was disbanded when Cobra fell. The truth is quite different. As the unit entered the new age of terrorism it changed. There is no longer military branches. If you can shoot the chopper gun than you can pilot the chopper. If you can jump from a plane you can pilot that plane. You are trained to do anything where you are at. Specialized soldier with no name and no uniform though a form of EU/UN camo is used in order to disguise the forces when seen on bases. They have indeed gathered members from outside of the USA and Red Star has assured them that no missiles on the island are operational.
This is the new age of GI Joe and as always peace is the most fragile thing capable of breaking in a moment. Now the Story begins.
It was raining. The drops of water came down so hard that Dashiell was transferred back to Somali. The small tings and pings of the rocks as they slammed against the hood of the humvee. This wasn't Somali though and that wasn't rocks that were coming down. He tried not to pay attention to the rain. He wonder if God decided to curse him. Everyday he came here and the rain would greet him. The sole item which he could suspect to be greeted by. Finally the black mustang came to a stop. Observing the hedgerow of the gravestones in perfect order and kept in good order. The endless array of American flags blowing in the wind. Forgotten warriors. He was glad it was raining. It kept the protesters at bay.
He opened the door and got out slamming the door behind him. An echo of the door closing forward his ear. The olive uniform of an army officer was not match for the rain. It darken the green with each step he took forward. Each moment he stepped forward was as painful as any wound he suffered in battle. The uniform was old and lacking accolades that he had earned in battle. Medals which perhaps a finer soldier could never say they had right too. Instead he had none of them. No rewards for his hard work. No honor for his loses. He stopped at the polished rounded stone. Observing the name Alison Faireborn. The old soldier watched and tried to fight the tears.
The eight year old Sarah moved forward. Her hands lowering the dozen of white roses that they had stopped and picked up for Alison. Unlike her father she protected herself from the elements with a purple Barney rain jacket along with a pink Cinderella umbrella. She looked at the wet grass than observed her father with a smile. "Say hello to mom." Flint had seen a lot in his time but the simple statement brought tears to his eyes. "Hello Jaye."
In New York City
Courtney never liked to sleep alone. If she could help it she wouldn't. She hated the months spent holding onto a pillow wondering if this would be her life or if she would have another to spend time with. The night had been one of simple joy. A night spend with her husband. A night where her arms could feel his around her body holding her close. It was none to often that she got to enjoy his feel. His arms around her. If not for the alarm clock which began to blare Lady Gaga's Poker Face she may have slept forever.
His hand moved as he quickly hit the button to stop the clock. Not to stop the clock. He was aware that time couldn't freeze. That he couldn't mess up and call for a redo. That if he failed the first time it would be his squad to fail. At least he didn't have to listen to the song anymore. He buried his head close to Courtney. Risking a simple kiss upon her neck whispering. "Why are we still in New York?" The reply warmed his heart. "We haven't been able to make it out of bed let alone our apartment."
Rafael couldn't help but laugh as he looked upon Courtney. "You cant blame me. A year in Iraq without you; what makes you think I would want to be out of this bed?" He leaned forward his arms wrapping around her bare waist as he pulled her close to him whispering. "I cant waste a moment for I know how rare they are Courtney; I..." He couldn't go on as the cell phone vibrated near Courtney. He sighed until his own phone vibrated.
On the Mississippi
The ship probably was not up to date. The need for repairs probably would cost a few thousands if they were done. Of course they would have to be done. Everything eventually had to be done but to him the boat had a history and to just repair it would erase that history. Like getting a new bed or a new couch it would lose the comfort factor which had been put in.
Marvin picked up the silver bullet. The feel of the cold beverage less than a cm from his tastes made him crave it more. His fingernail dug into the tab as he cracked it up. The breaking of the seal allowed the smell to drift upwards. He brought the can to his lips. A few gulps was all he needed to end it. His eyes scanned back observing the bald man who was on deck to aid him. "Yo Gung HO pull up the net and we'll be all set."
A grumble came from the lips of Gung Ho. His hands moved as he pushed the crank forward. The net had been dragging behind them for thirty minutes. Marvin had promised them the best shrimp in Louisiana. The Marine was used to swamps. He had crawled in enough of them hunting down Cobra and the Dreadnoks but hauling ups nets was something he was not use to. Looking at the man sitting down watching the wake of the boat. "Hey Lonzo are you going to help?"
His hands moved to aid Gungo Ho. For all the muscle that this man carried he was useless without some help for the nets. "I saw you break the neck of five Cobra Troops in three minutes and you can't pick up a shrimp net? Gung HO laughed before speaking. "Call it old age!" As the net came up and was dropped upon the deck the only thing which they caught was an old mud filled boat. Sitting down Lonzo was quick to proclaim. "I miss Detroit"
MESSAGE SENT
The forces of Joes may have been scattered around the world but they were within reach at all times. The increase of military spending still allowed them the needed ability to reach each other in just moments. Nothing big was capable of happening without them having enough time to give warning. That was something they were suppose to be able to rely on. This was like the Tsunami system in the pacific. They hope that it will save lives but the only time they can really know are when the lives of others are at stake. The recorded message came from Breaker. The Automatic message would hold a simple rely one which all the operatives wished they never received. "Situation has developed report to PIT immediately all passes of leave cancelled."
All at once the time changed. The names which have been passed around were written off. GI joe Operatives didn't have names only code names. They all came running. Jets, Helicopters, and boats anything they could get their hands on to make it back to the PIT. A place of work and of reminders. Lockers which were once filled this member or that member nor empty or even worse replaced with some new face that the others didn't know. It didn't matter for the Joe team was assembled.
The olive green jacket of Hawk was always dry cleaned only. He never wanted the suit to appear wrinkled though he had only been using it when speaking with his team. His hair was once brown but not the grey hair had taken over and one could guess what his hair color was only by looking at his eyebrows. His voice was stern and no nonsense as he spoke. "Greetings Joes I am glad that all of you could get here on time now I turn you over to Chuckles."
Chuckles the name at one time was a fitting match to his personality. That was until he lost an eye in Venezuela now it's just ironic. The black tactical suit he wore fit him very well showing the muscles which had time and time again saved his life. His blonde hair was combed over as he pressed a button on his remote. A Holograph appeared as he spoke quickly. "Intel says that the Hotel Green is targeted by some group claiming to be the next organization to watch. Some where in homeland security this got lost until a few moments ago when they went through with the threat. Hostages are suspected as well as a bomb at the midway point. Shockwave is going to be in charge of this mission."
Shockwave should be in charge of this mission. The man was born to Portuguese parents and believed that America was anything he wanted it to be. He wanted to be a cop and he became on. Urban combat was his thing which was the only reason he was in charge now. "Lowlight" His eyes shifted to the sniper who sat in the black his sunglasses on in the already dark room. "Your going to provide sniper cover." His eyes shifted again looking for Tripwire before setting on Torpedo. "Torpedo if there is a bomb I'm looking at you to defuse it." The next name was sample. "Airborne I am going to need you on this one I think the bet way in on this one shall be going in by helicopter." One more man to choose for the entry team. "Hit & Run I'm going to want you present to I need a man I can't count on with the stairs."
The Joes plan was simple and went off without problem. Torpedo, Hit & Run, Airborne, and Shockwave would descend from a Helicopter to the roof of the hotel. This went down without incident. The helicopter piloted by Wild Bill would take off allowing Lowlight to provide sniper cover for the advance team. Shockwave would than provide cover for Torpedo as the roof door was breached. This would than be Shockwave on Point followed by Hit & Run with Torpedo coming third and Airborne protecting the rear. The plan was simple enough advance until contact was made with a tango.
The Joes counted themselves lucky. Lowlight from the sky reported that the heat signatures were at the conference rooms and that is appeared that if the terrorists were present they had decided to stay where the hostages where. The Joe team managed to get down to the floor as they flanked both of the doors of the large conference room. Hit & Run moved forward as he yanked the doorknob down and pushed it open. Airborne tossed a flash grenade in. The bang went off as the doors flew open the team rushing in to take down the bad guys and do what the Joes do best.
The only problem to that was that the room was empty of all people. Propane tanks were set up the flames on like torches causing heat signatures which Lowlight picked up. On the wall was a saying which Shockwave repeated into his transmitter. "Veni, Vidi, Vici." That was the last words Shockwave spoke as multiple explosions rocked the floor consuming it in fire. The glass which clung to the outside of the building shattered falling down. As Lowlight watched he couldn't believe how beautiful the glass looked. The awe lasted only a moment as the sicken feeling him him like a ton of bricks. The building started to crumble falling in on itself like a wrecking ball had taken away the last support. "Lowlight to HQ Target building has blown up." The voice of Mainframe echoed into his ear. "Status of entry team did they make it out?" Lowlight's voice was silent before coming back at a whisper. "Negative all four are killed in action." Lowlight moved as he placed his sniper upon the floor of the helicopter his hand moving to grip the beanie off of his head as he brought it over his eyes. He needed the darkness.