New G.I.Joe Fan-Fiction Courtesy of Serpentorslair Founder John Shaft!
Today we have Part 2 of a great new work of G.I.Joe Fan-Fiction from Serpentorslair Founder John Shaft. Check out the work below then make the JUMP and share your thoughts with us!
Staten Island, NY 2013
Lt. Colonel Clayton Abernathy walked into the main conference room of A Squadron. The assembled operators already present started to snap to attention when Abernathy said “As you were”. He liked to keep things semi-casual, unlike his counterpart over at B Squadron, Lt. Colonel Cliff Mewett, who ran a tight ship and was very much ‘by-the-book’.
“Are all the Troop Commanders and Team Leaders present Duke?” asked Abernathy.
“Yes Hawk they are all present” answered Duke.
“Proceed” said Hawk.
“As Steeler and his Troop already know we were able to retrieve the stolen weapons from Boko Haram’s arms dealer, Abejide Umar. We had one man who suffered minor injuries during the operation and were out of there in less than 30 minutes” Duke said “However we found one of the militants protecting Umar was Caucasian. We have Intel checking out dental records and the fingerprints of the deceased and are looking into finding out his identity. Flint?”
“Thanks Duke” answered the Operations Officer of A Squadron, Chief Warrant Officer Dashiell Faireborn “We have reason to suspect that he may have been some sort of advisor and may have also been involved in the theft of the missiles. We’re not sure why he was lingering around in Umar’s house afterwards for nearly six days after the theft instead of hitting the road so we’ll be looking into that as well. If he is an advisor we need to know if he was working alone or belongs to some other group.”
“We already have an agent from Intel working undercover in Nigeria even as we speak” added Duke “Also two operators from Steeler’s Troop stayed behind in order to establish a safe house. They will link up with the Intel agent and provide support for him as well”
“Breaker and Grunt were the ones I left behind” said Steeler “And Tripwire was the one who was injured, but not from enemy fire. Instead he injured his right forearm while fast-roping. Doc said he is going to be in a sling for a few weeks”
“Okay send him down to the training wing. We have a new batch of potentials starting the selection process next week and he can assist down there for the time being” said Hawk.
“Will do” said Steeler.
“Okay gentlemen that is what we know so far” said Hawk “Also we are trying to keep ahead of Boko Haram as the situation in Nigeria grows more unpredictable. The Nigerian government has agreed to continue working with the U.S. government. It’s in our mutual benefit to get rid of the threat of Boko Haram. Expect our Squadron to pull more missions over there. Claymore I want your Troop on standby. Steeler, have your remaining Troop get some R&R for a couple of days since I am sure they have some jet lag. Include Tripwire on that before he reports to the training wing. Brody have your Troop down in the kill house practicing. Duke, make sure the Squadron has what they need logistically and Flint continue to work with Intel and our two operators in Nigeria to ascertain the situation over there”.
“Aye sir” everyone said.
“If there is nothing more than everyone is dismissed” said Hawk.
No one spoke.
“Dismissed” said Hawk.
Springfield 2013
Inside a dimly lit auditorium stood several ranks of men facing a stage with a podium on it. The men stood on either side of a walkway that led up to the stage. The men were dressed in dark blue military uniforms and all had bandannas tied around the lower half of their faces. The majority wore black bandannas while a few standing in the back wore red ones. The men stood at parade rest and remained silent. Around the auditorium hung several blue flags that depicted a red cobra on them. Standing in front of the stage facing the men were ten additional men, only they were dressed in red military uniforms and armed with assault rifles. Their faces were concealed by a red helmet and black faceplate.
Suddenly one of the side doors of the auditorium opened and in walked Rex dressed in a dark blue military uniform with the same red cobra emblem stitched on the center of his shirt. He also wore a blue hood over his head. Behind Rex walked seven people dressed in dark blue robes with the hoods of their robes draped over their heads, concealing their identities. Rex walked up to the podium while the seven hooded people split up and stood on either side of him, four on his right and three on his left.
“Good evening gentlemen” said Rex “We are gathered here today to initiate three more individuals into the ranks of Cobra”
“Hail Cobra!” shouted the assembled men.
“Let us bring them forth to join our brotherhood!” said Rex
The main doors to the auditorium opened and in walked Tommy dressed up in a white ninja outfit. Following him were three men dressed in the same blue uniforms as the rest of the audience, only without the bandannas tied around their face. Behind these three men were four more of the armed soldiers in red outfits.
“Storm Shadow, are these the three courageous individuals ready to join Cobra?” asked Cobra Commander.
“Yes Cobra Commander they are” Tommy said.
“Continue” said Cobra Commander.
“Stand abreast of one another” Storm Shadow said.
The three men shuffled around till they were standing abreast.
“From this day on your allegiance is to me and to Cobra. Your loyalty will ensure you have many opportunities for wealth and power,” said Cobra Commander “You are now part of a brotherhood, one which looks after its own. Where the governments of the world have failed Cobra has succeeded. Failure to uphold that loyalty will result in severe repercussions. Now swear your allegiance!”
“We swear our undying allegiance to Cobra Commander and to Cobra” all three men answered in unison “From this day forth until we are either relieved of duty or until death”
“Excellent!” said Cobra Commander “Storm Shadow present their bandannas”
Storm Shadow took out three red bandannas from one of his pouches and handed them one by one to the three men.
“The red bandanna represents your initiation into Cobra. You will wear it at all times while present at Cobra ceremonies” said Storm Shadow “The first six months is a probationary period. If after six months you pass the probationary period you will be presented with a black bandanna. If not you will continue to wear the red bandanna for another six months until you are up for review again”
“Furthermore” said Storm Shadow “You are to follow the orders of anyone in a black bandanna. Failure to do so will result in disciplinary action”
“You will still be an employee of Arbco Security Corporation and will continue to participate in operations with the non-Cobra contractors” said Cobra Commander “However you will also have access to a bigger payoff due to joining Cobra. You will also participate in other ‘special operations’ for Cobra. Congratulations gentlemen! We look forward to your service”
“And thank you Cobra Comman..” started one of the men.
“SILENCE!!! YOU WILL ONLY SPEAK WHEN TOLD TO!” shouted Storm Shadow.
Rex grinned under his hood.
“Now gentlemen after the ceremony go mingle with your fellow brothers and get to know them” said Cobra Commander “Hail Cobra!”
“Hail Cobra!” shouted the assembled men.
Cobra Commander walked off the stage and towards the side door. The seven people in cloaks followed behind him.
“Did you see the look on that one’s face when Tommy yelled at him?” Rex asked to the group of seven.
“Good thing we wear hoods, otherwise he might have seen have seen me trying to stifle my laughter” answered Ken flipping his hood off his head.
“He may have to go wipe his ass with his bandanna ‘cause it almost looked like he shit his pants” said Bludd.
A few of the others in the group laughed.
“Okay everyone I’ll see most of you when you get back from your appointed tasks” said Rex “Anastasia can I please see you in my office?”
Nigeria 2013
“Just got word we are to provide support for one of our Intel guys who is supposed to join us” said Staff Sergeant Robert “Grunt” Graves.
“Do we know who it is?” asked Staff Sergeant Alvin “Breaker” Kibbey.
“Someone that goes by the name of ‘Mace’” said Grunt “He’ll use the phrase ‘what a lovely tea party’ to identify himself”
Breaker laughed. “Nice ‘Jay and Silent Bob’ reference” he said.
“Yeah. He is supposed to meet us here tonight. I figured one of us would stay alert and keep watch while the other one sleeps” said Grunt.
“Sounds feasible” said Breaker.
The two men were sitting in a rental house just a few blocks from where Umar had lived. Communication equipment was strewn around the room as they worked to get it all in place. They had participated in the raid on Umar’s house but were ordered to establish a safe house in which to work out of while using locals to help gather intelligence.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Breaker and Grunt looked at one another. They quietly went to their duffel bags and each pulled out an MP7 submachine gun. Grunt went to the door with his weapon ready. Breaker stayed behind but was covering an arc of fire that would hit anyone coming in the door. The knocking went on again only more persistent this time.
Grunt opened the door slightly and asked “Who is it?”
“I’m sorry to bother you sir, but I am new to these parts, got lost, and thought I might stop by for some directions and maybe a spot of tea. What a lovely tea party we could have” the person outside said.
Pissed off Grunt flung the door open, grabbed the person by the arm and hauled him inside.
“Guess no tea then?” asked the stranger.
“Goddammit you were supposed to show up at night!” said Grunt “You could have been followed more easily! What the hell is going on?”
“You must be Grunt” said the stranger “I’m Mace. My head shed said the situation is urgent so to proceed with getting here as soon as possible”
“We will see what my own head shed has to say about that” said Grunt, obviously still pissed off.
“I’m Breaker” Breaker said extending his hand.
“Glad to meet you Breaker” said Mace shaking his hand “Got anything to drink?”
“Got some bottled waters in the fridge” said Breaker “But we forgot to bring tea packets”
Springfield 2013
Rex and Anastasia walked into Arbco’s conference room and sat down.
“I just texted him to call us now” said Anastasia.
Rex said nothing.
Two minutes later the conference phone in the middle of the table rang. Anastasia hit the talk button on it.
“We are both here James” said Anastasia.
“Okay Commander, tell me what is so urgent that I needed to be pulled from an important board meeting for this” said James.
“As I am sure you are already aware Destro your shipment of weapons to Nigeria was retaken and your agent was killed” said Rex.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Yes I am aware” said Destro.
“And you are also aware that Anastasia did not inform me, but saw fit to inform you” Rex said.
“Aware” said Destro.
“So my question is to you Destro, how are you going to fix this situation? It was your agent that did not provide adequate security for the shipment. I have also lost out on a potential $375,000 contract that I could have gotten for services rendered to the Nigerian government” Rex said.
“’Potential’ is the key word here Commander” said Destro “Regardless if my agent was caught or not I had nothing to do with the Nigerian’s going with a different company or military organization. Plus I have one dead agent so I would say we are even now. As far as I am concerned my end of things is done”
“That’s not the working agreement we have Destro” said Rex “You provide the weapons to other governments, your Iron Grenadiers stir up shit and my boys come in and fix it. The least you can do is assist us in finding out 1. Who alerted the Nigerians to the location of the weapons, 2. Who the actual force was that got the weapons back and 3. Why the Nigerians elected to use said force instead of pursuing a contract with Arbco. The Nigerians have been very vague as to why they went that route and will not disclose who they used”
“I’ll agree with you on points two and three” said Destro “but as far as I am concerned point one is moot. It may have been someone tailing them to the location or a disgruntled employee of Umar’s”
“Point one definitely needs to be addressed “said Rex “It feels more like someone on the inside was responsible for it. Perhaps your agent…”
“I will find out what I can on my agent. Not sure why he would give that kind of information away and choose to stay at Umar’s house. Sounds more like suicide to me versus the actions of a rational man” said Destro.
“Very well” said Rex “We will be in touch. Good day Destro”
“Same to you Commander” Destro said.
Anastasia clicked the hang up button on the phone.
“So Scarface directly contacted you about this?” asked Anastasia.
“He knows where his loyalties lie, I suggest you do the same Anastasia” said Rex “I won’t let the rest of The Table know but don’t pull this shit in the future. Remember who you work for and put aside your feelings for James when it comes to business decisions”
“Yes Commander” said Anastasia.
“Good now work with Scarface and find out who the attacking force was” said Rex “We need to know as soon as possible, especially if Destro continues to supply arms to Boko Haram”
Anastasia nodded and left the room.
“Bitch” thought Rex.
Florida 2013
Ken sat in the rental van waiting for Copperhead to show up. His present job of transporting cocaine from Florida back to Springfield was a hell of lot safer than his days spent back in Iraq with the rest of the Original Seven fighting insurgents and worrying about being shot down by a surface-to-air missile. Those were exciting times but after several years of it a nice easy job such as this was much better. At least now he didn’t have to worry about being potentially shot down when he flew the drugs back up to Springfield.
Just then he heard a vehicle approaching. He cautiously fingered the pistol by his side, just in the off chance it was not Copperhead. Though they always did their transactions in the Everglades away from other people there was always the potential of coming across a lone hoosier out poaching.
Ken looked up and saw Copperhead’s familiar pickup truck come tearing down the trail that served as a road. He pulled up right next to Ken.
“What’s up Wild Weasel” said Copperhead.
“Just waiting on your sorry ass Copperhead” responded Ken.
“Nice to see you too dick” Copperhead said.
Both men got out of their vehicles. Ken went around back and opened the back doors of his van. Copperhead pulled his tailgate down.
“Got all 40 kilo?” asked Ken.
“Yep” responded Copperhead “Got my cash?”
“Of course” said Ken.
Both men quietly started transferring the coke from Copperhead’s truck to Wild Weasel’s van. When they were done Ken went to the passenger side of his van and got out two duffel bags.
“Here you go” Ken said tossing the bags down at Copperhead’s feet.
Copperhead unzipped the bags and counted through the money. He stood up and went to his truck and pulled out a couple of grocery bags and tossed them to Ken.
“Almost forgot your Cubans” he said.
“Thanks” said Ken.
“Does the Commander know about them yet?” asked Copperhead.
Ken gave a dirty look towards Copperhead.
“May have to start charging you more for them just to keep quiet about them longer” said Copperhead with a grin.
“You’re a bastard” said Ken.
“Gotta pay for my son’s bail somehow” said Copperhead “He’s up in County right now awaiting it. Just charge your customers more”
“What the hell did he do this time?” asked Ken.
“Disorderly conduct, assault with a deadly weapon, you know the usual” said Copperhead.
All of the sudden they heard some movement from the trees. Both of them pulled out their pistols and cautiously went to where the noise was coming from. A teenage boy darted from behind a bush and went running from them into the woods. Copperhead pulled his pistol and shot him in the back. The kid went tumbling down.
“Son of a bitch! Why did you do that?” shouted Ken.
“He could have heard us and brought the Sheriff’s boys on us. I don’t need anymore heat from them” said Copperhead.
They both walked up to the boy. He was still breathing and looking up at them. Copperhead put two bullets in his head.
“Jesus Christ!” said Ken “Now we got to do something about the body!”
“Relax I know a guy who specializes in making bodies disappear. He breeds and trains crocodiles as a hobby. I’ll take him the body. Just give me a hand wrapping it up. I have a tarp in the back of my truck” said Copperhead.
“You are a vile person” said Ken.
“A vile person that helps you make extra money off Cubans without the Commander’s knowledge” responded Copperhead with a grin.
