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[Byrd Man]

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I take a long puff off my cigar as I look over Face's shoulders at the computer screen.

We get almost all our work from this site, merclist.org. It's similar to craigslist, but you don't buy a used car on merclist. Usually, your purchases include gun toting maniacs. The creepy part about the site is the fact that it has a personals section.
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Corporation Seeking Legendary Mercs

Umbrella Corporation, a worldwide pharmaceutical company is seeking the help from the famous A-Team. The mission is high risk and high reward.
Willing to pay seven figures after sucessful completion. If interested, contact Dr. James Marcus at [email protected]​

Face looks up at me and I give him a nod. He quickly types up the email to the man.
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RE: Corporation Seeking Legendary Mercs

Dr. Marcus,


Meet us in San Juan, Puerto Rico
at the Flores Market a week from today
11:30 am

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I look down at my second in command as he sends the email.

Face is the reason we've managed to stay on the lamb these past six years. There's no doubt in my mind that the government is trying to track us with emails and IP searches. Each time they trace the IP, it always comes back to the White House's internet server.

When it comes to technology and computers, nobody can beat Face.

The funny part is that Face doesn't fit the mold of your sterotypical computer geek. In the 15 years I've known him, I've seen him charm the pants off of close to two dozen women from Ohio to the Orient.

"Okay, Lieutenant. Let's roll out."

San Juan
One Week Later

From behind my aviator sunglasses, I watch as the short bald man in a suit waddles up to Face and I as we stand in the middle of the busy market.

"Are you Colonel Hannibal Smith?"

"Why, yes I am. Dr. Marcus I presume?"

He nods his head and adjusts his tie.

"You came alone, right?"

"Uhh...does it matter?"

"Yes. Because, the way we survive is by thinking ahead. For instance, somewhere in the building's overlooking the market is an angry black man with a sniper rifle. That rifle is aimed at your head right now."

"Any sign of a double-cross and they'll have to scoop you brains off the ground with a shovel," Face says as he smiles at the Marcus.

The doctor's face goes a pale green and he shakes his head.

"I have a few of my associates in the car down the street, b-but that's it I swear!"

"Okay, good. Now give us the brief version of your problem. We can go further in depth if we want to do business."

"Well, you see....we have a research facility in the Amazon.....last week it was broken into and something very valuable was stolen from us. We need it back, quickly and quietly. We believe we know where the thieves are hiding. We'll need you to infiltrate their location and retrive it back. If you accomplish this mission, we're prepared to pay you three million."

Face utters a low whistle and I take off my sunglasses.

"Doctor, you just hired the A-Team."​

 

[Carnage27]

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[Johnny Blaze]

"Light 'em up!"

The proton packs crackle to life as streams of brilliant energy arc outward, slamming into vampires and turning them to ash.

"Oh no you don't", Ray exclaims as he smashes the butt of his weapon into the face of a vampire who tried to leap onto his back.

The boys in gray quickly cut down many of Marlow's minions. But for every one they killed, it seemed like two more took it's place.

"Hey, Egon", Peter shouted over the din of combat.
"Got any bright ideas!?"

"Not at the moment, no", Egon replied as he spun to vaporize a vampire that got way too close for comfort.

"Well, that's good to know", Peter replied sarcastically.

"What about you, Junior", Venkman said to Angel as he blew the head of an onrushing vampire apart.
"Tall, Dark, and Ugly there called you his brother. What the hell was that all about?"

 

[Byrd Man]

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Face and I follow the good doctor back to the limo and other Umbrella executives that are waiting for us.

Once there, they lay it all out.

Umbrella's Amazon research facility was invaded by a group of terrorist calling themselves Cobra, yes that Cobra. The proceeded to steal a bilogical agent Umbrella calls the T-Virus, something they say they developed for the US military. I'm thinking, if that were the case, they'd send Uncle Sam after Cobra instead of us.

But then again, we're not paid to theorize. Working in the Army, I know all about Cobra and their base of Cobra Island. The idiots at the UN recognize it as a soverign nation, which means it's off-limits to invading forces without a legitimate war decleration.

"Shouldn't be too hard for us," I say as I light another cigar and look around at the baffled executives.

"But...Colonel Smith," Dr. Marcus stammers.

"We've sent our own security force there...Cobra Island is an impregnable fortress."

"No need to worry, folks. We'll get whatever the hell it is they stole back to you. Dr. Marcus can expect an email from me when me and my team are safely off the island."

With that, Face and I exit the limo and head back down the streets of San Juan.

"Colonel....umm how exactly are we going to infiltrate Cobra Island?"

"I have no idea, Face....but I do know I need to make a call."


Two Days Later

With B.A. and Murdock covering me from the shadows, I stand on one of San Juan's piers and look up at the sound of something rolling through the midnight air.

"You know," the wheelchair bound man says as he comes into view.

"Of all the people who believed you were actually set up, you're very lucky that one of them happens to be a Major General."

His name is Major General Clayton Abernathy, he goes by the codename of "Hawk" and is the leader of the international task force known as G.I. Joe.

He also happens to be one of my best and oldest friends.
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[Optikal]

[PROTOTYPE]
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“Subject, male. Caucasian. Age twenty-nine.” The voice didn’t sound familiar to my ears. It sounded almost distorted. “Victim of a virus outbreak at Penn Station at twenty-two hundred hours, May twenty-seventh.”

My eyes slowly opened to a white room. A bright light shone down on me. I could feel a cold surface beneath me. It felt like a metal slab.

“What’s the victim’s name?” asked another voice. Metal clanged lightly.

"Alex Mercer".

I raised my head to look around. On either side of me, two men stood in white suits that encompassed their whole bodies. The word ‘HAZMAT’ was emblazoned across their chests.

“Holy ****!” The man to my left jumped and tripped backwards over a metal tray. He fell to the floor with a crash and the metal instruments clanged all around him.

“Impossible…” breathed the man on my right. “The virus is lethal. No one should survive it.”

“Where am I?” I asked groggily.

The other man had recovered and got back to his feet. “Harry, let’s just finish what the virus started.” He had a shiny scalpel in his hand.

The man on my right, apparently Harry, wrapped his arms around my shoulder, “End it quickly for him, will you?”

“What’re you…” I started to ask, but their intent soon became clear. “No! Let go of me!” I struggled against Harry’s grip.

The other man got closer. “Let GO!” I emphasized the last word by slamming my elbow into Harry’s gut. He flew back and smashed into the tiled wall behind me. The tiles cracked and fell from the wall. Blood leaked from his lips as he slid to the ground.

“Harry!” The other man cried, “Why you little.” He threw the scalpel at my chest.

I brought my arm up in defense and before my eyes it shifted in a sharp silver blade surrounded by red muscle. The scalpel bounced off harmlessly and slid across the floor.

The man stood, legs locked by fear, “What… are you?”

I threw off the sheet they had draped over the bottom of my body and hurled myself at the dark tinted window in front of me. The glass shattered but I felt no pain.

Below me were five stories of open air to the ground. I plummeted downward and smashed into the hard asphalt. Again I felt no pain, but a crater three feet deep surrounded me. Dazed from the fall, I stood and ran. I didn’t know where I was or where I was going; I just knew I had to run.

 

[Carnage27]

Indy unsheathed the machete he had attached to his belt and slammed it through the midsection of a charging vampire skull, cleaving it in two

"Ugh...and I thought they smelled bad on the outside!" he complained. The undead creature began crawling towards the adventurer, who cleanly decapitated the beast.

"What about you, Junior", Venkman said to Angel as he blew the head of an onrushing vampire apart.
"Tall, Dark, and Ugly there called you his brother. What the hell was that all about?"

"Yea," Dr. Jones chimed in, "any bright ideas?"

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Gunships patrolled the airspace of Cobra Island, as hundreds of vipers and assault vehicles patrolled the ground. It was more security than usual, but the Commander was taking no chances.

They had gotten back from their raid days ago, and he wasn't about to have his prize taken from him by those damned Joes.

"It really is a remarkable chemical", Dr. Mindbender commented as he put the finishing touches on his latest model of BAT soldier.

"In the short time I've had to play with it, I've discovered some interesting side effects to exposure."

"Yes, I know all about the T-Virus, Doctor", the Commander sighed.
"It's why I desired it in the first place. My question to you is how soon until you are able to make it an airborne pathogen?"

The Doctor shrugged, "Two weeks? Maybe less. I don't know. I still have to finish the schematics of the BAT troopers, but I should have a sample ready for testing by then."

"Until then", Mindbender continued as he led the Commander through a set of key-coded doors and into a large room filled with tanks.
"I got the idea to possibly use this virus in conjunction with our super-soldier program. And, I must say, the results have been...well...interesting, to say the least."

The Commander looked up at the large tank of liquid standing before him, and the bizarre monstrosity floating peacefully within it.

"Disgusting looking thing", the Commander stated as he ran his fingers gently over the glass.

"Yes, but it's strength levels are through the roof, and it's durability extreme. It feels no pain, and conventional weapons do little but annoy it. The only drawback is the limited intelligence. At the moment, it can only take small, simple tasks, but I'm hoping we can fix that."

"Yes, see that you do", the Commander replied.
"Excellent work, Doctor. Your psychotic genius never ceases to amaze me."

"Thank you, sir", Mindbender grinned wickedly.
"I do try."

"Keep me up to date on everything, Doctor", the Commander said as he turned and headed for the exit.
"I want to know as soon as the airborne T-virus is ready for human testing."

Cobra Commander left the laboratory of Mindbender, leaving the evil doctor and his team of scientists to their work...

 

[Byrd Man]

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"You know," the wheelchair bound man says as he comes into view.

"Of all the people who believed you were actually set up, you're very lucky that one of them happens to be a Major General."​

His name is Major General Clayton Abernathy, he goes by the codename of "Hawk" and is the leader of the international task force known as G.I. Joe.​

He also happens to be one of my best and oldest friends.​

"How goes the mercenary business?" Hawk says as he comes to a stop in front of me.

"I imagine about as good as the international peace keeping business," I mutter as I look down at him.

"I...uh, I heard about the incident with Cobra a few years ago. I feel like, had I been in the Army still....that might not have happened."

"As I'm sure you're aware of, **** happens. Doesn't matter if it's getting framed by an ******* of a Lieutenant Colonel or having a deranged terrorist severing your spine. Life kicks the **** out of us, the trick is trying to stand back up."

"Kind of ironic coming from a parapalegic."

"Says the bank robbing terrorist."

"God almighty do I miss this."

Hawk uses his left arm and reaches around the back of his chair, he tosses me a satchel.

"Inside that bag is a satellite image of Cobra Island taken 12 hours ago, a map Joe gleamed from a captured soldier, and four Cobra uniforms. I tried to find the biggest one we had for B.A., but it still might be a tight fit."

"We can improvise if we need to."

"That's what you always did best, John."

"Any word yet on Morrison?"

"Last I heard, he was still in charge of the man hunt to catch you. I think the four of you are currently up to three on the FBI's Most Wanted List."

"I guess I should feel honored."

"Before I leave....I wanted to ask you a question," Hawk says with just a trace of hesitation in his voice.

"To this day....we've nevered recovered the money stolen from Baghdad....what the hell happened to it?"

I light a cigar and look at Hawk with a twinkle in my eye.

"I don't know, Clay. A whole lot of things get lost in that desert....."


Two Days Later

"Here I come to save the day! Mighty Mouse is on the way," Murdock yells at the top of his lungs as he goes through his pre-flight check list inside the small cessna seaplane.

Holland M. "Howling Mad" Murdock is possibly the greatest pilot I've evered flown with, and almost certainly the craziest.

He joined my unit in 2000 and has been the pilot on every mission I've taken part in. He can fly anything that is airworthy, doesn't matter if it's a flighter jet or kite, he can do it.

Like most brilliant men, he has a few screws loose.

"Here I come to save the day!"

"I swear to God, Murdock if you dont's shut up, I'm going to stick my boot so far up your ass, you'll be able to taste my boot leather!"

As crazy as Murdock is, he drives B.A. even crazier with his antics.

"Come on, big guy. Lighten up. All we're doing is sneaking into a top secret fortress full of international terrorists and stealing a biological weapon that could wipe out all the human race! I mean, we can do that in our sleep."

B.A. shakes his head and looks out the window at the sea. I still find it funny that, after all these years in the Army, B.A. still doesn't like to fly. We don't have to drug him or anything, but you can tell he hates it.

"Alright. Based on the map, we're two hundred miles away from Cobra Island. Murdock, keep this baby low and under their radar until we're about ten miles out. You land, and we row to shore. Once we make it to shore, then we get to work. We ready to go, Murdock?"

"That's a big 10-4, Rubber Ducky."

"Well, then. Let's get moving."

The plane engines crank up to life. A gleem of excitment shines in Murdock's eyes as the seaplane gains speed.

"Ba-da-da-bum! Off, into the wild blue yonder!" He yells as the plane leaves the ocean behind and takes to the air.

 

[Carnage27]

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[Catman_prb]

"Yea," Dr. Jones chimed in, "any bright ideas?"

"We have history," Angel retorted as one of the vampires clawed at his face. Wincing, his face changed to it's more vampiric form.

"You're too late for the main feast, Angelus," Marlow said, smiling and showing fangs that looked uneeringly like the jaws of a shark "But I'm sure we can share this little morsel,"

"Enough's enough Marlow, let's finish this," Angel hissed, leaping at his old friend and swinging the broadsword in an arc.

The bald vampire caught the blade in it's clawed hands, snapping it as though it were a twig and casting it aside. Angel threw a punch, which Marlow caught easily. He squeezed, the sound of cracking bones cutting through the blackness of the night.

"Too slow, brother," Marlow said, grinning.

"How?" he gasped. The vampire pulled what looked like a necklace with a red stone on the end out from under his shirt.

"I'm faster, stronger, better than just a vampire now, Angelus," he grinned.

Angel noticed Buffy creeping up behind the lead vampire, stake in hands. Marlow saw the flick of his eyes and turned.

"Buffy wait!" he shouted, as Marlow punched her hard in the stomach, knocking her across the street.

"Aw, do you love that one, little man?" he asked, grabbing the ensouled vampire by the neck and lifting him into the air.

 

[Byrd Man]

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Cobra Island

I look down at the two hundred foot drop that leads to the rocky coastline of Cobra Island.

"I am really hating this mission right now," I say as I stamp out my cigar on the ground.

Murdock tosses me a gym bag filled with clothes.

"Time to play make believe, Colonel."

The purple colored fatigues inside the bag are standard uniform for all Cobra foot soldiers. We each have a set, and there's a wig for me. We may be good, but a gray-haired foot soldier might draw suspicion.

I hand out the four AK-47s Hawk supplied. Checking to make sure the action is clean, I load a bullet into the chamber.

"Okay, team. Dress up and we'll move out."
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The four of us come out of the jungle, trying our best to look like common underlings.

"You there," an officer yells as he comes out of the compound.

"What are the four of you doing?"

"Apologies, sir. We...we-uh, dont' fully know our way around yet."

"Rookies. Have you gotten assigned your posts yet?"

"Not yet, sir," Face says in his best fake Southern accent. The officer rolls his eyes.

"Fine. You two," he points to Face and I.

"Head over to the war room. Cobra Commander has called a meeting and he might want extra security in the room. You two others patrol outside the Terrordome."

We salute and he scowls at us.

"Get to your posts!"

Face and I head inside the massive headquarters while B.A. and Murdock go down the path to the labs.

"From now on, maintain radio silence," I whisper into the microphone on my sleeve.

"We're in the lion's den now, folks. Tread carefully."​

 

[Carnage27]

Angel noticed Buffy creeping up behind the lead vampire, stake in hands. Marlow saw the flick of his eyes and turned.

"Buffy wait!" he shouted, as Marlow punched her hard in the stomach, knocking her across the street.

"Aw, do you love that one, little man?" he asked, grabbing the ensouled vampire by the neck and lifting him into the air.

Indy could tell things were not going well. They were better equipped, but far outnumbered, and they wouldn't last long this way. And then it dawned on him.

"I hope I don't regret this," he said, drawing his machete to his forearm, cutting a small gash. He then rubbed some revolver rounds in his fresh blood, and loaded them into the empty gun.

Indy moved quickly near where Angel was battling the head vampire, and aimed the revolver carefully, "Hey, ugly! You hungry? Try a free sample!"

Marlow turned to face the new enemy, and Dr. Jones unloaded all six rounds into the vampire's chest. Each ripped through the undead creature, Indiana's blood, tainted with the traces of the Almighty, caused the vampire to stagger. He was weakened, but not defeated.

"Heh...suck on that."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Report", the Commander stated, putting his hands behind his back.
Cobra Commander sat at the head of a large metallic conference table where eight other people stood, his generals.

At the other end of the table stood the twins, Tomax and Xamot.

Spoiler

Leaders of Cobra's feared Crimson Guard, the twins have an empathic connection. Their bond allows them to communicate wordlessly, but also feel the others pain.

Spoiler

To the twin's left stood Major Sebastian Bludd, the tactical genius and weapons master. The commander of Cobra's infantry, Major Bludd was the man who assassinated General Flagg, the Joe's original commander.

Spoiler

To the twins right stood Firefly, the world's greatest saboteur and infamous assassin. An expert in demolitions, Firefly is also a ninjitsu master, and leader of the Koga ninja clan.

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Standing next to him was Zartan, Cobra's chief spy and master of disguise. The leader of the Dreadnoks, Zartan can take on any identity seemingly any time he wishes.

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Standing across from Zartan was the silent Storm Shadow, Cobra's personal bodyguard and assassin. A ninja master, Storm Shadow trained with the Joe, Snake Eyes, in his family's ninja clan, the Arashikage clan.

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To the Commander's left stood the raven-haired beauty, the Baroness. Cobra's Director of Intelligence, the Baroness DeCobray is romantically involved with the man standing across from her...

Spoiler

Destro, Cobra Commander's second in command. The metal faced Scotsman is known as the world's greatest arms dealer, and handles Cobra's business dealings with other world powers.

"Well", the Commander said in annoyance, "I'm waiting."

"The mission was a success, Commander", Firefly stated.
"The oil pipeline is destroyed. It will take the Saudi government at least a year to clean that mess up."

"Were you able to recover all the shipment?"

"Negative, sir. We were only able to procure five thousand barrels."

Cobra Commander sighed, "That's three thousand left behind. Unacceptable!"

"I am sorry, sir. G.I. Joe arrived, and they prevented us from going back for the rest."

"No excuses", the Commander growled.

"Firefly, after this meeting, you will report to the Baroness for briefing on your next assignment."

"Yes, sir", Firefly nodded.

"Baroness", the Commander spoke as he looked towards the ruthless beauty.

"Satellite imagery shows a buildup of the fleet patrolling our borders, one hundred miles out", she said as she tossed a dozen large images onto the table.
"Two new destroyers, the USS Maine and USS Nevada, have joined the flotilla, bring it's number up to fourteen."

"Doesn't matter", Zartan chimed in, "they can't touch us. So let them sit their and waste their resources."

"Knowing everything you can about an enemy matters greatly, Zartan", retorted Bludd.

"Quiet", Destro spoke up, ending any argument before it could start.
"Proceed, my dear", he said with a smile.

"Our network has received information that the United States will try to convince the UN council to revoke our membership at next week's summit."

"Destro, take the twins and deal with this problem", the Commander ordered.
"We can't allow that UN membership to be taken away. Make sure that doesn't happen."

"Not a problem, Commander", smirked the Scot.

 

[Byrd Man]

Destro, Cobra Commander's second in command. The metal faced Scotsman is known as the world's greatest arms dealer, and handles Cobra's business dealings with other world powers.​

"Well", the Commander said in annoyance, "I'm waiting."

"The mission was a success, Commander", Firefly stated.
"The oil pipeline is destroyed. It will take the Saudi government at least a year to clean that mess up."

"Were you able to recover all the shipment?"

"Negative, sir. We were only able to procure five thousand barrels."

Cobra Commander sighed, "That's three thousand left behind. Unacceptable!"

"I am sorry, sir. G.I. Joe arrived, and they prevented us from going back for the rest."

"No excuses", the Commander growled.

"Firefly, after this meeting, you will report to the Baroness for briefing on your next assignment."

"Yes, sir", Firefly nodded.

"Baroness", the Commander spoke as he looked towards the ruthless beauty.

"Satellite imagery shows a buildup of the fleet patrolling our borders, one hundred miles out", she said as she tossed a dozen large images onto the table.
"Two new destroyers, the USS Maine and USS Nevada, have joined the flotilla, bring it's number up to fourteen."

"Doesn't matter", Zartan chimed in, "they can't touch us. So let them sit their and waste their resources."

"Knowing everything you can about an enemy matters greatly, Zartan", retorted Bludd.

"Quiet", Destro spoke up, ending any argument before it could start.
"Proceed, my dear", he said with a smile.

"Our network has received information that the United States will try to convince the UN council to revoke our membership at next week's summit."

"Destro, take the twins and deal with this problem", the Commander ordered.
"We can't allow that UN membership to be taken away. Make sure that doesn't happen."

"Not a problem, Commander", smirked the Scot.

Face and I remain silent as we stand next to the briefing room's entrance.

All these face I know so well, I memorized almost all of them when I was in special forces.

God almighty, if only Hawk and the rest of the Joes could bust into this room.

"Hannibal, Murdock and I may have found something," B.A.'s voice whispers into my ear.

"At that Terrordome place, they've got some bilogical stuff under glass. Said something about a virus. I think that may be it."

I look towards Face, but he's busy smiling at a young woman in the room.

She swings her red hair back and winks at Face.

Her name is Zarana, second in command of the Dreadnoks and Zartan's sister.

I jab Face swiftly in the ribs and shoot him a dirty look to snap him back to reality.

He turns his attention back to the meeting just as Cobra Commander adjourns it.

 

[Carnage27]

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[Red_Robin77]

Indy could tell things were not going well. They were better equipped, but far outnumbered, and they wouldn't last long this way. And then it dawned on him.

"I hope I don't regret this," he said, drawing his machete to his forearm, cutting a small gash. He then rubbed some revolver rounds in his fresh blood, and loaded them into the empty gun.

Indy moved quickly near where Angel was battling the head vampire, and aimed the revolver carefully, "Hey, ugly! You hungry? Try a free sample!"

Marlow turned to face the new enemy, and Dr. Jones unloaded all six rounds into the vampire's chest. Each ripped through the undead creature, Indiana's blood, tainted with the traces of the Almighty, caused the vampire to stagger. He was weakened, but not defeated.

"Heh...suck on that."

I grab an advancing and swing him around in an arc, knocking back the advancing undead. I throw him out into the large crowd and start pumelling the vampires with my large stone fist. As I do so, more and more seem to advance from the darkness.

"Aw, shucks. I've got a little fan club."

I continue to knock the vampires back, slowly losing momentum.

"Abe! Cover for me will yah!"

Abe spins around with his pistols out and fires rapidly at the approaching vamps, slowing them down. I pull out my empty Samaritan and search for a set of Whopper rounds. I whip them out and load them into the Samaritan, before closing it up and aiming.

I fire the explosive shells out at the advancing freaks, as Abe dives to the side. The first round smashes into a set of them, the holy water or maybe some of the other ingredients make the lurks flesh begin to burn.

"Now this is more like it."

 

[wiegeabo]

I think I'm going into shock, or mental overload, or whatever it's called. Everything seems like it's in slow motion. And all I can see is a mass of bodies fighting for survival. Casey is a horribly frightening sight. If this was a comic book, I'd say he was in berserker rage right about now. The guy is spinning around, roaring with anger, lopping off vampire body parts left and right. He's covered in gore and I think...I think he's having fun.

The night suddenly lights up as the Ghostbusters start shooting lightning bolts or something from their guns. Vampires start bursting into flames in disintegrating on contact. "Where can I get one of those?!" I hear Casey shout.

Then the vampires start exploding and my ears start ringing from the sounds. I see the big red guy take aim and pull the trigger on his gun. Another dozen vampires explode.

"Screw it!" Casey shouts. "Where can I get one of those?!?!"

I've never wanted to be back at the Buy-More so badly...

 

[wiegeabo]

I think I'm going into shock, or mental overload, or whatever it's called. Everything seems like it's in slow motion. And all I can see is a mass of bodies fighting for survival. Casey is a horribly frightening sight. If this was a comic book, I'd say he was in berserker rage right about now. The guy is spinning around, roaring with anger, lopping off vampire body parts left and right. He's covered in gore and I think...I think he's having fun.

The night suddenly lights up as the Ghostbusters start shooting lightning bolts or something from their guns. Vampires start bursting into flames in disintegrating on contact. "Where can I get one of those?!" I hear Casey shout.

Then the vampires start exploding and my ears start ringing from the sounds. I see the big red guy take aim and pull the trigger on his gun. Another dozen vampires explode.

"Screw it!" Casey shouts. "Where can I get one of those?!?!"

I've never wanted to be back at the Buy-More so badly...

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"You have your assignments", the Commander hissed.
"So get to them."

Cobra's upper echelon left the meeting room then, save Storm Shadow, who remained by the Commander's side.

"Zartan...a word."

The super spy stopped as he was about to exit the room.
"I'll catch up with you, Zarana", he said to his sister as he turned and headed towards the Commander.

"Guards, leave us", the Commander barked, and the Viper guards filed out of the room.

"I have a very important mission for you. One the others cannot know about", the Commander said as the door closed as the last guard left.

"Destro and the Twins won't be the only group going to the UN summit next week. You'll be taking a trip there as well, along with Storm Shadow as your backup."

"And the mission?"

"Doing what you do best, of course...", the Commander smiled under his mask as he began to reveal to Zartan his plan...

 

[Carnage27]

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[Carnage27]

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[Johnny Blaze]

"Fire in the hole", Ray shouts as his proton stream nails a vampire in the chest, burning her to ash.

"Fire in the hole", Peter questions as he walks up beside Ray, both men firing into the throng of attacking undead.
"That's your battle cry? Fire in the hole?"

"I expected better of you, Raymond", Peter shakes his head.

"Where can I get one of those?!" I hear Casey shout.

"Give me your address and I'll mail you one for Christmas", Peter quips as he smashes a Vampire in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"This is getting old, reeeeal fast", Venkman states as he blasts the downed vamp.
"Got any bright ideas, Ray?"

"Well, in some myths and legends, destroying the controlling vampire will severely weaken, or even eradicate, the entire vampiric collective."

"So...what? Dog pile on the fat, bald one?"

"You got it! Take Marlow down", Ray shouts as he fires a blast of positronic energy at Marlow. The vampire had his sights set on Dr. Jones, but he saw the blast coming from the corner of his eye and leaped out of the way to avoid it.

 

[Carnage27]

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[wiegeabo]

Vampires burst into flame around us. Guns of different types blaze with death. And I can't help but feel this may be the end.

"...If I'm about to die...aw hell with it!"

I grab Sarah, spinning her around, pressing my lips hard to hers. Surprised, she resits for only a moment, before falling into the kiss. Suddenly, she grabs me ass, squeezing it hard. And I start groping her breasts, causing Sarah to moan. And when she starts to unzip my fly...

I quickly spin Sarah around, push her pants down, and introduce her to Chuck Jr. She gasps orgasmically as death and gore rain down around us. It just makes us go at it harder.

"Hey Casey, you want in on some of this?"

 

[Byrd Man]

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Cobra Island

It takes awhile, but Face and I manage to sneak into the Terrordome, Cobra's hospital horror camp.

B.A. and Murdock cover us as we creep through the building into the small room containing this T-Virus.

"The virus has a laser security grid surrounding it. Top that off with acoustic floor panels....this baby is almost impossible to beat."

"So you can't do it?"

Face flashes a smile and a wink. "I said almost impossible."

I cover the door while he goes to work on the secuirty terminal.

After five minutes, he stops and smiles.

"I've got it."

He walks across the room and snatches the virus container. We both look in surpirse as the room's door opens up and Cobra's scientist, Dr. Mindbender walks in.

"Oh my God. INTRUDERS!"

I go for my gun, but not in time to stop Mindbender from hitting the alarm.

"Dammit."

A quick pistol whip to his head knocks him unconscious.

"Hannibal to B.A. and Murdock. Murdock move your ass and get the plane ready for pick-up, B.A. we're on our way out."

I put a bullet into the AK-47's chamber and look at Face as I toss my Cobra hat to the side.

"Let's go kick some ass."​